Job 27

1 Job resumed speaking and he said,

١ وَاسْتَطْرَدَ أَيُّوبُ يَضْرِبُ مَثَلَهُ قَائِلاً:

2 “As surely as God lives, who has taken away my justice, the Almighty, who made my life bitter,

٢ «حَيٌّ هُوَ اللهُ الَّذِي نَزَعَ حَقِّي، وَالْقَدِيرُ الَّذِي أَمَرَّ حَيَاتِي،

3 while my life is yet in me, and the breath from God is in my nostrils, this is what I will do.

٣ وَلَكِنْ مَادَامَتْ نَسَمَتِي فِيَّ، وَنَفْخَةُ اللهِ فِي أَنْفِي،

4 My lips will not speak wickedness, neither will my tongue speak deceit;

٤ فَإِنَّ شَفَتَيَّ لَنْ تَنْطِقَا بِالسُّوءِ، وَلِسَانِي لَنْ يَتَلَفَّظَ بِالْغِشِّ.

5 I will never admit that you three are right; until I die I will never deny my integrity.

٥ حَاشَا لِي أَنْ أُقِرَّ بِصَوَابِ أَقْوَالِكُمْ، وَلَنْ أَتَخَلَّى عَنْ كَمَالِي حَتَّى الْمَوْتِ.

6 I hold fast to my righteousness and will not let it go; my thoughts will not reproach me so long as I live.

٦ أَتَشَبَّثُ بِبِرِّي وَلَنْ أَرْخِيَهُ، لأَنَّ ضَمِيرِي لَا يُؤَنِّبُنِي عَلَى يَوْمٍ مِنْ أَيَّامِي.

7 Let my enemy be like a wicked man; let him who rises up against me be like an unrighteous man.

٧ لِيَكُنْ عَدُوِّي نَظِيرَ الشِّرِّيرِ، وَمُقَاوِمِي كَالْفَاجِرِ،

8 For what is the hope of a godless man when God cuts him off, when God takes away his life?

٨ إِذْ مَا هُوَ رَجَاءُ الْفَاجِرِ عِنْدَمَا يَسْتَأْصِلُهُ اللهُ وَيُزْهِقُ أَنْفَاسَهُ؟

9 Will God hear his cry when trouble comes upon him?

٩ هَلْ يَسْتَمِعُ اللهُ إِلَى صَرْخَتِهِ إِذَا حَلَّ بِهِ ضِيقٌ؟

10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty and call upon God at all times?

١٠ هَلْ يُسَرُّ بِالْقَدِيرِ وَيَسْتَغِيثُ بِهِ فِي كُلِّ الأَزْمِنَةِ؟

11 I will teach you concerning the hand of God; I will not conceal the thoughts of the Almighty.

١١ إِنِّي أُعَلِّمُكُمْ عَنْ قُوَّةِ اللهِ، وَلا أَكْتُمُ عَنْكُمْ مَا لَدَى الْقَدِيرِ.

12 See, all of you have seen this yourselves; why then have you spoken all this nonsense?

١٢ فَأَنْتُمْ جَمِيعاً قَدْ عَايَنْتُمْ ذَلِكَ بِأَنْفُسِكُمْ، فَمَا بَالُكُمْ تَنْطِقُونَ بِالْبَاطِلِ قَائِلِينَ:

13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of the oppressor that he receives from the Almighty:

١٣ هَذَا هُوَ نَصِيبُ الشِّرِّيرِ عِنْدَ اللهِ وَالْمِيرَاثُ الَّذِي يَنَالُهُ الظَّالِمُ مِنَ الْقَدِيرِ.

14 If his children multiply, it is for the sword; his offspring will never have enough food.

١٤ إِنْ تَكَاثَرَ بَنُوهُ فَلِيَكُونُوا طَعَاماً لِلسَّيْفِ، وَنَسْلُهُ لَا يَشْبَعُ خُبْزاً.

15 Those who survive him will be buried by plague, and their widows will make no lament for them.

١٥ ذُرِّيَّتُهُ تَمُوتُ بِالْوَبَأِ، وَأَرَامِلُهُمْ لَا تَنُوحُ عَلَيْهِمْ.

16 Though the wicked man heaps up silver like the dust, and heaps up clothing like clay,

١٦ إِنْ جَمَعَ فِضَّتَهُ كَأَكْوَامِ التُّرَابِ، وَكَوَّمَ مَلابِسَ كَالطِّينِ،

17 he may heap up clothing, but righteous people will put it on, and innocent people will divide up the silver among themselves.

١٧ فَإِنَّ مَا يُعِدُّهُ مِنْ ثِيَابٍ يَرْتَدِيهِ الصِّدِّيقُ، وَالْبَرِيءُ يُوَزِّعُ الْفِضَّةَ.

18 He builds his house like a spider, like a hut that a guard makes.

١٨ يَبْنِي بَيْتَهُ كَبَيْتِ الْعَنْكَبُوتِ، أَوْ كَمَظَلَّةٍ صَنَعَهَا حَارِسُ الْكُرُومِ.

19 He lies down in bed rich, but he will not keep doing so; he opens his eyes, and everything is gone.

١٩ يَضْطَجِعُ غَنِيًّا وَيَسْتَيْقِظُ مُعْدَماً. يَفْتَحُ عَيْنَيْهِ وَإذَا بِثَرْوَتِهِ قَدْ تَلاشَتْ.

20 Terrors overtake him like waters; a storm takes him away in the night.

٢٠ يَطْغَى عَلَيْهِ رُعْبٌ كَفَيَضَانٍ، وَتَخْطِفُهُ فِي اللَّيْلِ زَوْبَعَةٌ.

21 The east wind carries him away, and he leaves; it sweeps him out of his place.

٢١ تُطَوِّحُ بِهِ الرِّيحُ الشَّرْقِيَّةُ فَيَخْتَفِي وَتَقْتَلِعُهُ مِنْ مَكَانِهِ.

22 It throws itself at him and does not stop; he tries to flee out of its hand.

٢٢ تُطْبِقُ عَلَيْهِ مِنْ غَيْرِ رَحْمَةٍ وَهُوَ هَارِبٌ مِنْ وَجْهِ عُنْفُوانِهَا.

23 It claps its hands at him in mockery; it hisses him out of his place.

٢٣ تُصَفِّرُ الرِّيحُ عَلَيْهِ، وَتُرْعِبُهُ بِقُوَّتِهَا الْمُدَمِّرَةِ.