Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
| فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ: | ١ |
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
| «لَيْتَ كَرْبِي وُزِنَ، وَمُصِيبَتِي رُفِعَتْ فِي ٱلْمَوَازِينِ جَمِيعَهَا، | ٢ |
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
| لِأَنَّهَا ٱلْآنَ أَثْقَلُ مِنْ رَمْلِ ٱلْبَحْرِ. مِنْ أَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَغَا كَلَامِي. | ٣ |
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up; the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
| لِأَنَّ سِهَامَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ فِيَّ وَحُمَتَهَا شَارِبَةٌ رُوحِي. أَهْوَالُ ٱللهِ مُصْطَفَّةٌ ضِدِّي. | ٤ |
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
| هَلْ يَنْهَقُ ٱلْفَرَا عَلَى ٱلْعُشْبِ، أَوْ يَخُورُ ٱلثَّوْرُ عَلَى عَلَفِهِ؟ | ٥ |
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
| هَلْ يُؤْكَلُ ٱلْمَسِيخُ بِلَا مِلْحٍ، أَوْ يُوجَدُ طَعْمٌ فِي مَرَقِ ٱلْبَقْلَةِ؟ | ٦ |
7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as the sickness of my flesh.
| مَا عَافَتْ نَفْسِي أَنْ تَمَسَّهَا، هَذِه صَارَتْ مِثْلَ خُبْزِيَ ٱلْكَرِيهِ! | ٧ |
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
| «يَا لَيْتَ طِلْبَتِي تَأْتِي وَيُعْطِينِيَ ٱللهُ رَجَائِي! | ٨ |
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; that He would let loose His hand, and cut me off!
| أَنْ يَرْضَى ٱللهُ بِأَنْ يَسْحَقَنِي، وَيُطْلِقَ يَدَهُ فَيَقْطَعَنِي. | ٩ |
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would exult in pain, though He spare not; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
| فَلَا تَزَالُ تَعْزِيَتِي وَٱبْتِهَاجِي فِي عَذَابٍ، لَا يُشْفِقُ: أَنِّي لَمْ أَجْحَدْ كَلَامَ ٱلْقُدُّوسِ. | ١٠ |
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, that I should be patient?
| مَا هِيَ قُوَّتِي حَتَّى أَنْتَظِرَ؟ وَمَا هِيَ نِهَايَتِي حَتَّى أُصَبِّرَ نَفْسِي؟ | ١١ |
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
| هَلْ قُوَّتِي قُوَّةُ ٱلْحِجَارَةِ؟ هَلْ لَحْمِي نُحَاسٌ؟ | ١٢ |
13 Is it that I have no help in me, and that sound wisdom is driven quite from me?
| أَلَا إِنَّهُ لَيْسَتْ فِيَّ مَعُونَتِي، وَٱلْمُسَاعَدَةُ مَطْرُودَةٌ عَنِّي! | ١٣ |
14 To him that is ready to faint kindness is due from his friend, even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
| «حَقُّ ٱلْمَحْزُونِ مَعْرُوفٌ مِنْ صَاحِبِهِ، وَإِنْ تَرَكَ خَشْيَةَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٤ |
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that overflow,
| أَمَّا إِخْوَانِي فَقَدْ غَدَرُوا مِثْلَ ٱلْغَدِيرِ. مِثْلَ سَاقِيَةِ ٱلْوُدْيَانِ يَعْبُرُونَ، | ١٥ |
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself;
| ٱلَّتِي هِيَ عَكِرَةٌ مِنَ ٱلْبَرَدِ، وَيَخْتَفِي فِيهَا ٱلْجَلِيدُ. | ١٦ |
17 What time they wax warm, they vanish, when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
| إِذَا جَرَتِ ٱنْقَطَعَتْ. إِذَا حَمِيَتْ جَفَّتْ مِنْ مَكَانِهَا. | ١٧ |
18 The paths of their way do wind, they go up into the waste, and are lost.
| يُعَرِّجُ ٱلسَّفْرُ عَنْ طَرِيقِهِمْ، يَدْخُلُونَ ٱلتِّيهَ فَيَهْلِكُونَ. | ١٨ |
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them —
| نَظَرَتْ قَوَافِلُ تَيْمَاءَ. سَيَّارَةُ سَبَا رَجَوْهَا. | ١٩ |
20 They were ashamed because they had hoped; they came thither, and were confounded.
| خَزُوا فِي مَا كَانُوا مُطْمَئِنِّينَ. جَاءُوا إِلَيْهَا فَخَجِلُوا. | ٢٠ |
21 For now ye are become His; ye see a terror, and are afraid.
| فَٱلْآنَ قَدْ صِرْتُمْ مِثْلَهَا. رَأَيْتُمْ ضَرْبَةً فَفَزِعْتُمْ. | ٢١ |
22 Did I say: 'Give unto me'? or: 'Offer a present for me of your substance'?
| هَلْ قُلْتُ: أَعْطُونِي شَيْئًا، أَوْ مِنْ مَالِكُمُ ٱرْشُوا مِنْ أَجْلِي؟ | ٢٢ |
23 or: 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? or: 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors'?
| أَوْ نَجُّونِي مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْخَصْمِ، أَوْ مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱفْدُونِي؟ | ٢٣ |
24 Teach me, and I will hold my peace; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
| عَلِّمُونِي فَأَنَا أَسْكُتُ، وَفَهِّمُونِي فِي أَيِّ شَيْءٍ ضَلَلْتُ. | ٢٤ |
25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing argue?
| مَا أَشَدَّ ٱلْكَلَامَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمَ، وَأَمَّا ٱلتَّوْبِيخُ مِنْكُمْ فَعَلَى مَاذَا يُبَرْهِنُ؟ | ٢٥ |
26 Do ye hold words to be an argument, but the speeches of one that is desperate to be wind?
| هَلْ تَحْسِبُونَ أَنْ تُوَبِّخُوا كَلِمَاتٍ، وَكَلَامُ ٱلْيَائِسِ لِلرِّيحِ؟ | ٢٦ |
27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.
| بَلْ تُلْقُونَ عَلَى ٱلْيَتِيمِ، وَتَحْفُرُونَ حُفْرَةً لِصَاحِبِكُمْ. | ٢٧ |
28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; for surely I shall not lie to your face.
| وَٱلْآنَ تَفَرَّسُوا فِيَّ، فَإِنِّي عَلَى وُجُوهِكُمْ لَا أَكْذِبُ. | ٢٨ |
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
| اِرْجِعُوا. لَا يَكُونَنَّ ظُلْمٌ. اِرْجِعُوا أَيْضًا. فِيهِ حَقِّي. | ٢٩ |
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern crafty devices?
| هَلْ فِي لِسَانِي ظُلْمٌ، أَمْ حَنَكِي لَا يُمَيِّزُ فَسَادًا؟ | ٣٠ |
