Job 3
1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
| ثُمَّ تَكَلَّمَ أَيُّوبُ، فَشَتَمَ الْيَوْمَ الَّذِي وُلِدَ فِيهِ، | ١ |
2 And Job spoke, and said:
| وَقَالَ: | ٢ |
3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night wherein it was said: 'A man-child is brought forth.'
| «لَيْتَهُ بَادَ الْيَوْمُ الَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَفَنِيَ اللَّيْلُ الَّذِي قِيلَ فِيهِ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِطِفْلٍ ذَكَرٍ. | ٣ |
4 Let that day be darkness; let not God inquire after it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
| لِيَتَحَوَّلْ ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمُ إِلَى ظَلامٍ. لَا يَرْعَاهُ اللهُ مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلا يُشْرِقُ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ. | ٤ |
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; let a cloud dwell upon it; let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
| لِيَسْتَوْلِ عَلَيْهِ الظَّلامُ وَظِلُّ الْمَوْتِ. لِيَكْتَنِفْهُ سَحَابٌ وَلْتُرَوِّعْهُ ظُلُمَاتُ النَّهَارِ. | ٥ |
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
| أَمَّا ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ فَلْيَعْتَقِلْهُ الدُّجَى الْمُتَكَاثِفُ، وَلا يَبْتَهِجْ مَعَ سَائِرِ أَيَّامِ السَّنَةِ، وَلا يُحْصَ فِي عَدَدِ الشُّهُورِ. | ٦ |
7 Lo, let that night be desolate; let no joyful voice come therein.
| لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ عَاقِراً، لَا يَتَرَدَّدُ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ. | ٧ |
8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
| لِيَلْعَنْهُ السَّحَرَةُ الْحَاذِقُونَ فِي إِيْقَاظِ التِّنِّينِ! | ٨ |
9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning;
| لِتُظْلِمْ كَوَاكِبُ شَفَقِهِ، وَلْيَرْتَقِبِ النُّورَ مِنْ غَيْرِ طَائِلٍ، وَلا يَرَ هُدُبَ الْفَجْرِ، | ٩ |
10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
| لأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ رَحِمَ أُمِّي وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ الشَّقَاءَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ. | ١٠ |
11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not perish at birth?
| لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ فِي الرَّحِمِ، وَلِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ الرُّوحَ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنْ بَطْنِ أُمِّي؟ | ١١ |
12 Why did the knees receive me? And wherefore the breasts, that I should suck?
| لِمَاذَا وَجَدْتُ الرُّكَبَ لِتُعِينَنَي وَالثُّدِيَّ لِتُرْضِعَنِي؟ | ١٢ |
13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest —
| وَإلَّا لَظَلَلْتُ مُضْطَجِعاً سَاكِناً، وَلَكُنْتُ نَائِماً مُسْتَرِيحاً | ١٣ |
14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
| مَعَ مُلُوكِ الأَرْضِ وَمُشِيرِيهَا، الَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَاماً لأَنْفُسِهِمْ. | ١٤ |
15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver;
| أَوْ مَعَ الرُّؤَسَاءِ الَّذِينَ كَنَزُوا ذَهَباً وَمَلأُوا بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً. | ١٥ |
16 Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants that never saw light.
| أَوْ لِمَاذَا لَمْ أُطْمَرْ فِي الأَرْضِ كَسِقْطٍ لَمْ يَرَ النُّورَ؟ | ١٦ |
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary are at rest.
| فَهُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ الأَشْرَارُ عَنْ إِثَارَةِ الْمَتَاعِبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَرْتَاحُ الْمُرْهَقُونَ. | ١٧ |
18 There the prisoners are at ease together; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
| هُنَاكَ يَطْمَئِنُّ الأَسْرَى جَمِيعاً، إِذْ لَا يُلاحِقُهُمْ صَوْتُ الْمُسَخِّرِ. | ١٨ |
19 The small and great are there alike; and the servant is free from his master.
| هُنَاكَ يَكُونُ الصَّغِيرُ كَالْكَبِيرِ، وَالْعَبْدُ مُتَحَرِّراً مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ. | ١٩ |
20 Wherewith is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul —
| لِمَ يُوْهَبُ الشَّقِيُّ نُوراً، وَذَوُو النُّفُوسِ الْمُرَّةِ حَيَاةً؟ | ٢٠ |
21 Who long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
| الَّذِينَ يَتُوقُونَ إِلَى الْمَوْتِ فَلا يُقْبِلُ، وَيَنْقُبُونَ عَنْهُ أَكْثَرَ مِمَّا يَنْقُبُونَ عَنِ الْكُنُوزِ الْخَفِيَّةِ، | ٢١ |
22 Who rejoice unto exultation, and are glad, when they can find the grave? —
| الَّذِينَ يَنْتَشُونَ غِبْطَةً، وَيَسْتَبْشِرُونَ حِينَ يَعْثُرُونَ عَلَى ضَرِيحٍ! | ٢٢ |
23 To a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
| بَلْ لِمَاذَا يُوْهَبُ نُورٌ وَحَيَاةٌ لِرَجُلٍ ضَلَّتْ بِهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَسَدَّ اللهُ حَوْلَهُ؟ | ٢٣ |
24 For my sighing cometh instead of my food, and my roarings are poured out like water.
| اسْتَبْدَلْتُ طَعَامِي بِالأَنِينِ، وَزَفْرَتِي تَنْسَكِبُ كَالْمِيَاهِ، | ٢٤ |
25 For the thing which I did fear is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of hath overtaken me.
| لأَنَّهُ قَدْ حَلَّ بِي مَا كُنْتُ أَخْشَاهُ، وَأَصَابَنِي مَا كُنْتُ أَرْتَعِبُ مِنْهُ. | ٢٥ |
26 I was not at ease, neither was I quiet, neither had I rest; but trouble came.
| فَلا طُمَأْنِينَةَ لِي وَلا اسْتَقْرَارَ وَلا رَاحَةَ، بَعْدَ أَنِ اجْتَاحَتْنِي الْكُرُوبُ». | ٢٦ |
