Job 10
1 “My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
| قَدْ كَرِهْتُ حَيَاتِي، لِهَذَا أُطْلِقُ الْعَنَانَ لِشَكْوَايَ، وَأَتَحَدَّثُ عَنْ أَشْجَانِي فِي مَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي، | ١ |
2 I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
| قَائِلاً لِلهِ: لَا تَسْتَذْنِبْنِي. فَهِّمْنِي لِمَاذَا تُخَاصِمُنِي؟ | ٢ |
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
| أَيَحْلُو لَكَ أَنْ تَظْلِمَ وَتَنْبِذَ عَمَلَ يَدِكَ، وَتُحَبِّذَ مَشُورَةَ الأَشْرَارِ؟ | ٣ |
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
| أَلَكَ عَيْنَا بَشَرٍ، أَمْ كَنَظَرِ الإِنْسَانِ تَنْظُرُ؟ | ٤ |
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
| هَلْ أَيَّامُكَ مِثْلُ أَيَّامِ الإِنْسَانِ، أَمْ سِنُوكَ فِي قِصَرِ سِنِيِ الْبَشَرِ، | ٥ |
6 that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
| حَتَّى تَبْحَثَ عَنْ إِثْمِي وَتُنَقِّبَ عَنْ خَطَايَايَ؟ | ٦ |
7 Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
| فَأَنْتَ عَالِمٌ أَنِّي لَسْتُ مُذْنِباً، وَأَنَّهُ لَا مُنْقِذَ مِنْ يَدِكَ. | ٧ |
8 “‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
| قَدْ كَوَّنَتْنِي يَدَاكَ وَصَنَعَتَانِي بِجُمْلَتِي، وَالآنَ الْتَفَتَّ إِلَيَّ لِتَسْحَقَنِي! | ٨ |
9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
| اذْكُرْ أَنَّكَ جَبَلْتَنِي مِنْ طِينٍ، أَتُرْجِعُنِي بَعْدُ إِلَى التُّرَابِ؟ | ٩ |
10 Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
| أَلَمْ تَصُبَّنِي كَاللَّبَنِ وَتُخَثِّرْنِي كَالْجُبْنِ؟ | ١٠ |
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
| كَسَوْتَنِي جِلْداً وَلَحْماً، فَنَسَجْتَنِي بِعِظَامٍ وَعَصَبٍ. | ١١ |
12 You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
| مَنَحْتَنِي حَيَاةً وَرَحْمَةً، وَحَفِظَتْ عِنَايَتُكَ رُوحِي. | ١٢ |
13 Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
| كَتَمْتَ هَذِهِ الأُمُورَ فِي قَلْبِكَ، إِلّا أَنِّي عَلِمْتُ أَنَّ هَذَا قَصْدُكَ. | ١٣ |
14 if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
| إِنْ أَخْطَأْتُ فَأَنْتَ تُرَاقِبُنِي، وَلا تُبْرِئُنِي مِنْ إِثْمِي. | ١٤ |
15 If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
| إِنْ أَذْنَبْتُ فَوَيْلٌ لِي. وَإِنْ كُنْتُ بَارّاً لَا أَرْفَعُ رَأْسِي، لأَنِّي مُمْتَلِئٌ هَوَاناً وَنَاظِرٌ مَذَلَّتِي، | ١٥ |
16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
| وَإِنْ شَمَخْتُ بِرَأْسِي تَقْتَنِصُنِي كَالأَسَدِ، ثُمَّ تَعُودُ فَتَصُولُ عَلَيَّ. | ١٦ |
17 You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
| تُجَدِّدُ شُهُودَكَ ضِدِّي، وَتُضْرِمُ غَضَبَكَ عَلَيَّ، وَتُؤَلِّبُ جُيُوشاً تَتَنَاوَبُ ضِدِّي. | ١٧ |
18 “‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
| لِمَاذَا أَخْرَجْتَنِي مِنَ الرَّحِمِ؟ أَلَمْ يَكُنْ خَيْراً لَوْ أَسْلَمْتُ الرُّوحَ وَلَمْ تَرَنِي عَيْنٌ؟ | ١٨ |
19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
| فَأَكُونُ كَأَنِّي لَمْ أَكُنْ فَأُنْقَلُ مِنَ الرَّحِمِ إِلَى الْقَبْرِ. | ١٩ |
20 Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
| أَلَيْسَتْ أَيَّامِي قَلِيلَةً؟ كُفَّ عَنِّي لَعَلِّي أَتَمَتَّعُ بِبَعْضِ الْبَهْجَةِ، | ٢٠ |
21 before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
| قَبْلَ أَنْ أَمْضِيَ إِلَى حَيْثُ لَا أَعُودُ، إِلَى أَرْضِ الظُّلْمَةِ وَظِلِّ الْمَوْتِ، | ٢١ |
22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”
| إِلَى أَرْضِ الظُّلْمَةِ الْمُتَكَاثِفَةِ وَالْفَوْضَى، حَيْثُ الإِشْرَاقُ فِيهَا كَاللَّيْلِ الْبَهِيمِ». | ٢٢ |
