Job 10
1 My soul is disgusted with my life; I will give free vent to my complaint over myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
| قَدْ كَرِهْتُ حَيَاتِي، لِهَذَا أُطْلِقُ الْعَنَانَ لِشَكْوَايَ، وَأَتَحَدَّثُ عَنْ أَشْجَانِي فِي مَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي، | ١ |
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; let me know for what cause thou contendest against me.
| قَائِلاً لِلهِ: لَا تَسْتَذْنِبْنِي. فَهِّمْنِي لِمَاذَا تُخَاصِمُنِي؟ | ٢ |
3 Is it well for thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst reject the labor of thy hands, and shed light upon the counsel of the wicked?
| أَيَحْلُو لَكَ أَنْ تَظْلِمَ وَتَنْبِذَ عَمَلَ يَدِكَ، وَتُحَبِّذَ مَشُورَةَ الأَشْرَارِ؟ | ٣ |
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or wilt thou see as a mortal seeth?
| أَلَكَ عَيْنَا بَشَرٍ، أَمْ كَنَظَرِ الإِنْسَانِ تَنْظُرُ؟ | ٤ |
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal, or are thy years as the days of a man,
| هَلْ أَيَّامُكَ مِثْلُ أَيَّامِ الإِنْسَانِ، أَمْ سِنُوكَ فِي قِصَرِ سِنِيِ الْبَشَرِ، | ٥ |
6 That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
| حَتَّى تَبْحَثَ عَنْ إِثْمِي وَتُنَقِّبَ عَنْ خَطَايَايَ؟ | ٦ |
7 Still it is within thy knowledge that I am not wicked, and there is none that can deliver me out of thy hand.
| فَأَنْتَ عَالِمٌ أَنِّي لَسْتُ مُذْنِباً، وَأَنَّهُ لَا مُنْقِذَ مِنْ يَدِكَ. | ٧ |
8 Thy hands have carefully fashioned me and made me; every thing is in harmony all round about; and yet thou dost destroy me!
| قَدْ كَوَّنَتْنِي يَدَاكَ وَصَنَعَتَانِي بِجُمْلَتِي، وَالآنَ الْتَفَتَّ إِلَيَّ لِتَسْحَقَنِي! | ٨ |
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that as though I were clay hast thou made me; and wilt thou cause me to return again unto the dust?
| اذْكُرْ أَنَّكَ جَبَلْتَنِي مِنْ طِينٍ، أَتُرْجِعُنِي بَعْدُ إِلَى التُّرَابِ؟ | ٩ |
10 Behold, like milk didst thou pour me out, and like cheese didst thou curdle me.
| أَلَمْ تَصُبَّنِي كَاللَّبَنِ وَتُخَثِّرْنِي كَالْجُبْنِ؟ | ١٠ |
11 With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, and with bones and sinews didst thou cover me.
| كَسَوْتَنِي جِلْداً وَلَحْماً، فَنَسَجْتَنِي بِعِظَامٍ وَعَصَبٍ. | ١١ |
12 Life and kindness didst thou grant me, and thy providence watched over my spirit.
| مَنَحْتَنِي حَيَاةً وَرَحْمَةً، وَحَفِظَتْ عِنَايَتُكَ رُوحِي. | ١٢ |
13 And yet these things hadst thou treasured up in thy heart: I know that this was [resolved] within thee.
| كَتَمْتَ هَذِهِ الأُمُورَ فِي قَلْبِكَ، إِلّا أَنِّي عَلِمْتُ أَنَّ هَذَا قَصْدُكَ. | ١٣ |
14 If I have sinned, then dost thou watch me, and from my iniquity thou wilt not declare me guiltless.
| إِنْ أَخْطَأْتُ فَأَنْتَ تُرَاقِبُنِي، وَلا تُبْرِئُنِي مِنْ إِثْمِي. | ١٤ |
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me: and if I be righteous, I can still not lift up my head; I am sated with disgrace, and ever seeing my affliction;
| إِنْ أَذْنَبْتُ فَوَيْلٌ لِي. وَإِنْ كُنْتُ بَارّاً لَا أَرْفَعُ رَأْسِي، لأَنِّي مُمْتَلِئٌ هَوَاناً وَنَاظِرٌ مَذَلَّتِي، | ١٥ |
16 And it constantly increaseth; like a fierce lion dost thou hunt for me; and again thou showest thyself continually wonderful on me;
| وَإِنْ شَمَخْتُ بِرَأْسِي تَقْتَنِصُنِي كَالأَسَدِ، ثُمَّ تَعُودُ فَتَصُولُ عَلَيَّ. | ١٦ |
17 Thou ever renewest thy witnesses against me, and causest thy indignation to grow strong against me; changes and multitudes [of sufferings] are around me.
| تُجَدِّدُ شُهُودَكَ ضِدِّي، وَتُضْرِمُ غَضَبَكَ عَلَيَّ، وَتُؤَلِّبُ جُيُوشاً تَتَنَاوَبُ ضِدِّي. | ١٧ |
18 Wherefore then didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had perished, and that no eye had seen me!
| لِمَاذَا أَخْرَجْتَنِي مِنَ الرَّحِمِ؟ أَلَمْ يَكُنْ خَيْراً لَوْ أَسْلَمْتُ الرُّوحَ وَلَمْ تَرَنِي عَيْنٌ؟ | ١٨ |
19 That I were as though I had not been, —had been borne from the womb to the grave.
| فَأَكُونُ كَأَنِّي لَمْ أَكُنْ فَأُنْقَلُ مِنَ الرَّحِمِ إِلَى الْقَبْرِ. | ١٩ |
20 Lo! my days are but few: cease, then, withdraw from me [thy hand], that I may recover my cheerfulness a little.
| أَلَيْسَتْ أَيَّامِي قَلِيلَةً؟ كُفَّ عَنِّي لَعَلِّي أَتَمَتَّعُ بِبَعْضِ الْبَهْجَةِ، | ٢٠ |
21 Before I go, and return not, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
| قَبْلَ أَنْ أَمْضِيَ إِلَى حَيْثُ لَا أَعُودُ، إِلَى أَرْضِ الظُّلْمَةِ وَظِلِّ الْمَوْتِ، | ٢١ |
22 A land of utter gloom, as of the darkness of the shadow of death, without any order, and the light of which is like utter gloom.
| إِلَى أَرْضِ الظُّلْمَةِ الْمُتَكَاثِفَةِ وَالْفَوْضَى، حَيْثُ الإِشْرَاقُ فِيهَا كَاللَّيْلِ الْبَهِيمِ». | ٢٢ |
