Job 3
1 After this Job opened his mouth, and cursed his day.
| ثُمَّ تَكَلَّمَ أَيُّوبُ، فَشَتَمَ الْيَوْمَ الَّذِي وُلِدَ فِيهِ، | ١ |
2 Job answered:
| وَقَالَ: | ٢ |
3 "Let the day perish in which I was born, the night which said, 'A man is conceived.'
| «لَيْتَهُ بَادَ الْيَوْمُ الَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَفَنِيَ اللَّيْلُ الَّذِي قِيلَ فِيهِ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِطِفْلٍ ذَكَرٍ. | ٣ |
4 Let that day be darkness. May God above not care about it, neither let the light shine on it.
| لِيَتَحَوَّلْ ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمُ إِلَى ظَلامٍ. لَا يَرْعَاهُ اللهُ مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلا يُشْرِقُ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ. | ٤ |
5 Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let the blackness of the day terrify it.
| لِيَسْتَوْلِ عَلَيْهِ الظَّلامُ وَظِلُّ الْمَوْتِ. لِيَكْتَنِفْهُ سَحَابٌ وَلْتُرَوِّعْهُ ظُلُمَاتُ النَّهَارِ. | ٥ |
6 As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
| أَمَّا ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ فَلْيَعْتَقِلْهُ الدُّجَى الْمُتَكَاثِفُ، وَلا يَبْتَهِجْ مَعَ سَائِرِ أَيَّامِ السَّنَةِ، وَلا يُحْصَ فِي عَدَدِ الشُّهُورِ. | ٦ |
7 Look, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come in it.
| لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ عَاقِراً، لَا يَتَرَدَّدُ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ. | ٧ |
8 Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
| لِيَلْعَنْهُ السَّحَرَةُ الْحَاذِقُونَ فِي إِيْقَاظِ التِّنِّينِ! | ٨ |
9 Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
| لِتُظْلِمْ كَوَاكِبُ شَفَقِهِ، وَلْيَرْتَقِبِ النُّورَ مِنْ غَيْرِ طَائِلٍ، وَلا يَرَ هُدُبَ الْفَجْرِ، | ٩ |
10 because it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.
| لأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ رَحِمَ أُمِّي وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ الشَّقَاءَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ. | ١٠ |
11 "Why did I not die from the womb? Why did I not give up the spirit when my mother bore me?
| لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ فِي الرَّحِمِ، وَلِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ الرُّوحَ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنْ بَطْنِ أُمِّي؟ | ١١ |
12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
| لِمَاذَا وَجَدْتُ الرُّكَبَ لِتُعِينَنَي وَالثُّدِيَّ لِتُرْضِعَنِي؟ | ١٢ |
13 For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
| وَإلَّا لَظَلَلْتُ مُضْطَجِعاً سَاكِناً، وَلَكُنْتُ نَائِماً مُسْتَرِيحاً | ١٣ |
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;
| مَعَ مُلُوكِ الأَرْضِ وَمُشِيرِيهَا، الَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَاماً لأَنْفُسِهِمْ. | ١٤ |
15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
| أَوْ مَعَ الرُّؤَسَاءِ الَّذِينَ كَنَزُوا ذَهَباً وَمَلأُوا بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً. | ١٥ |
16 or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, as infants who never saw light.
| أَوْ لِمَاذَا لَمْ أُطْمَرْ فِي الأَرْضِ كَسِقْطٍ لَمْ يَرَ النُّورَ؟ | ١٦ |
17 There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.
| فَهُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ الأَشْرَارُ عَنْ إِثَارَةِ الْمَتَاعِبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَرْتَاحُ الْمُرْهَقُونَ. | ١٧ |
18 There the prisoners are at ease together. They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
| هُنَاكَ يَطْمَئِنُّ الأَسْرَى جَمِيعاً، إِذْ لَا يُلاحِقُهُمْ صَوْتُ الْمُسَخِّرِ. | ١٨ |
19 The small and the great are there. The servant is free from his master.
| هُنَاكَ يَكُونُ الصَّغِيرُ كَالْكَبِيرِ، وَالْعَبْدُ مُتَحَرِّراً مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ. | ١٩ |
20 "Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
| لِمَ يُوْهَبُ الشَّقِيُّ نُوراً، وَذَوُو النُّفُوسِ الْمُرَّةِ حَيَاةً؟ | ٢٠ |
21 Who long for death, but it doesn't come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
| الَّذِينَ يَتُوقُونَ إِلَى الْمَوْتِ فَلا يُقْبِلُ، وَيَنْقُبُونَ عَنْهُ أَكْثَرَ مِمَّا يَنْقُبُونَ عَنِ الْكُنُوزِ الْخَفِيَّةِ، | ٢١ |
22 who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
| الَّذِينَ يَنْتَشُونَ غِبْطَةً، وَيَسْتَبْشِرُونَ حِينَ يَعْثُرُونَ عَلَى ضَرِيحٍ! | ٢٢ |
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, whom God has hedged in?
| بَلْ لِمَاذَا يُوْهَبُ نُورٌ وَحَيَاةٌ لِرَجُلٍ ضَلَّتْ بِهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَسَدَّ اللهُ حَوْلَهُ؟ | ٢٣ |
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
| اسْتَبْدَلْتُ طَعَامِي بِالأَنِينِ، وَزَفْرَتِي تَنْسَكِبُ كَالْمِيَاهِ، | ٢٤ |
25 For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
| لأَنَّهُ قَدْ حَلَّ بِي مَا كُنْتُ أَخْشَاهُ، وَأَصَابَنِي مَا كُنْتُ أَرْتَعِبُ مِنْهُ. | ٢٥ |
26 I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes."
| فَلا طُمَأْنِينَةَ لِي وَلا اسْتَقْرَارَ وَلا رَاحَةَ، بَعْدَ أَنِ اجْتَاحَتْنِي الْكُرُوبُ». | ٢٦ |
