Job 16
1 But Job answered and said:
| فَقَالَ أَيُّوبُ: | ١ |
2 Of such things as these I have heard enough! Miserable comforters are ye all!
| «قَدْ سَمِعْتُ كَثِيراً مِثْلَ هَذَا الْكَلامِ وَأَنْتُمْ كُلُّكُمْ مُعَزُّونَ مُتْعِبُونَ. | ٢ |
3 Will there ever be an end to words of wind? What stirreth thee up, that thou answerest?
| أَمَا لِهَذَا اللَّغْوِ مِنْ نِهَايَةٍ؟ وَمَا الَّذِي يُثِيرُكَ حَتَّى تَرُدَّ عَلَيَّ؟ | ٣ |
4 I also might speak like you, If ye were now in my place; I might string together words against you, And shake my head at you.
| فِي وُسْعِي أَنْ أَتَكَلَّمَ مِثْلَكُمْ لَوْ كُنْتُمْ مَكَانِي، وَأُلْقِيَ عَلَيْكُمْ أَقْوَالَ مَلامَةٍ، وَأَهُزَّ رَأْسِي فِي وُجُوهِكُمْ، | ٤ |
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the consolation of my lips should sustain you.
| بَلْ كُنْتُ أُشَجِّعُكُمْ بِنَصَائِحِي، وَأُشَدِّدُكُمْ بِتَعْزِيَاتِي. | ٥ |
6 If I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And if I forbear, it doth not leave me.
| إِنْ تَكَلَّمْتُ لَا تُمْحَى كَآبَتِي، وَإِنْ صَمَتُّ، فَمَاذَا يُخَفِّفُ الصَّمْتُ عَنِّي؟ | ٦ |
7 For now He hath quite exhausted me; Thou hast desolated all my house!
| إِنَّ اللهَ قَدْ مَزَّقَنِي حَقّاً وَأَهْلَكَ كُلَّ قَوْمِي. | ٧ |
8 Thou hast seized hold of me, and this is a witness against me; My leanness riseth up and testifieth against me to my face.
| لَقَدْ كَبَّلْتَنِي فَصَارَ ذَلِكَ شَاهِداً عَلَيَّ، وَقَامَ هُزَالِي لِيَشْهَدَ ضِدِّي. | ٨ |
9 His anger teareth my flesh, and pursueth me; He gnasheth upon me with his teeth; My adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
| مَزَّقَنِي غَضَبُهُ، وَاضْطَهَدَنِي. حَرَّقَ عَلَيَّ أَسْنَانَهُ. طَعَنَنِي عَدُوِّي بِنَظْرَاتِهِ الْحَادَّةِ. | ٩ |
10 They gape for me with their mouths; In scorn they smite me on the cheek; With one consent they assemble against me.
| فَغَرَ النَّاسُ أَفْوَاهَهُمْ عَلَيَّ، لَطَمُونِي تَعْيِيراً عَلَى خَدِّي، وَتَضَافَرُوا عَلَيَّ جَمِيعاً. | ١٠ |
11 God hath given me a prey to the unrighteous, And delivered me into the hands of the wicked.
| أَسْلَمَنِي اللهُ إِلَى الظَّالِمِ، وَطَرَحَنِي فِي يَدِ الأَشْرَارِ. | ١١ |
12 I was at ease, but he hath crushed me; He hath seized me by the neck, and dashed me in pieces; He hath set me up for his mark.
| كُنْتُ مُطْمَئِنّاً مُسْتَقِرّاً، فَزَعْزَعَنِي الرَّبُّ وَقَبَضَ عَلَيَّ مِنْ عُنُقِي، وَحَطَّمَنِي وَنَصَبَنِي لَهُ هَدَفاً. | ١٢ |
13 His archers encompass me around; He pierceth my reins, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
| حَاصَرَنِي رُمَاتُهُ وَشَقَّ كُلْيَتَيَّ مِنْ غَيْرِ رَحْمَةٍ، أَهْرَقَ مَرَارَتِي عَلَى الأَرْضِ. | ١٣ |
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He rusheth upon me like a warrior.
| اقْتَحَمَنِي مَرَّةً تِلْوَ مَرَّةٍ، وَهَاجَمَنِي كَجَبَّارٍ. | ١٤ |
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And thrust my horn into the dust.
| خِطْتُ مِسْحاً عَلَى جِلْدِي، وَمَرَّغْتُ عِزِّي فِي التُّرَابِ. | ١٥ |
16 My face is red with weeping, And upon my eyelids is deathlike darkness.
| احْمَرَّ وَجْهِي مِنَ الْبُكَاءِ، وَغَشِيَتْ ظِلالُ الْمَوْتِ أَهْدَابِي، | ١٦ |
17 Yet is there no injustice in my bands. And my prayer hath been pure.
| مَعَ أَنَّنِي لَمْ أَقْتَرِفْ ظُلْماً، وَصَلاتِي مُخْلِصَةٌ. | ١٧ |
18 O earth! cover not thou my blood, And let there be no hiding-place for my cry!
| يَا أَرْضُ لَا تَسْتُرِي دَمِي، وَلا يَكُنْ لِصُرَاخِي قَرَارٌ. | ١٨ |
19 Yet even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he who knoweth me is on high.
| هُوَذَا الآنَ شَاهِدِي فِي السَّمَاءِ، وَكَفِيلِي فِي الأَعَالِي | ١٩ |
20 My friends have me in derision, But my eye poureth out tears unto God.
| أَمَّا أَصْحَابِي فَهُمُ السَّاخِرُونَ بِي، لِذَلِكَ تَفِيضُ دُمُوعِي أَمَامَ اللهِ، | ٢٠ |
21 O that one might contend for a man with God, As a man contendeth with his neighbor!
| لَكَمْ أَحْتَاجُ لِمَنْ يُدَافِعُ عَنِّي أَمَامَ اللهِ، كَمَا يُدَافِعُ إِنْسَانٌ عَنْ صَدِيقِهِ. | ٢١ |
22 For when a few years shall have passed, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
| إِذْ مَا إِنْ تَنْقَضِي سَنَوَاتُ عُمْرِي الْقَلِيلَةُ حَتَّى أَمْضِيَ فِي طَرِيقٍ لَا أَعُودُ مِنْهَا. | ٢٢ |
