Job 3
1 After this, opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
| بَعْدَ هَذَا فَتَحَ أَيُّوبُ فَاهُ وَسَبَّ يَوْمَهُ، | ١ |
2 So then Job began, and said:
| وَأَخَذَ أَيُّوبُ يَتَكَلَّمُ فَقَالَ: | ٢ |
3 Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!
| «لَيْتَهُ هَلَكَ ٱلْيَوْمُ ٱلَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَٱللَّيْلُ ٱلَّذِي قَالَ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِرَجُلٍ. | ٣ |
4 That day, be it darkness, —Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam:
| لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ ٱلْيَوْمُ ظَلَامًا. لَا يَعْتَنِ بِهِ ٱللهُ مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلَا يُشْرِقْ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ. | ٤ |
5 Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day’s dark eclipse cause it terror:
| لِيَمْلِكْهُ ٱلظَّلَامُ وَظِلُّ ٱلْمَوْتِ. لِيَحُلَّ عَلَيْهِ سَحَابٌ. لِتَرْعَبْهُ كَاسِفَاتُ ٱلنَّهَارِ. | ٥ |
6 That night, darkness take it, —May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter.
| أَمَّا ذَلِكَ ٱللَّيْلُ فَلْيُمْسِكْهُ ٱلدُّجَى، وَلَا يَفْرَحْ بَيْنَ أَيَّامِ ٱلسَّنَةِ، وَلَا يَدْخُلَنَّ فِي عَدَدِ ٱلشُّهُورِ. | ٦ |
7 Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein:
| هُوَذَا ذَلِكَ ٱللَّيْلُ لِيَكُنْ عَاقِرًا، لَا يُسْمَعْ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ. | ٧ |
8 Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky:
| لِيَلْعَنْهُ لَاعِنُو ٱلْيَوْمِ ٱلْمُسْتَعِدُّونَ لِإِيقَاظِ ٱلتِّنِّينِ. | ٨ |
9 Darkened be the stars of its twilight, —Let it wait for light, and there be none, neither let it see the eyelashes of the dawn:
| لِتُظْلِمْ نُجُومُ عِشَائِهِ. لِيَنْتَظِرِ ٱلنُّورَ وَلَا يَكُنْ، وَلَا يَرَ هُدُبَ ٱلصُّبْحِ، | ٩ |
10 Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes.
| لِأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ أَبْوَابَ بَطْنِ أُمِّي، وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ ٱلشَّقَاوَةَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ. | ١٠ |
11 Wherefore, in the womb, did I not die? From the womb, come forth and cease to breathe?
| لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ مِنَ ٱلرَّحِمِ؟ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنَ ٱلْبَطْنِ، لِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ ٱلرُّوحَ؟ | ١١ |
12 For what reason, were there prepared for me—knees? and why—breasts, that I might suck?
| لِمَاذَا أَعَانَتْنِي ٱلرُّكَبُ، وَلِمَ ٱلثُّدِيُّ حَتَّى أَرْضَعَ؟ | ١٢ |
13 Surely, at once, had I lain down, and been quiet, I had fallen asleep, then, had I been at rest:
| لِأَنِّي قَدْ كُنْتُ ٱلْآنَ مُضْطَجِعًا سَاكِنًا. حِينَئِذٍ كُنْتُ نِمْتُ مُسْتَرِيحًا | ١٣ |
14 With kings, and counselors of the earth, who had built them pyramids:
| مَعَ مُلُوكٍ وَمُشِيرِي ٱلْأَرْضِ، ٱلَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَامًا لِأَنْفُسِهِمْ، | ١٤ |
15 Or with rulers possessing, gold, —Who had filled their houses with silver:
| أَوْ مَعَ رُؤَسَاءَ لَهُمْ ذَهَبٌ، ٱلْمَالِئِينَ بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً، | ١٥ |
16 Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:
| أَوْ كَسِقْطٍ مَطْمُورٍ فَلَمْ أَكُنْ، كَأَجِنَّةٍ لَمْ يَرَوْا نُورًا. | ١٦ |
17 There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest:
| هُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ ٱلْمُنَافِقُونَ عَنِ ٱلشَّغْبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَسْتَرِيحُ ٱلْمُتْعَبُونَ. | ١٧ |
18 At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver:
| ٱلْأَسْرَى يَطْمَئِنُّونَ جَمِيعًا، لَا يَسْمَعُونَ صَوْتَ ٱلْمُسَخِّرِ. | ١٨ |
19 Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master.
| ٱلصَّغِيرُ كَمَا ٱلْكَبِيرُ هُنَاكَ، وَٱلْعَبْدُ حُرٌّ مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ. | ١٩ |
20 Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul?—
| «لِمَ يُعْطَى لِشَقِيٍّ نُورٌ، وَحَيَاةٌ لِمُرِّي ٱلنَّفْسِ؟ | ٢٠ |
21 Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures:
| ٱلَّذِينَ يَنْتَظِرُونَ ٱلْمَوْتَ وَلَيْسَ هُوَ، وَيَحْفُرُونَ عَلَيْهِ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ ٱلْكُنُوزِ، | ٢١ |
22 Who rejoice unto exultation, Are glad, when they can find the grave:
| ٱلْمَسْرُورِينَ إِلَى أَنْ يَبْتَهِجُوا، ٱلْفَرِحِينَ عِنْدَمَا يَجِدُونَ قَبْرًا! | ٢٢ |
23 To a man, whose way is concealed, And GOD hath straitly enclosed him?
| لِرَجُلٍ قَدْ خَفِيَ عَلَيْهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَقَدْ سَيَّجَ ٱللهُ حَوْلَهُ. | ٢٣ |
24 For, in the face of my food, my sighing, cometh in, and, poured out like the water, are my groans:
| لِأَنَّهُ مِثْلَ خُبْزِي يَأْتِي أَنِينِي، وَمِثْلَ ٱلْمِيَاهِ تَنْسَكِبُ زَفْرَتِي، | ٢٤ |
25 For, a dread, I dreaded, and it hath come upon me, and, that from which I shrank, hath overtaken me.
| لِأَنِّي ٱرْتِعَابًا ٱرْتَعَبْتُ فَأَتَانِي، وَٱلَّذِي فَزِعْتُ مِنْهُ جَاءَ عَلَيَّ. | ٢٥ |
26 I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, —when there came—consternation!
| لَمْ أَطْمَئِنَّ وَلَمْ أَسْكُنْ وَلَمْ أَسْتَرِحْ، وَقَدْ جَاءَ ٱلرُّجْزُ». | ٢٦ |
