Job 30
1 "But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
| «وَأَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَقَدْ ضَحِكَ عَلَيَّ أَصَاغِرِي أَيَّامًا، ٱلَّذِينَ كُنْتُ أَسْتَنْكِفُ مِنْ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلَابِ غَنَمِي. | ١ |
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
| قُوَّةُ أَيْدِيهِمْ أَيْضًا مَا هِيَ لِي. فِيهِمْ عَجِزَتِ ٱلشَّيْخُوخَةُ. | ٢ |
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
| فِي ٱلْعَوَزِ وَٱلْمَحْلِ مَهْزُولُونَ، عَارِقُونَ ٱلْيَابِسَةَ ٱلَّتِي هِيَ مُنْذُ أَمْسِ خَرَابٌ وَخَرِبَةٌ. | ٣ |
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
| ٱلَّذِينَ يَقْطِفُونَ ٱلْمَلَّاحَ عِنْدَ ٱلشِّيحِ، وَأُصُولُ ٱلرَّتَمِ خُبْزُهُمْ. | ٤ |
5 They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;
| مِنَ ٱلْوَسَطِ يُطْرَدُونَ. يَصِيحُونَ عَلَيْهِمْ كَمَا عَلَى لِصٍّ. | ٥ |
6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
| لِلسَّكَنِ فِي أَوْدِيَةٍ مُرْعِبَةٍ وَثُقَبِ ٱلتُّرَابِ وَٱلصُّخُورِ. | ٦ |
7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
| بَيْنَ ٱلشِّيحِ يَنْهَقُونَ. تَحْتَ ٱلْعَوْسَجِ يَنْكَبُّونَ. | ٧ |
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
| أَبْنَاءُ ٱلْحَمَاقَةِ، بَلْ أَبْنَاءُ أُنَاسٍ بِلَا ٱسْمٍ، سِيطُوا مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ. | ٨ |
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
| «أَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَصِرْتُ أُغْنِيَتَهُمْ، وَأَصْبَحْتُ لَهُمْ مَثَلًا! | ٩ |
10 They abhor me, they keep their distance from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
| يَكْرَهُونَنِي. يَبْتَعِدُونَ عَنِّي، وَأَمَامَ وَجْهِي لَمْ يُمْسِكُوا عَنِ ٱلْبَصْقِ. | ١٠ |
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
| لِأَنَّهُ أَطْلَقَ ٱلْعِنَانَ وَقَهَرَنِي، فَنَزَعُوا ٱلزِّمَامَ قُدَّامِي. | ١١ |
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
| عَنِ ٱلْيَمِينِ ٱلْفُرُوخُ يَقُومُونَ يُزِيحُونَ رِجْلِي، وَيُعِدُّونَ عَلَيَّ طُرُقَهُمْ لِلْبَوَارِ. | ١٢ |
13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help.
| أَفْسَدُوا سُبُلِي. أَعَانُوا عَلَى سُقُوطِي. لَا مُسَاعِدَ عَلَيْهِمْ. | ١٣ |
14 As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
| يَأْتُونَ كَصَدْعٍ عَرِيضٍ. تَحْتَ ٱلْهَدَّةِ يَتَدَحْرَجُونَ. | ١٤ |
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
| اِنْقَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَهْوَالٌ. طَرَدَتْ كَٱلرِّيحِ نِعْمَتِي، فَعَبَرَتْ كَٱلسَّحَابِ سَعَادَتِي. | ١٥ |
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
| «فَٱلْآنَ ٱنْهَالَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ، وَأَخَذَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ١٦ |
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
| ٱللَّيْلَ يَنْخَرُ عِظَامِي فِيَّ، وَعَارِقِيَّ لَا تَهْجَعُ. | ١٧ |
18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
| بِكَثْرَةِ ٱلشِّدَّةِ تَنَكَّرَ لِبْسِي. مِثْلَ جَيْبِ قَمِيصِي حَزَمَتْنِي. | ١٨ |
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
| قَدْ طَرَحَنِي فِي ٱلْوَحْلِ، فَأَشْبَهْتُ ٱلتُّرَابَ وَٱلرَّمَادَ. | ١٩ |
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
| إِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ فَمَا تَسْتَجِيبُ لِي. أَقُومُ فَمَا تَنْتَبِهُ إِلَيَّ. | ٢٠ |
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
| تَحَوَّلْتَ إِلَى جَافٍ مِنْ نَحْوِي. بِقُدْرَةِ يَدِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي. | ٢١ |
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
| حَمَلْتَنِي، أَرْكَبْتَنِي ٱلرِّيحَ وَذَوَّبْتَنِي تَشَوُّهًا. | ٢٢ |
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
| لِأَنِّي أَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ إِلَى ٱلْمَوْتِ تُعِيدُنِي، وَإِلَى بَيْتِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ. | ٢٣ |
24 "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
| وَلَكِنْ فِي ٱلْخَرَابِ أَلَا يَمُدُّ يَدًا؟ فِي ٱلْبَلِيَّةِ أَلَا يَسْتَغِيثُ عَلَيْهَا؟ | ٢٤ |
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
| «أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ عَسَرَ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَكْتَئِبْ نَفْسِي عَلَى ٱلْمِسْكِينِ؟ | ٢٥ |
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
| حِينَمَا تَرَجَّيْتُ ٱلْخَيْرَ جَاءَ ٱلشَّرُّ، وَٱنْتَظَرْتُ ٱلنُّورَ فَجَاءَ ٱلدُّجَى. | ٢٦ |
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
| أَمْعَائِي تَغْلِي وَلَا تَكُفُّ. تَقَدَّمَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ٢٧ |
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
| اِسْوَدَدْتُ لَكِنْ بِلَا شَمْسٍ. قُمْتُ فِي ٱلْجَمَاعَةِ أَصْرُخُ. | ٢٨ |
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
| صِرْتُ أَخًا لِلذِّئَابِ، وَصَاحِبًا لِرِئَالِ ٱلنَّعَامِ. | ٢٩ |
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
| حَرِشَ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَعِظَامِي ٱحْتَرَّتْ مِنَ ٱلْحَرَارَةِ فِيَّ. | ٣٠ |
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
| صَارَ عُودِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ ٱلْبَاكِينَ. | ٣١ |
