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 أَمَّا الآنَ فَقَدْ هَزَأَ بِي مَنْ هُمْ أَصْغَرُ مِنِّي سِنّاً، مَنْ كُنْتُ آنَفُ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلابِ غَنَمِي.

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

٢ إِذْ مَا جَدْوَى قُوَّةِ أَيْدِيهِمْ لِي بَعْدَ أَنْ أُصِيبَتْ بِعَجْزٍ؟

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

٣ يَهِيمُونَ هُزَالَى جِيَاعاً، يَنْبِشُونَ الْيَابِسَةَ الْخَرِبَةَ الْمَهْجُورَةَ.

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

٤ يَلْتَقِطُونَ الْخُبَّيْزَةَ بَيْنَ الْعُلَّيْقِ، وَخُبْزُهُمْ عُرُوقُ الرَّتَمِ.

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

٥ يُطْرَدُونَ مِنْ بَيْنِ النَّاسِ، وَيَصْرُخُونَ خَلْفَهُمْ كَمَا يَصْرُخُونَ عَلَى لِصٍّ.

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

٦ يُقِيمُونَ فِي كُهُوفِ الْوِدْيَانِ الْجَافَّةِ، بَيْنَ الصُّخُورِ وَفِي ثُقُوبِ الأَرْضِ.

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

٧ يَنْهَقُونَ بَيْنَ الْعُلَّيْقِ، وَيرْبِضُونَ تَحْتَ الْعَوْسَجِ.

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

٨ هُمْ حَمْقَى، أَبْنَاءُ قَوْمٍ خَامِلِينَ مَنْبُوذِينَ مِنَ الأَرْضِ.

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

٩ أَمَّا الآنَ فَقَدْ أَصْبَحْتُ مَثَارَ سُخْرِيَةٍ لَهُمْ وَمَثَلاً يَتَنَدَّرُونَ بِهِ

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

١٠ يَشْمَئِزُّونَ مِنِّي وَيَتَجَافَوْنَنِي، لَا يَتَوَانَوْنَ عَنِ الْبَصْقِ فِي وَجْهِي!

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

١١ لأَنَّ اللهَ قَدْ أَرْخَى وَتَرَ قَوْسِي وَأَذَلَّنِي، انْقَلَبُوا ضِدِّي بِكُلِّ قُوَّتِهِمْ.

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 قَامَ صِغَارُهُمْ عَنْ يَمِينِي يُزِلُّونَ قَدَمِي وَيُمَهِّدُونَ سُبُلَ دَمَارِي.

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

١٣ سَدُّوا عَلَيَّ مَنْفَذَ مَهْرَبِي، وَتَضَافَرُوا عَلَى هَلاكِي، مِنْ غَيْرِ أَنْ يَكُونَ لِي مُعِينٌ.

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

١٤ وَكَأَنَّمَا مِنْ ثُغْرَةٍ وَاسِعَةٍ تَدَافَعُوا نَحْوِي، وَانْدَفَعُوا هَاجِمِينَ بَيْنَ الرَّدْمِ.

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 طَغَتْ عَلَيَّ الأَهْوَالُ، فَتَطَايَرَتْ كَرَامَتِي كَوَرَقَةٍ أَمَامَ الرِّيحِ، وَمَضَى رَغْدِي كَالسَّحَابِ.

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

١٦ وَالآنَ تَهَافَتَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ وَتَنَاهَبَتْنِي أَيَّامُ بُؤْسِي.

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

١٧ يَنْخَرُ اللَّيْلُ عِظَامِي، وَآلامِي الضَّارِيَةُ لَا تَهْجَعُ.

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

١٨ تَشُدُّ بِعُنْفٍ لِبَاسِي وَتَحْزِمُنِي مِثْلَ طَوْقِ عَبَاءَتِي.

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

١٩ قَدْ طَرَحَنِي اللهُ فِي الْحَمْأَةِ فَأَشْبَهْتُ التُّرَابَ وَالرَّمَادَ.

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

٢٠ أَسْتَغِيثُ بِكَ فَلا تَسْتَجِيبُ، وَأَقِفُ أَمَامَكَ فَلا تَأْبَهُ بِي.

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

٢١ أَصْبَحْتَ لِي عَدُوّاً قَاسِياً، وَبِقُدْرَةِ ذِرَاعِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي.

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

٢٢ خَطَفْتَنِي وَأَرْكَبْتَنِي عَلَى الرِّيحِ، تُذِيبُنِي فِي زَئِيرِ الْعَاصِفَةِ.

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

٢٣ فَأَيْقَنْتُ أَنَّكَ تَسُوقُنِي إِلَى الْمَوْتِ، وَإِلَى دَارِ 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، أَلا يَمُدُّ إِنْسَانٌ يَدَهُ مِنْ تَحْتِ الأَنْقَاضِ؟ أَوَ لَا يَسْتَغِيثُ فِي بَلِيَّتِهِ؟

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

٢٥ أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ قَسَى عَلَيْهِ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَحْزَنْ نَفْسِي لِلْمِسْكِينِ؟

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

٢٦ وَلَكِنْ حِينَ تَرَقَّبْتُ الْخَيْرَ أَقْبَلَ الشَّرُّ، وَحِينَ تَوَقَّعْتُ النُّورَ هَجَمَ الظَّلامُ.

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

٢٧ قَلْبِي يَغْلِي وَلَنْ يَهْدَأَ، وَأَيَّامُ الْبَلِيَّةِ غَشِيَتْنِي.

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

٢٨ فَأَمْضِي نَائِحاً لَكِنْ مِنْ غَيْرِ عَزَاءٍ. أَقِفُ بَيْنَ النَّاسِ أَطْلُبُ الْعَوْنَ.

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

٢٩ صِرْتُ أَخاً لِبَنَاتِ آوَى، وَرَفِيقاً لِلنَّعَامِ.

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

٣٠ اسْوَدَّ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَتَقَشَّرَ، وَاحْتَرَقَتْ عِظَامِي مِنَ الْحُمَّى

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

٣١ صَارَتْ قِيثَارَتِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ النَّادِبِينَ.