Job 39
1 "Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
| «أَتَعْرِفُ وَقْتَ وِلَادَةِ وُعُولِ ٱلصُّخُورِ، أَوْ تُلَاحِظُ مَخَاضَ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ؟ | ١ |
2 Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
| أَتَحْسُبُ ٱلشُّهُورَ ٱلَّتِي تُكَمِّلُهَا، أَوْ تَعْلَمُ مِيقَاتَ وِلَادَتِهِنَّ؟ | ٢ |
3 They bow themselves, they bring forth their young, they end their labor pains.
| يَبْرُكْنَ وَيَضَعْنَ أَوْلَادَهُنَّ. يَدْفَعْنَ أَوْجَاعَهُنَّ. | ٣ |
4 Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and do not return again.
| تَبْلُغُ أَوْلَادُهُنَّ. تَرْبُو فِي ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ. تَخْرُجُ وَلَا تَعُودُ إِلَيْهِنَّ. | ٤ |
5 "Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
| «مَنْ سَرَّحَ ٱلْفَرَاءَ حُرًّا، وَمَنْ فَكَّ رُبُطَ حِمَارِ ٱلْوَحْشِ؟ | ٥ |
6 Whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
| ٱلَّذِي جَعَلْتُ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةَ بَيْتَهُ وَٱلسِّبَاخَ مَسْكَنَهُ. | ٦ |
7 He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
| يَضْحَكُ عَلَى جُمْهُورِ ٱلْقَرْيَةِ. لَا يَسْمَعُ زَجْرَ ٱلسَّائِقِ. | ٧ |
8 The range of the mountains is his pasture, He searches after every green thing.
| دَائِرَةُ ٱلْجِبَالِ مَرْعَاهُ، وَعَلَى كُلِّ خُضْرَةٍ يُفَتِّشُ. | ٨ |
9 "Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
| «أَيَرْضَى ٱلثَّوْرُ ٱلْوَحْشِيُّ أَنْ يَخْدُمَكَ، أَمْ يَبِيتُ عِنْدَ مِعْلَفِكَ؟ | ٩ |
10 Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
| أَتَرْبِطُ ٱلثَّوْرَ ٱلْوَحْشِيَّ بِرِبَاطِهِ فِي ٱلتَّلْمِ، أَمْ يُمَهِّدُ ٱلْأَوْدِيَةَ وَرَاءَكَ؟ | ١٠ |
11 Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labor?
| أَتَثِقُ بِهِ لِأَنَّ قُوَّتَهُ عَظِيمَةٌ، أَوْ تَتْرُكُ لَهُ تَعَبَكَ؟ | ١١ |
12 Will you have faith in him, that he will bring in your grain, and gather it to your threshing floor?
| أَتَأْتَمِنُهُ أَنَّهُ يَأْتِي بِزَرْعِكَ وَيُجْمَعُ إِلَى بَيْدَرِكَ؟ | ١٢ |
13 "The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
| «جَنَاحُ ٱلنَّعَامَةِ يُرَفْرِفُ. أَفَهُوَ مَنْكِبٌ رَؤُوفٌ، أَمْ رِيشٌ؟ | ١٣ |
14 For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,
| لِأَنَّهَا تَتْرُكُ بَيْضَهَا وَتُحْمِيهِ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ، | ١٤ |
15 and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
| وَتَنْسَى أَنَّ ٱلرِّجْلَ تَضْغَطُهُ، أَوْ حَيَوَانَ ٱلْبَرِّ يَدُوسُهُ. | 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,
| تَقْسُو عَلَى أَوْلَادِهَا كَأَنَّهَا لَيْسَتْ لَهَا. بَاطِلٌ تَعَبُهَا بِلَا أَسَفٍ. | ١٦ |
17 because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
| لِأَنَّ ٱللهَ قَدْ أَنْسَاهَا ٱلْحِكْمَةَ، وَلَمْ يَقْسِمْ لَهَا فَهْمًا. | ١٧ |
18 When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
| عِنْدَمَا تُحْوِذُ نَفْسَهَا إِلَى ٱلْعَلَاءِ، تَضْحَكُ عَلَى ٱلْفَرَسِ وَعَلَى رَاكِبِهِ. | ١٨ |
19 "Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
| «هَلْ أَنْتَ تُعْطِي ٱلْفَرَسَ قُوَّتَهُ وَتَكْسُو عُنُقَهُ عُرْفًا؟ | ١٩ |
20 Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
| أَتُوثِبُهُ كَجَرَادَةٍ؟ نَفْخُ مَنْخَرِهِ مُرْعِبٌ. | ٢٠ |
21 He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
| يَبْحَثُ فِي ٱلْوَادِي وَيَنْفِزُ بِبَأْسٍ. يَخْرُجُ لِلِقَاءِ ٱلْأَسْلِحَةِ. | ٢١ |
22 He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.
| يَضْحَكُ عَلَى ٱلْخَوْفِ وَلَا يَرْتَاعُ، وَلَا يَرْجِعُ عَنِ ٱلسَّيْفِ. | ٢٢ |
23 The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
| عَلَيْهِ تَصِلُّ ٱلسِّهَامُ وَسِنَانُ ٱلرُّمْحِ وَٱلْمِزْرَاقِ. | ٢٣ |
24 He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
| فِي وَثْبِهِ وَرُجْزِهِ يَلْتَهِمُ ٱلْأَرْضَ، وَلَا يُؤْمِنُ أَنَّهُ صَوْتُ ٱلْبُوقِ. | 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.
| عِنْدَ نَفْخِ ٱلْبُوقِ يَقُولُ: هَهْ! وَمِنْ بَعِيدٍ يَسْتَرْوِحُ ٱلْقِتَالَ صِيَاحَ ٱلْقُوَّادِ وَٱلْهُتَافَ. | ٢٥ |
26 "Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
| «أَمِنْ فَهْمِكَ يَسْتَقِلُّ ٱلْعُقَابُ وَيَنْشُرُ جَنَاحَيْهِ نَحْوَ ٱلْجَنُوبِ؟ | ٢٦ |
27 Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
| أَوْ بِأَمْرِكَ يُحَلِّقُ ٱلنَّسْرُ وَيُعَلِّي وَكْرَهُ؟ | ٢٧ |
28 On the cliff he dwells, and makes his home, on the point of the cliff, and the stronghold.
| يَسْكُنُ ٱلصَّخْرَ وَيَبِيتُ عَلَى سِنِّ ٱلصَّخْرِ وَٱلْمَعْقِلِ. | ٢٨ |
29 From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
| مِنْ هُنَاكَ يَتَحَسَّسُ قُوتَهُ. تُبْصِرُهُ عَيْنَاهُ مِنْ بَعِيدٍ. | ٢٩ |
30 His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is."
| فِرَاخُهُ تَحْسُو ٱلدَّمَ، وَحَيْثُمَا تَكُنِ ٱلْقَتْلَى فَهُنَاكَ هُوَ». | ٣٠ |
