Job 41
1 "Can you draw out Deinosuchus with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?
| «أَتَصْطَادُ لَوِيَاثَانَ بِشِصٍّ، أَوْ تَضْغَطُ لِسَانَهُ بِحَبْلٍ؟ | ١ |
2 Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
| أَتَضَعُ أَسَلَةً فِي خَطْمِهِ، أَمْ تَثْقُبُ فَكَّهُ بِخِزَامَةٍ؟ | ٢ |
3 Will he make many petitions to you, or will he speak soft words to you?
| أَيُكْثِرُ ٱلتَّضَرُّعَاتِ إِلَيْكَ، أَمْ يَتَكَلَّمُ مَعَكَ بِٱللِّينِ؟ | ٣ |
4 Will he make a covenant with you, that you should take him for a servant forever?
| هَلْ يَقْطَعُ مَعَكَ عَهْدًا فَتَتَّخِذَهُ عَبْدًا مُؤَبَّدًا؟ | ٤ |
5 Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your girls?
| أَتَلْعَبُ مَعَهُ كَٱلْعُصْفُورِ، أَوْ تَرْبِطُهُ لِأَجْلِ فَتَيَاتِكَ؟ | ٥ |
6 Will traders barter for him? Will they part him among the merchants?
| هَلْ تَحْفِرُ جَمَاعَةُ ٱلصَّيَّادِينَ لِأَجْلِهِ حُفْرَةً، أَوْ يَقْسِمُونَهُ بَيْنَ ٱلْكَنْعَانِيِّينَ؟ | ٦ |
7 Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fish spears?
| أَتَمْلَأُ جِلْدَهُ حِرَابًا وَرَأْسَهُ بِإِلَالِ ٱلسَّمَكِ؟ | ٧ |
8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the battle, and you will never do it again.
| ضَعْ يَدَكَ عَلَيْهِ. لَا تَعُدْ تَذْكُرُ ٱلْقِتَالَ! | ٨ |
9 Look, the hope of him is in vain. Won't one be cast down even at the sight of him?
| هُوَذَا ٱلرَّجَاءُ بِهِ كَاذِبٌ. أَلَا يُكَبُّ أَيْضًا بِرُؤْيَتِهِ؟ | ٩ |
10 None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
| لَيْسَ مِنْ شُجَاعٍ يُوقِظُهُ، فَمَنْ يَقِفُ إِذًا بِوَجْهِي؟ | ١٠ |
11 Who has confronted me, that I should repay? Everything under the heavens is mine.
| مَنْ تَقَدَّمَنِي فَأُوفِيَهُ؟ مَا تَحْتَ كُلِّ ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ هُوَ لِي. | ١١ |
12 "I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, nor his mighty strength, nor his goodly frame.
| «لَا أَسْكُتُ عَنْ أَعْضَائِهِ، وَخَبَرِ قُوَّتِهِ وَبَهْجَةِ عُدَّتِهِ. | ١٢ |
13 Who can strip off his outer garment? Who shall come within his jaws?
| مَنْ يَكْشِفُ وَجْهَ لِبْسِهِ، وَمَنْ يَدْنُو مِنْ مَثْنَى لَجَمَتِهِ؟ | ١٣ |
14 Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
| مَنْ يَفْتَحُ مِصْرَاعَيْ فَمِهِ؟ دَائِرَةُ أَسْنَانِهِ مُرْعِبَةٌ. | ١٤ |
15 Strong scales are his pride, shut up together with a close seal.
| فَخْرُهُ مَجَانُّ مَانِعَةٌ مُحَكَّمَةٌ مَضْغُوطَةٌ بِخَاتِمٍ. | ١٥ |
16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
| ٱلْوَاحِدُ يَمَسُّ ٱلْآخَرَ، فَٱلرِّيحُ لَا تَدْخُلُ بَيْنَهَا. | ١٦ |
17 They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
| كُلٌّ مِنْهَا مُلْتَصِقٌ بِصَاحِبِهِ، مُتَلَكِّدَةً لَا تَنْفَصِلُ. | ١٧ |
18 His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
| عُطَاسُهُ يَبْعَثُ نُورًا، وَعَيْنَاهُ كَهُدُبِ ٱلصُّبْحِ. | ١٨ |
19 Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
| مِنْ فِيهِ تَخْرُجُ مَصَابِيحُ. شَرَارُ نَارٍ تَتَطَايَرُ مِنْهُ. | ١٩ |
20 Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
| مِنْ مَنْخَرَيْهِ يَخْرُجُ دُخَانٌ كَأَنَّهُ مِنْ قِدْرٍ مَنْفُوخٍ أَوْ مِنْ مِرْجَلٍ. | ٢٠ |
21 His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.
| نَفَسُهُ يُشْعِلُ جَمْرًا، وَلَهِيبٌ يَخْرُجُ مِنْ فِيهِ. | ٢١ |
22 There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.
| فِي عُنُقِهِ تَبِيتُ ٱلْقُوَّةُ، وَأَمَامَهُ يَدُوسُ ٱلْهَوْلُ. | ٢٢ |
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
| مَطَاوِي لَحْمِهِ مُتَلَاصِقَةٌ مَسْبُوكَةٌ عَلَيْهِ لَا تَتَحَرَّكُ. | ٢٣ |
24 His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
| قَلْبُهُ صُلْبٌ كَٱلْحَجَرِ، وَقَاسٍ كَٱلرَّحَى. | ٢٤ |
25 When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.
| عِنْدَ نُهُوضِهِ تَفْزَعُ ٱلْأَقْوِيَاءُ. مِنَ ٱلْمَخَاوِفِ يَتِيهُونَ. | ٢٥ |
26 If one attacks him with the sword, it can't prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.
| سَيْفُ ٱلَّذِي يَلْحَقُهُ لَا يَقُومُ، وَلَا رُمْحٌ وَلَا مِزْرَاقٌ وَلَا دِرْعٌ. | ٢٦ |
27 He counts iron as straw; and bronze as rotten wood.
| يَحْسِبُ ٱلْحَدِيدَ كَٱلتِّبْنِ، وَٱلنُّحَاسَ كَٱلْعُودِ ٱلنَّخِرِ. | ٢٧ |
28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
| لَا يَسْتَفِزُّهُ نُبْلُ ٱلْقَوْسِ. حِجَارَةُ ٱلْمِقْلَاعِ تَرْجِعُ عَنْهُ كَٱلْقَشِّ. | ٢٨ |
29 Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.
| يَحْسَبُ ٱلْمِقْمَعَةَ كَقَشٍّ، وَيَضْحَكُ عَلَى ٱهْتِزَازِ ٱلرُّمْحِ. | ٢٩ |
30 His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
| تَحْتَهُ قُطَعُ خَزَفٍ حَادَّةٌ. يُمَدِّدُ نَوْرَجًا عَلَى ٱلطِّينِ. | ٣٠ |
31 He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
| يَجْعَلُ ٱلْعُمْقَ يَغْلِي كَٱلْقِدْرِ، وَيَجْعَلُ ٱلْبَحْرَ كَقِدْرِ عِطَارَةٍ. | ٣١ |
32 He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.
| يُضِيءُ ٱلسَّبِيلُ وَرَاءَهُ فَيُحْسَبُ ٱللُّجُّ أَشْيَبَ. | ٣٢ |
33 On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.
| لَيْسَ لَهُ فِي ٱلْأَرْضِ نَظِيرٌ. صُنِعَ لِعَدَمِ ٱلْخَوْفِ. | ٣٣ |
34 He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride."
| يُشْرِفُ عَلَى كُلِّ مُتَعَالٍ. هُوَ مَلِكٌ عَلَى كُلِّ بَنِي ٱلْكِبْرِيَاءِ». | ٣٤ |
