Job 39
1 "Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
| هَلْ تُدْرِكُ مَتَى تَلِدُ أَوْعَالُ الصُّخُورِ أَمْ تَرْقُبُ مَخَاضَ الأَيَائِلِ؟ | ١ |
2 Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
| هَلْ تَحْسُبُ أَشْهُرَ حَمْلِهِنَّ، وَتَعْلَمُ مِيعَادَ وَضْعِهِنَّ، | ٢ |
3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they end their labor pains.
| حِينَ يَجْثُمْنَ لِيَضَعْنَ صِغَارَهُنَّ، وَيتَخَلَّصْنَ مِنْ آلامِ مَخَاضِهِنَّ؟ | ٣ |
4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and do not return again.
| تَكْبُرُ صِغَارُهُنَّ، وَتَنْمُو فِي الْقَفْرِ، ثُمَّ تَشْرُدُ وَلا تَعُودُ. | ٤ |
5 "Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
| مَنْ أَطْلَقَ سَرَاحَ حِمَارِ الْوَحْشِ وَفَكَّ رُبُطَ حِمَارِ الْوَحْشِ؟ | ٥ |
6 Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
| لِمَنْ أَعْطَيْتُ الصَّحْرَاءَ مَسْكَناً وَالأَرْضَ الْمِلْحِيَّةَ مَنْزِلاً؟ | ٦ |
7 He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
| فَيَسْخَرَ مِنْ جَلَبَةِ الْمُدُنِ وَلا يَسْمَعَ نِدَاءَ السَّائِقِ؟ | ٧ |
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
| يَرْتَادُ الْجِبَالَ مَرْعىً لَهُ، وَيَلْتَمِسُ كُلَّ مَا هُوَ أَخْضَرُ، | ٨ |
9 "Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
| أَيَرْضَى الثَّوْرُ الْوَحْشِيُّ أَنْ يَخْدُمَكَ؟ أَيَبِيتُ عِنْدَ مِعْلِفِكَ؟ | ٩ |
10 Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
| أَتَرْبِطُهُ بِالنِّيرِ لِيَجُرَّ لَكَ الْمِحْرَاثَ، أَمْ يُمَهِّدُ الْوَادِي خَلْفَكَ؟ | ١٠ |
11 Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
| أَتَتَّكِلُ عَلَيْهِ لِقُوَّتِهِ الْعَظِيمَةِ، وَتُكَلِّفُهُ الْقِيَامَ بِأَعْمَالِكَ؟ | ١١ |
12 Will you have faith in him, that he will bring in your grain, and gather it to your threshing floor?
| أَتَثِقُ بِعَوْدَتِهِ حَامِلاً إِلَيْكَ حِنْطَتَكَ لِيُكَوِّمَهَا فِي بَيْدَرِكَ؟ | ١٢ |
13 "The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
| يُرَفْرِفُ جَنَاحَا النَّعَامَةِ بِغِبْطَةٍ، وَلَكِنْ أَهُمَا جَنَاحَانِ مَكْسُوَّانِ بِرِيشِ الْمَحَبَّةِ؟ | ١٣ |
14 For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,
| فَهِيَ تَتْرُكُ بَيْضَهَا عَلَى الأَرْضِ لِيَدْفَأَ بِالتُّرَابِ، | ١٤ |
15 and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
| وَتَنْسَى أَنَّ الْقَدَمَ قَدْ تَطَأُ عَلَيْهِ، وَأَنَّ بَعْضَ الْحَيَوَانَاتِ الْكَاسِرَةِ قَدْ تُحَطِّمُهُ. | ١٥ |
16 She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labor is in vain, she is without fear,
| إِنَّهَا تُعَامِلُ صِغَارَهَا بِقَسْوَةٍ كَأَنَّهَا لَيْسَتْ لَهَا، غَيْرَ آسِفَةٍ عَلَى ضَيَاعِ تَعَبِهَا، | ١٦ |
17 because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
| لأَنَّ اللهَ قَدْ أَنْسَاهَا الْحِكْمَةَ، وَلَمْ يَمْنَحْهَا نَصِيباً مِنَ الْفَهْمِ. | ١٧ |
18 When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
| وَلَكِنْ مَا إِنْ تَبْسُطُ جَنَاحَيْهَا، لِتَجْرِيَ حَتَّى تَهْزَأَ بِالْفَرَسِ وَرَاكِبِهِ! | ١٨ |
19 "Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
| أَأَنْتَ وَهَبْتَ الْفَرَسَ قُوَّتَهُ، وَكَسَوْتَ عُنُقَهُ عُرْفاً؟ | ١٩ |
20 Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
| أَأَنْتَ تَجْعَلُهُ يَثِبُ كَجَرَادَةٍ؟ إنَّ نَخِيرَهُ الْهَائِلَ لَمُخِيفٌ. | ٢٠ |
21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
| يَشُقُّ الْوَادِي بِحَوَافِرِهِ، وَيَمْرَحُ فِي جَمِّ نَشَاطِهِ، وَيَقْتَحِمُ الْمَعَارِكَ. | ٢١ |
22 He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.
| يَسْخَرُ مِنَ الْخَوْفِ وَلا يَرْتَاعُ، وَلا يَتَرَاجَعُ أَمَامَ السَّيْفِ. | ٢٢ |
23 The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
| تَصِلُّ عَلَيْهِ جُعْبَةُ السِّهَامِ، وَأَيْضاً بَرِيقُ الرِّمَاحِ وَالْحِرَابِ. | ٢٣ |
24 He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
| فِي جَرْيِهِ يَنْهَبُ الأَرْضَ بِعُنْفُوَانٍ وَغَضَبٍ وَلا يَسْتَقِرُّ فِي مَكَانِهِ عِنْدَ نَفْخِ بُوقِ الْحَرْبِ. | ٢٤ |
25 As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, 'Aha.' He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
| عِنْدَمَا يُدَوِّي صَوْتُ الْبُوقِ يَقُولُ: هَهْ هَهْ! وَيَسْتَرْوِحُ الْمَعْرَكَةَ عَنْ بُعْدٍ، وَيَسْمَعُ زَئِيرَ الْقَادَةِ وَهُتَافَهُمْ. | ٢٥ |
26 "Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
| أَبِحِكْمَتِكَ يُحَلِّقُ الصَّقْرُ وَيَفْرِدُ جَنَاحَيْهِ نَحْوَ الْجَنُوبِ؟ | ٢٦ |
27 Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
| أَبِأَمْرِكَ يُحَلِّقُ النَّسْرُ وَيَجْعَلُ وَكْرَهُ فِي الْعَلاءِ؟ | ٢٧ |
28 On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
| يُعَشِّشُ بَيْنَ الصُّخُورِ، وَيَبِيتُ فِيهَا وَعَلَى جُرْفٍ صَخْرِيٍّ يَكُونُ مَعْقَلُهُ. | ٢٨ |
29 From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
| مِنْ هُنَاكَ يَتَرَصَّدُ قُوتَهُ، وَتَرْقُبُ عَيْنَاهُ فَرِيسَتَهُ مِنْ بَعِيدٍ. | ٢٩ |
30 His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."
| وَتَأْكُلُ فِرَاخُهُ أَيْضاً الدِّمَاءَ، وَحَيْثُ تَكُونُ الْجُثَثُ تَتَجَمَّعُ النُّسُورُ». | ٣٠ |
