Job 41
1 “Do you draw leviathan with a hook? And do you let down his tongue with a rope?
| «أَتَصْطَادُ لَوِيَاثَانَ بِشِصٍّ، أَوْ تَضْغَطُ لِسَانَهُ بِحَبْلٍ؟ | ١ |
2 Do you put a reed in his nose? And pierce his jaw with a thorn?
| أَتَضَعُ أَسَلَةً فِي خَطْمِهِ، أَمْ تَثْقُبُ فَكَّهُ بِخِزَامَةٍ؟ | ٢ |
3 Does he multiply supplications to you? Does he speak tender things to you?
| أَيُكْثِرُ ٱلتَّضَرُّعَاتِ إِلَيْكَ، أَمْ يَتَكَلَّمُ مَعَكَ بِٱللِّينِ؟ | ٣ |
4 Does he make a covenant with you? Do you take him for a perpetual servant?
| هَلْ يَقْطَعُ مَعَكَ عَهْدًا فَتَتَّخِذَهُ عَبْدًا مُؤَبَّدًا؟ | ٤ |
5 Do you play with him as a bird? And do you bind him for your girls?
| أَتَلْعَبُ مَعَهُ كَٱلْعُصْفُورِ، أَوْ تَرْبِطُهُ لِأَجْلِ فَتَيَاتِكَ؟ | ٥ |
6 (Companions feast on him, They divide him among the merchants!)
| هَلْ تَحْفِرُ جَمَاعَةُ ٱلصَّيَّادِينَ لِأَجْلِهِ حُفْرَةً، أَوْ يَقْسِمُونَهُ بَيْنَ ٱلْكَنْعَانِيِّينَ؟ | ٦ |
7 Do you fill his skin with barbed irons? And his head with fish-spears?
| أَتَمْلَأُ جِلْدَهُ حِرَابًا وَرَأْسَهُ بِإِلَالِ ٱلسَّمَكِ؟ | ٧ |
8 Place your hand on him, Remember the battle—do not add!
| ضَعْ يَدَكَ عَلَيْهِ. لَا تَعُدْ تَذْكُرُ ٱلْقِتَالَ! | ٨ |
9 Behold, the hope of him is found a liar, Also, is one not cast down at his appearance?
| هُوَذَا ٱلرَّجَاءُ بِهِ كَاذِبٌ. أَلَا يُكَبُّ أَيْضًا بِرُؤْيَتِهِ؟ | ٩ |
10 None so fierce that he awakes him, And who [is] he [who] stations himself before Me?
| لَيْسَ مِنْ شُجَاعٍ يُوقِظُهُ، فَمَنْ يَقِفُ إِذًا بِوَجْهِي؟ | ١٠ |
11 Who has brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it [is] Mine.
| مَنْ تَقَدَّمَنِي فَأُوفِيَهُ؟ مَا تَحْتَ كُلِّ ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ هُوَ لِي. | ١١ |
12 I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.
| «لَا أَسْكُتُ عَنْ أَعْضَائِهِ، وَخَبَرِ قُوَّتِهِ وَبَهْجَةِ عُدَّتِهِ. | ١٢ |
13 Who has uncovered the face of his clothing? Who enters within his double bridle?
| مَنْ يَكْشِفُ وَجْهَ لِبْسِهِ، وَمَنْ يَدْنُو مِنْ مَثْنَى لَجَمَتِهِ؟ | ١٣ |
14 Who has opened the doors of his face? Around his teeth [are] terrible.
| مَنْ يَفْتَحُ مِصْرَاعَيْ فَمِهِ؟ دَائِرَةُ أَسْنَانِهِ مُرْعِبَةٌ. | ١٤ |
15 A pride—strong ones of shields, Shut up—a close seal.
| فَخْرُهُ مَجَانُّ مَانِعَةٌ مُحَكَّمَةٌ مَضْغُوطَةٌ بِخَاتِمٍ. | ١٥ |
16 They draw near to one another, And air does not enter between them.
| ٱلْوَاحِدُ يَمَسُّ ٱلْآخَرَ، فَٱلرِّيحُ لَا تَدْخُلُ بَيْنَهَا. | ١٦ |
17 They adhere to one another, They stick together and are not separated.
| كُلٌّ مِنْهَا مُلْتَصِقٌ بِصَاحِبِهِ، مُتَلَكِّدَةً لَا تَنْفَصِلُ. | ١٧ |
18 His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes [are] as the eyelids of the dawn.
| عُطَاسُهُ يَبْعَثُ نُورًا، وَعَيْنَاهُ كَهُدُبِ ٱلصُّبْحِ. | ١٨ |
19 Flames go out of his mouth, sparks of fire escape.
| مِنْ فِيهِ تَخْرُجُ مَصَابِيحُ. شَرَارُ نَارٍ تَتَطَايَرُ مِنْهُ. | ١٩ |
20 Smoke goes forth out of his nostrils, As a blown pot and reeds.
| مِنْ مَنْخَرَيْهِ يَخْرُجُ دُخَانٌ كَأَنَّهُ مِنْ قِدْرٍ مَنْفُوخٍ أَوْ مِنْ مِرْجَلٍ. | ٢٠ |
21 His breath sets coals on fire, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
| نَفَسُهُ يُشْعِلُ جَمْرًا، وَلَهِيبٌ يَخْرُجُ مِنْ فِيهِ. | ٢١ |
22 Strength lodges in his neck, And grief exults before him.
| فِي عُنُقِهِ تَبِيتُ ٱلْقُوَّةُ، وَأَمَامَهُ يَدُوسُ ٱلْهَوْلُ. | ٢٢ |
23 The flakes of his flesh have adhered—Firm on him—it is not moved.
| مَطَاوِي لَحْمِهِ مُتَلَاصِقَةٌ مَسْبُوكَةٌ عَلَيْهِ لَا تَتَحَرَّكُ. | ٢٣ |
24 His heart [is] firm as a stone, Indeed, firm as the lower piece.
| قَلْبُهُ صُلْبٌ كَٱلْحَجَرِ، وَقَاسٍ كَٱلرَّحَى. | ٢٤ |
25 The mighty are afraid at his rising, From his breakings they keep themselves free.
| عِنْدَ نُهُوضِهِ تَفْزَعُ ٱلْأَقْوِيَاءُ. مِنَ ٱلْمَخَاوِفِ يَتِيهُونَ. | ٢٥ |
26 The sword of his overtaker does not stand, Spear, dart, and breastplate.
| سَيْفُ ٱلَّذِي يَلْحَقُهُ لَا يَقُومُ، وَلَا رُمْحٌ وَلَا مِزْرَاقٌ وَلَا دِرْعٌ. | ٢٦ |
27 He reckons iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood.
| يَحْسِبُ ٱلْحَدِيدَ كَٱلتِّبْنِ، وَٱلنُّحَاسَ كَٱلْعُودِ ٱلنَّخِرِ. | ٢٧ |
28 The son of the bow does not cause him to flee, Stones of the sling are turned into stubble by him.
| لَا يَسْتَفِزُّهُ نُبْلُ ٱلْقَوْسِ. حِجَارَةُ ٱلْمِقْلَاعِ تَرْجِعُ عَنْهُ كَٱلْقَشِّ. | ٢٨ |
29 Darts have been reckoned as stubble, And he laughs at the shaking of a javelin.
| يَحْسَبُ ٱلْمِقْمَعَةَ كَقَشٍّ، وَيَضْحَكُ عَلَى ٱهْتِزَازِ ٱلرُّمْحِ. | ٢٩ |
30 Sharp points of clay [are] under him, He spreads gold on the mire.
| تَحْتَهُ قُطَعُ خَزَفٍ حَادَّةٌ. يُمَدِّدُ نَوْرَجًا عَلَى ٱلطِّينِ. | ٣٠ |
31 He causes the deep to boil as a pot, He makes the sea as a pot of ointment.
| يَجْعَلُ ٱلْعُمْقَ يَغْلِي كَٱلْقِدْرِ، وَيَجْعَلُ ٱلْبَحْرَ كَقِدْرِ عِطَارَةٍ. | ٣١ |
32 He causes a path to shine after him, One thinks the deep to be hoary.
| يُضِيءُ ٱلسَّبِيلُ وَرَاءَهُ فَيُحْسَبُ ٱللُّجُّ أَشْيَبَ. | ٣٢ |
33 There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.
| لَيْسَ لَهُ فِي ٱلْأَرْضِ نَظِيرٌ. صُنِعَ لِعَدَمِ ٱلْخَوْفِ. | ٣٣ |
34 He sees every high thing, He [is] king over all sons of pride.”
| يُشْرِفُ عَلَى كُلِّ مُتَعَالٍ. هُوَ مَلِكٌ عَلَى كُلِّ بَنِي ٱلْكِبْرِيَاءِ». | ٣٤ |
