Job 30

1 But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused—to set with the dogs of my flock.

١ «وَأَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَقَدْ ضَحِكَ عَلَيَّ أَصَاغِرِي أَيَّامًا، ٱلَّذِينَ كُنْتُ أَسْتَنْكِفُ مِنْ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلَابِ غَنَمِي.

2 Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost;

٢ قُوَّةُ أَيْدِيهِمْ أَيْضًا مَا هِيَ لِي. فِيهِمْ عَجِزَتِ ٱلشَّيْخُوخَةُ.

3 In want and hunger, they were lean, —who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

٣ فِي ٱلْعَوَزِ وَٱلْمَحْلِ مَهْزُولُونَ، عَارِقُونَ ٱلْيَابِسَةَ ٱلَّتِي هِيَ مُنْذُ أَمْسِ خَرَابٌ وَخَرِبَةٌ.

4 Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;

٤ ٱلَّذِينَ يَقْطِفُونَ ٱلْمَلَّاحَ عِنْدَ ٱلشِّيحِ، وَأُصُولُ ٱلرَّتَمِ خُبْزُهُمْ.

5 Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief;

٥ مِنَ ٱلْوَسَطِ يُطْرَدُونَ. يَصِيحُونَ عَلَيْهِمْ كَمَا عَلَى لِصٍّ.

6 In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;

٦ لِلسَّكَنِ فِي أَوْدِيَةٍ مُرْعِبَةٍ وَثُقَبِ ٱلتُّرَابِ وَٱلصُّخُورِ.

7 Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:

٧ بَيْنَ ٱلشِّيحِ يَنْهَقُونَ. تَحْتَ ٱلْعَوْسَجِ يَنْكَبُّونَ.

8 Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land.

٨ أَبْنَاءُ ٱلْحَمَاقَةِ، بَلْ أَبْنَاءُ أُنَاسٍ بِلَا ٱسْمٍ، سِيطُوا مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ.

9 But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword;

٩ «أَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَصِرْتُ أُغْنِيَتَهُمْ، وَأَصْبَحْتُ لَهُمْ مَثَلًا!

10 They abhor me—have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld—spittle!

١٠ يَكْرَهُونَنِي. يَبْتَعِدُونَ عَنِّي، وَأَمَامَ وَجْهِي لَمْ يُمْسِكُوا عَنِ ٱلْبَصْقِ.

11 Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle—in my presence, cast they off;

١١ لِأَنَّهُ أَطْلَقَ ٱلْعِنَانَ وَقَهَرَنِي، فَنَزَعُوا ٱلزِّمَامَ قُدَّامِي.

12 On my right hand, the young brood rose up, —My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;

١٢ عَنِ ٱلْيَمِينِ ٱلْفُرُوخُ يَقُومُونَ يُزِيحُونَ رِجْلِي، وَيُعِدُّونَ عَلَيَّ طُرُقَهُمْ لِلْبَوَارِ.

13 They brake up my path, —My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided;

١٣ أَفْسَدُوا سُبُلِي. أَعَانُوا عَلَى سُقُوطِي. لَا مُسَاعِدَ عَلَيْهِمْ.

14 As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.

١٤ يَأْتُونَ كَصَدْعٍ عَرِيضٍ. تَحْتَ ٱلْهَدَّةِ يَتَدَحْرَجُونَ.

15 There are turned upon me terrors, —Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.

١٥ اِنْقَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَهْوَالٌ. طَرَدَتْ كَٱلرِّيحِ نِعْمَتِي، فَعَبَرَتْ كَٱلسَّحَابِ سَعَادَتِي.

16 Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction:

١٦ «فَٱلْآنَ ٱنْهَالَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ، وَأَخَذَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ.

17 Night, boreth, my bones, all over me, —and, my sinews, find no rest;

١٧ ٱللَّيْلَ يَنْخَرُ عِظَامِي فِيَّ، وَعَارِقِيَّ لَا تَهْجَعُ.

18 Most effectually, is my skin disfigured, —Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about:

١٨ بِكَثْرَةِ ٱلشِّدَّةِ تَنَكَّرَ لِبْسِي. مِثْلَ جَيْبِ قَمِيصِي حَزَمَتْنِي.

19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

١٩ قَدْ طَرَحَنِي فِي ٱلْوَحْلِ، فَأَشْبَهْتُ ٱلتُّرَابَ وَٱلرَّمَادَ.

20 I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;

٢٠ إِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ فَمَا تَسْتَجِيبُ لِي. أَقُومُ فَمَا تَنْتَبِهُ إِلَيَّ.

21 Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;

٢١ تَحَوَّلْتَ إِلَى جَافٍ مِنْ نَحْوِي. بِقُدْرَةِ يَدِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي.

22 Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint;

٢٢ حَمَلْتَنِي، أَرْكَبْتَنِي ٱلرِّيحَ وَذَوَّبْتَنِي تَشَوُّهًا.

23 For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one living.

٢٣ لِأَنِّي أَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ إِلَى ٱلْمَوْتِ تُعِيدُنِي، وَإِلَى بَيْتِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ.

24 Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity—for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.

٢٤ وَلَكِنْ فِي ٱلْخَرَابِ أَلَا يَمُدُّ يَدًا؟ فِي ٱلْبَلِيَّةِ أَلَا يَسْتَغِيثُ عَلَيْهَا؟

25 Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.

٢٥ «أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ عَسَرَ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَكْتَئِبْ نَفْسِي عَلَى ٱلْمِسْكِينِ؟

26 Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;

٢٦ حِينَمَا تَرَجَّيْتُ ٱلْخَيْرَ جَاءَ ٱلشَّرُّ، وَٱنْتَظَرْتُ ٱلنُّورَ فَجَاءَ ٱلدُّجَى.

27 I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me—days of affliction;

٢٧ أَمْعَائِي تَغْلِي وَلَا تَكُفُّ. تَقَدَّمَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ.

28 In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose—in the convocation, I cried out for help;

٢٨ اِسْوَدَدْتُ لَكِنْ بِلَا شَمْسٍ. قُمْتُ فِي ٱلْجَمَاعَةِ أَصْرُخُ.

29 A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:

٢٩ صِرْتُ أَخًا لِلذِّئَابِ، وَصَاحِبًا لِرِئَالِ ٱلنَّعَامِ.

30 My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:

٣٠ حَرِشَ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَعِظَامِي ٱحْتَرَّتْ مِنَ ٱلْحَرَارَةِ فِيَّ.

31 Thus is attuned to mourning—my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.

٣١ صَارَ عُودِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ ٱلْبَاكِينَ.