Job 3
1 After this Job has opened his mouth, and reviles his day.
| بَعْدَ هَذَا فَتَحَ أَيُّوبُ فَاهُ وَسَبَّ يَوْمَهُ، | ١ |
2 And Job answers and says:
| وَأَخَذَ أَيُّوبُ يَتَكَلَّمُ فَقَالَ: | ٢ |
3 “Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that has said: A man-child has been conceived.
| «لَيْتَهُ هَلَكَ ٱلْيَوْمُ ٱلَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَٱللَّيْلُ ٱلَّذِي قَالَ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِرَجُلٍ. | ٣ |
4 That day—let it be darkness, Do not let God require it from above, Nor let light shine on it.
| لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ ٱلْيَوْمُ ظَلَامًا. لَا يَعْتَنِ بِهِ ٱللهُ مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلَا يُشْرِقْ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ. | ٤ |
5 Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud dwell on it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
| لِيَمْلِكْهُ ٱلظَّلَامُ وَظِلُّ ٱلْمَوْتِ. لِيَحُلَّ عَلَيْهِ سَحَابٌ. لِتَرْعَبْهُ كَاسِفَاتُ ٱلنَّهَارِ. | ٥ |
6 That night—let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Let it not come into the number of months.
| أَمَّا ذَلِكَ ٱللَّيْلُ فَلْيُمْسِكْهُ ٱلدُّجَى، وَلَا يَفْرَحْ بَيْنَ أَيَّامِ ٱلسَّنَةِ، وَلَا يَدْخُلَنَّ فِي عَدَدِ ٱلشُّهُورِ. | ٦ |
7 Behold! That night—let it be barren, Let no singing come into it.
| هُوَذَا ذَلِكَ ٱللَّيْلُ لِيَكُنْ عَاقِرًا، لَا يُسْمَعْ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ. | ٧ |
8 Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
| لِيَلْعَنْهُ لَاعِنُو ٱلْيَوْمِ ٱلْمُسْتَعِدُّونَ لِإِيقَاظِ ٱلتِّنِّينِ. | ٨ |
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
| لِتُظْلِمْ نُجُومُ عِشَائِهِ. لِيَنْتَظِرِ ٱلنُّورَ وَلَا يَكُنْ، وَلَا يَرَ هُدُبَ ٱلصُّبْحِ، | ٩ |
10 Because it has not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from my eyes.
| لِأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ أَبْوَابَ بَطْنِ أُمِّي، وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ ٱلشَّقَاوَةَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ. | ١٠ |
11 Why do I not die from the womb? I have come forth from the belly and gasp!
| لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ مِنَ ٱلرَّحِمِ؟ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنَ ٱلْبَطْنِ، لِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ ٱلرُّوحَ؟ | ١١ |
12 Why have knees been before me? And what [are] breasts, that I suck?
| لِمَاذَا أَعَانَتْنِي ٱلرُّكَبُ، وَلِمَ ٱلثُّدِيُّ حَتَّى أَرْضَعَ؟ | ١٢ |
13 For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept—then there is rest to me,
| لِأَنِّي قَدْ كُنْتُ ٱلْآنَ مُضْطَجِعًا سَاكِنًا. حِينَئِذٍ كُنْتُ نِمْتُ مُسْتَرِيحًا | ١٣ |
14 With kings and counselors of earth, These building ruins for themselves.
| مَعَ مُلُوكٍ وَمُشِيرِي ٱلْأَرْضِ، ٱلَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَامًا لِأَنْفُسِهِمْ، | ١٤ |
15 Or with princes—they have gold, They are filling their houses [with] silver.
| أَوْ مَعَ رُؤَسَاءَ لَهُمْ ذَهَبٌ، ٱلْمَالِئِينَ بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً، | ١٥ |
16 (Or I am not as a hidden abortion, As infants—they have not seen light.)
| أَوْ كَسِقْطٍ مَطْمُورٍ فَلَمْ أَكُنْ، كَأَجِنَّةٍ لَمْ يَرَوْا نُورًا. | ١٦ |
17 There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there the wearied rest in power.
| هُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ ٱلْمُنَافِقُونَ عَنِ ٱلشَّغْبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَسْتَرِيحُ ٱلْمُتْعَبُونَ. | ١٧ |
18 Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
| ٱلْأَسْرَى يَطْمَئِنُّونَ جَمِيعًا، لَا يَسْمَعُونَ صَوْتَ ٱلْمُسَخِّرِ. | ١٨ |
19 Small and great [are] the same there. And a servant [is] free from his lord.
| ٱلصَّغِيرُ كَمَا ٱلْكَبِيرُ هُنَاكَ، وَٱلْعَبْدُ حُرٌّ مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ. | ١٩ |
20 Why does He give light to the miserable, and life to the bitter soul?
| «لِمَ يُعْطَى لِشَقِيٍّ نُورٌ، وَحَيَاةٌ لِمُرِّي ٱلنَّفْسِ؟ | ٢٠ |
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
| ٱلَّذِينَ يَنْتَظِرُونَ ٱلْمَوْتَ وَلَيْسَ هُوَ، وَيَحْفُرُونَ عَلَيْهِ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ ٱلْكُنُوزِ، | ٢١ |
22 Who are glad—to joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
| ٱلْمَسْرُورِينَ إِلَى أَنْ يَبْتَهِجُوا، ٱلْفَرِحِينَ عِنْدَمَا يَجِدُونَ قَبْرًا! | ٢٢ |
23 To a man whose way has been hidden, And whom God shuts up?
| لِرَجُلٍ قَدْ خَفِيَ عَلَيْهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَقَدْ سَيَّجَ ٱللهُ حَوْلَهُ. | ٢٣ |
24 For before my food, my sighing comes, And my roarings [are] poured out as waters.
| لِأَنَّهُ مِثْلَ خُبْزِي يَأْتِي أَنِينِي، وَمِثْلَ ٱلْمِيَاهِ تَنْسَكِبُ زَفْرَتِي، | ٢٤ |
25 For I feared a fear and it meets me, And what I was afraid of comes to me.
| لِأَنِّي ٱرْتِعَابًا ٱرْتَعَبْتُ فَأَتَانِي، وَٱلَّذِي فَزِعْتُ مِنْهُ جَاءَ عَلَيَّ. | ٢٥ |
26 I was not safe—nor was I quiet—Nor was I at rest—and trouble comes!”
| لَمْ أَطْمَئِنَّ وَلَمْ أَسْكُنْ وَلَمْ أَسْتَرِحْ، وَقَدْ جَاءَ ٱلرُّجْزُ». | ٢٦ |
