Job 16
1 Then Job answered,
| فَقَالَ أَيُّوبُ: | ١ |
2 “I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!
| «قَدْ سَمِعْتُ كَثِيراً مِثْلَ هَذَا الْكَلامِ وَأَنْتُمْ كُلُّكُمْ مُعَزُّونَ مُتْعِبُونَ. | ٢ |
3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
| أَمَا لِهَذَا اللَّغْوِ مِنْ نِهَايَةٍ؟ وَمَا الَّذِي يُثِيرُكَ حَتَّى تَرُدَّ عَلَيَّ؟ | ٣ |
4 I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
| فِي وُسْعِي أَنْ أَتَكَلَّمَ مِثْلَكُمْ لَوْ كُنْتُمْ مَكَانِي، وَأُلْقِيَ عَلَيْكُمْ أَقْوَالَ مَلامَةٍ، وَأَهُزَّ رَأْسِي فِي وُجُوهِكُمْ، | ٤ |
5 but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
| بَلْ كُنْتُ أُشَجِّعُكُمْ بِنَصَائِحِي، وَأُشَدِّدُكُمْ بِتَعْزِيَاتِي. | ٥ |
6 “Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
| إِنْ تَكَلَّمْتُ لَا تُمْحَى كَآبَتِي، وَإِنْ صَمَتُّ، فَمَاذَا يُخَفِّفُ الصَّمْتُ عَنِّي؟ | ٦ |
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate.
| إِنَّ اللهَ قَدْ مَزَّقَنِي حَقّاً وَأَهْلَكَ كُلَّ قَوْمِي. | ٧ |
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
| لَقَدْ كَبَّلْتَنِي فَصَارَ ذَلِكَ شَاهِداً عَلَيَّ، وَقَامَ هُزَالِي لِيَشْهَدَ ضِدِّي. | ٨ |
9 He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
| مَزَّقَنِي غَضَبُهُ، وَاضْطَهَدَنِي. حَرَّقَ عَلَيَّ أَسْنَانَهُ. طَعَنَنِي عَدُوِّي بِنَظْرَاتِهِ الْحَادَّةِ. | ٩ |
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
| فَغَرَ النَّاسُ أَفْوَاهَهُمْ عَلَيَّ، لَطَمُونِي تَعْيِيراً عَلَى خَدِّي، وَتَضَافَرُوا عَلَيَّ جَمِيعاً. | ١٠ |
11 God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
| أَسْلَمَنِي اللهُ إِلَى الظَّالِمِ، وَطَرَحَنِي فِي يَدِ الأَشْرَارِ. | ١١ |
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
| كُنْتُ مُطْمَئِنّاً مُسْتَقِرّاً، فَزَعْزَعَنِي الرَّبُّ وَقَبَضَ عَلَيَّ مِنْ عُنُقِي، وَحَطَّمَنِي وَنَصَبَنِي لَهُ هَدَفاً. | ١٢ |
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.
| حَاصَرَنِي رُمَاتُهُ وَشَقَّ كُلْيَتَيَّ مِنْ غَيْرِ رَحْمَةٍ، أَهْرَقَ مَرَارَتِي عَلَى الأَرْضِ. | ١٣ |
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant.
| اقْتَحَمَنِي مَرَّةً تِلْوَ مَرَّةٍ، وَهَاجَمَنِي كَجَبَّارٍ. | ١٤ |
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
| خِطْتُ مِسْحاً عَلَى جِلْدِي، وَمَرَّغْتُ عِزِّي فِي التُّرَابِ. | ١٥ |
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
| احْمَرَّ وَجْهِي مِنَ الْبُكَاءِ، وَغَشِيَتْ ظِلالُ الْمَوْتِ أَهْدَابِي، | ١٦ |
17 although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
| مَعَ أَنَّنِي لَمْ أَقْتَرِفْ ظُلْماً، وَصَلاتِي مُخْلِصَةٌ. | ١٧ |
18 “Earth, don’t cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
| يَا أَرْضُ لَا تَسْتُرِي دَمِي، وَلا يَكُنْ لِصُرَاخِي قَرَارٌ. | ١٨ |
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
| هُوَذَا الآنَ شَاهِدِي فِي السَّمَاءِ، وَكَفِيلِي فِي الأَعَالِي | ١٩ |
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
| أَمَّا أَصْحَابِي فَهُمُ السَّاخِرُونَ بِي، لِذَلِكَ تَفِيضُ دُمُوعِي أَمَامَ اللهِ، | ٢٠ |
21 that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!
| لَكَمْ أَحْتَاجُ لِمَنْ يُدَافِعُ عَنِّي أَمَامَ اللهِ، كَمَا يُدَافِعُ إِنْسَانٌ عَنْ صَدِيقِهِ. | ٢١ |
22 For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.
| إِذْ مَا إِنْ تَنْقَضِي سَنَوَاتُ عُمْرِي الْقَلِيلَةُ حَتَّى أَمْضِيَ فِي طَرِيقٍ لَا أَعُودُ مِنْهَا. | ٢٢ |
