Job 16

1 Bvt Iob answered, and said,

١ فَقَالَ أَيُّوبُ:

2 I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

٢ «قَدْ سَمِعْتُ كَثِيراً مِثْلَ هَذَا الْكَلامِ وَأَنْتُمْ كُلُّكُمْ مُعَزُّونَ مُتْعِبُونَ.

3 Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?

٣ أَمَا لِهَذَا اللَّغْوِ مِنْ نِهَايَةٍ؟ وَمَا الَّذِي يُثِيرُكَ حَتَّى تَرُدَّ عَلَيَّ؟

4 I could also speake as yee doe: (but woulde God your soule were in my soules stead) I could keepe you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,

٤ فِي وُسْعِي أَنْ أَتَكَلَّمَ مِثْلَكُمْ لَوْ كُنْتُمْ مَكَانِي، وَأُلْقِيَ عَلَيْكُمْ أَقْوَالَ مَلامَةٍ، وَأَهُزَّ رَأْسِي فِي وُجُوهِكُمْ،

5 But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.

٥ بَلْ كُنْتُ أُشَجِّعُكُمْ بِنَصَائِحِي، وَأُشَدِّدُكُمْ بِتَعْزِيَاتِي.

6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?

٦ إِنْ تَكَلَّمْتُ لَا تُمْحَى كَآبَتِي، وَإِنْ صَمَتُّ، فَمَاذَا يُخَفِّفُ الصَّمْتُ عَنِّي؟

7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,

٧ إِنَّ اللهَ قَدْ مَزَّقَنِي حَقّاً وَأَهْلَكَ كُلَّ قَوْمِي.

8 And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.

٨ لَقَدْ كَبَّلْتَنِي فَصَارَ ذَلِكَ شَاهِداً عَلَيَّ، وَقَامَ هُزَالِي لِيَشْهَدَ ضِدِّي.

9 His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.

٩ مَزَّقَنِي غَضَبُهُ، وَاضْطَهَدَنِي. حَرَّقَ عَلَيَّ أَسْنَانَهُ. طَعَنَنِي عَدُوِّي بِنَظْرَاتِهِ الْحَادَّةِ.

10 They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.

١٠ فَغَرَ النَّاسُ أَفْوَاهَهُمْ عَلَيَّ، لَطَمُونِي تَعْيِيراً عَلَى خَدِّي، وَتَضَافَرُوا عَلَيَّ جَمِيعاً.

11 God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.

١١ أَسْلَمَنِي اللهُ إِلَى الظَّالِمِ، وَطَرَحَنِي فِي يَدِ الأَشْرَارِ.

12 I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.

١٢ كُنْتُ مُطْمَئِنّاً مُسْتَقِرّاً، فَزَعْزَعَنِي الرَّبُّ وَقَبَضَ عَلَيَّ مِنْ عُنُقِي، وَحَطَّمَنِي وَنَصَبَنِي لَهُ هَدَفاً.

13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, and powreth my gall vpon the ground.

١٣ حَاصَرَنِي رُمَاتُهُ وَشَقَّ كُلْيَتَيَّ مِنْ غَيْرِ رَحْمَةٍ، أَهْرَقَ مَرَارَتِي عَلَى الأَرْضِ.

14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.

١٤ اقْتَحَمَنِي مَرَّةً تِلْوَ مَرَّةٍ، وَهَاجَمَنِي كَجَبَّارٍ.

15 I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.

١٥ خِطْتُ مِسْحاً عَلَى جِلْدِي، وَمَرَّغْتُ عِزِّي فِي التُّرَابِ.

16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,

١٦ احْمَرَّ وَجْهِي مِنَ الْبُكَاءِ، وَغَشِيَتْ ظِلالُ الْمَوْتِ أَهْدَابِي،

17 Though there be no wickednesse in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.

١٧ مَعَ أَنَّنِي لَمْ أَقْتَرِفْ ظُلْماً، وَصَلاتِي مُخْلِصَةٌ.

18 O earth, couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no place.

١٨ يَا أَرْضُ لَا تَسْتُرِي دَمِي، وَلا يَكُنْ لِصُرَاخِي قَرَارٌ.

19 For lo, now my witnesse is in the heauen, and my record is on hie.

١٩ هُوَذَا الآنَ شَاهِدِي فِي السَّمَاءِ، وَكَفِيلِي فِي الأَعَالِي

20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.

٢٠ أَمَّا أَصْحَابِي فَهُمُ السَّاخِرُونَ بِي، لِذَلِكَ تَفِيضُ دُمُوعِي أَمَامَ اللهِ،

21 Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!

٢١ لَكَمْ أَحْتَاجُ لِمَنْ يُدَافِعُ عَنِّي أَمَامَ اللهِ، كَمَا يُدَافِعُ إِنْسَانٌ عَنْ صَدِيقِهِ.

22 For the yeeres accounted come, and I shall go the way, whence I shall not returne.

٢٢ إِذْ مَا إِنْ تَنْقَضِي سَنَوَاتُ عُمْرِي الْقَلِيلَةُ حَتَّى أَمْضِيَ فِي طَرِيقٍ لَا أَعُودُ مِنْهَا.