Job 27
1 And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:
| وَعَادَ أَيُّوبُ يَنْطِقُ بِمَثَلِهِ فَقَالَ: | ١ |
2 “God lives! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.
| «حَيٌّ هُوَ ٱللهُ ٱلَّذِي نَزَعَ حَقِّي، وَٱلْقَدِيرُ ٱلَّذِي أَمَرَّ نَفْسِي، | ٢ |
3 For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the wind of God in my nostrils.
| إِنَّهُ مَا دَامَتْ نَسَمَتِي فِيَّ، وَنَفْخَةُ ٱللهِ فِي أَنْفِي، | ٣ |
4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue does not utter deceit.
| لَنْ تَتَكَلَّمَ شَفَتَايَ إِثْمًا، وَلَا يَلْفِظَ لِسَانِي بِغِشٍّ. | ٤ |
5 Defilement to me—if I justify you, Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.
| حَاشَا لِي أَنْ أُبَرِّرَكُمْ! حَتَّى أُسْلِمَ ٱلرُّوحَ لَا أَعْزِلُ كَمَالِي عَنِّي. | ٥ |
6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart does not reproach me while I live.
| تَمَسَّكْتُ بِبِرِّي وَلَا أَرْخِيهِ. قَلْبِي لَا يُعَيِّرُ يَوْمًا مِنْ أَيَّامِي. | ٦ |
7 My enemy is as the wicked, And my withstander as the perverse.
| لِيَكُنْ عَدُوِّي كَٱلشِّرِّيرِ، وَمُعَانِدِي كَفَاعِلِ ٱلشَّرِّ. | ٧ |
8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?
| لِأَنَّهُ مَا هُوَ رَجَاءُ ٱلْفَاجِرِ عِنْدَمَا يَقْطَعُهُ، عِنْدَمَا يَسْلُبُ ٱللهُ نَفْسَهُ؟ | ٨ |
9 [Does] God hear his cry, When distress comes on him?
| أَفَيَسْمَعُ ٱللهُ صُرَاخَهُ إِذَا جَاءَ عَلَيْهِ ضِيقٌ؟ | ٩ |
10 Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?
| أَمْ يَتَلَذَّذُ بِٱلْقَدِيرِ؟ هَلْ يَدْعُو ٱللهَ فِي كُلِّ حِينٍ؟ | ١٠ |
11 I show you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.
| «إِنِّي أُعَلِّمُكُمْ بِيَدِ ٱللهِ. لَا أَكْتُمُ مَا هُوَ عِنْدَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١١ |
12 Behold, you—all of you—have seen, And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?
| هَا أَنْتُمْ كُلُّكُمْ قَدْ رَأَيْتُمْ، فَلِمَاذَا تَتَبَطَّلُونَ تَبَطُّلًا؟ قَائِلِينَ: | ١٢ |
13 This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones They receive from the Mighty.
| هَذَا نَصِيبُ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ ٱلشِّرِّيرِ مِنْ عِنْدِ ٱللهِ، وَمِيرَاثُ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱلَّذِي يَنَالُونَهُ مِنَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٣ |
14 If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
| إِنْ كَثُرَ بَنُوهُ فَلِلسَّيْفِ، وَذُرِّيَّتُهُ لَا تَشْبَعُ خُبْزًا. | ١٤ |
15 His remnant are buried in death, And his widows do not weep.
| بَقِيَّتُهُ تُدْفَنُ بِٱلْمَوْتَانِ، وَأَرَامِلُهُ لَا تَبْكِي. | ١٥ |
16 If he heaps up silver as dust, And prepares clothing as clay,
| إِنْ كَنَزَ فِضَّةً كَٱلتُّرَابِ، وَأَعَدَّ مَلَابِسَ كَٱلطِّينِ، | ١٦ |
17 He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, And the innocent apportions the silver.
| فَهُوَ يُعِدُّ وَٱلْبَارُّ يَلْبَسُهُ، وَٱلْبَرِئُ يَقْسِمُ ٱلْفِضَّةَ. | ١٧ |
18 He has built his house as a moth, And as a shelter a watchman has made.
| يَبْنِي بَيْتَهُ كَٱلْعُثِّ، أَوْ كَمَظَلَّةٍ صَنَعَهَا ٱلنَّاطُورُ. | ١٨ |
19 He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, He has opened his eyes, and he is not.
| يَضْطَجِعُ غَنِيًّا وَلَكِنَّهُ لَا يُضَمُّ. يَفْتَحُ عَيْنَيْهِ وَلَا يَكُونُ. | ١٩ |
20 Terrors overtake him as waters, By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.
| ٱلْأَهْوَالُ تُدْرِكُهُ كَٱلْمِيَاهِ. لَيْلًا تَخْتَطِفُهُ ٱلزَّوْبَعَةُ. | ٢٠ |
21 An east wind takes him up, and he goes, And it frightens him from his place,
| تَحْمِلُهُ ٱلشَّرْقِيَّةُ فَيَذْهَبُ، وَتَجْرُفُهُ مِنْ مَكَانِهِ. | ٢١ |
22 And it casts at him, and does not spare, He diligently flees from its hand.
| يُلْقِي ٱللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَلَا يُشْفِقُ. مِنْ يَدِهِ يَهْرُبُ هَرَبًا. | ٢٢ |
23 It claps its hands at him, And it hisses at him from his place.”
| يَصْفِقُونَ عَلَيْهِ بِأَيْدِيهِمْ، وَيَصْفِرُونَ عَلَيْهِ مِنْ مَكَانِهِ. | ٢٣ |
