Job 30
1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
| أَمَّا الآنَ فَقَدْ هَزَأَ بِي مَنْ هُمْ أَصْغَرُ مِنِّي سِنّاً، مَنْ كُنْتُ آنَفُ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلابِ غَنَمِي. | ١ |
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
| إِذْ مَا جَدْوَى قُوَّةِ أَيْدِيهِمْ لِي بَعْدَ أَنْ أُصِيبَتْ بِعَجْزٍ؟ | ٢ |
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
| يَهِيمُونَ هُزَالَى جِيَاعاً، يَنْبِشُونَ الْيَابِسَةَ الْخَرِبَةَ الْمَهْجُورَةَ. | ٣ |
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
| يَلْتَقِطُونَ الْخُبَّيْزَةَ بَيْنَ الْعُلَّيْقِ، وَخُبْزُهُمْ عُرُوقُ الرَّتَمِ. | ٤ |
5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
| يُطْرَدُونَ مِنْ بَيْنِ النَّاسِ، وَيَصْرُخُونَ خَلْفَهُمْ كَمَا يَصْرُخُونَ عَلَى لِصٍّ. | ٥ |
6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
| يُقِيمُونَ فِي كُهُوفِ الْوِدْيَانِ الْجَافَّةِ، بَيْنَ الصُّخُورِ وَفِي ثُقُوبِ الأَرْضِ. | ٦ |
7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
| يَنْهَقُونَ بَيْنَ الْعُلَّيْقِ، وَيرْبِضُونَ تَحْتَ الْعَوْسَجِ. | ٧ |
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
| هُمْ حَمْقَى، أَبْنَاءُ قَوْمٍ خَامِلِينَ مَنْبُوذِينَ مِنَ الأَرْضِ. | ٨ |
9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
| أَمَّا الآنَ فَقَدْ أَصْبَحْتُ مَثَارَ سُخْرِيَةٍ لَهُمْ وَمَثَلاً يَتَنَدَّرُونَ بِهِ | ٩ |
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
| يَشْمَئِزُّونَ مِنِّي وَيَتَجَافَوْنَنِي، لَا يَتَوَانَوْنَ عَنِ الْبَصْقِ فِي وَجْهِي! | ١٠ |
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
| لأَنَّ اللهَ قَدْ أَرْخَى وَتَرَ قَوْسِي وَأَذَلَّنِي، انْقَلَبُوا ضِدِّي بِكُلِّ قُوَّتِهِمْ. | ١١ |
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
| قَامَ صِغَارُهُمْ عَنْ يَمِينِي يُزِلُّونَ قَدَمِي وَيُمَهِّدُونَ سُبُلَ دَمَارِي. | ١٢ |
13 They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
| سَدُّوا عَلَيَّ مَنْفَذَ مَهْرَبِي، وَتَضَافَرُوا عَلَى هَلاكِي، مِنْ غَيْرِ أَنْ يَكُونَ لِي مُعِينٌ. | ١٣ |
14 As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
| وَكَأَنَّمَا مِنْ ثُغْرَةٍ وَاسِعَةٍ تَدَافَعُوا نَحْوِي، وَانْدَفَعُوا هَاجِمِينَ بَيْنَ الرَّدْمِ. | ١٤ |
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
| طَغَتْ عَلَيَّ الأَهْوَالُ، فَتَطَايَرَتْ كَرَامَتِي كَوَرَقَةٍ أَمَامَ الرِّيحِ، وَمَضَى رَغْدِي كَالسَّحَابِ. | ١٥ |
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
| وَالآنَ تَهَافَتَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ وَتَنَاهَبَتْنِي أَيَّامُ بُؤْسِي. | ١٦ |
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
| يَنْخَرُ اللَّيْلُ عِظَامِي، وَآلامِي الضَّارِيَةُ لَا تَهْجَعُ. | ١٧ |
18 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
| تَشُدُّ بِعُنْفٍ لِبَاسِي وَتَحْزِمُنِي مِثْلَ طَوْقِ عَبَاءَتِي. | ١٨ |
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
| قَدْ طَرَحَنِي اللهُ فِي الْحَمْأَةِ فَأَشْبَهْتُ التُّرَابَ وَالرَّمَادَ. | ١٩ |
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
| أَسْتَغِيثُ بِكَ فَلا تَسْتَجِيبُ، وَأَقِفُ أَمَامَكَ فَلا تَأْبَهُ بِي. | ٢٠ |
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
| أَصْبَحْتَ لِي عَدُوّاً قَاسِياً، وَبِقُدْرَةِ ذِرَاعِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي. | ٢١ |
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
| خَطَفْتَنِي وَأَرْكَبْتَنِي عَلَى الرِّيحِ، تُذِيبُنِي فِي زَئِيرِ الْعَاصِفَةِ. | ٢٢ |
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
| فَأَيْقَنْتُ أَنَّكَ تَسُوقُنِي إِلَى الْمَوْتِ، وَإِلَى دَارِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ. | ٢٣ |
24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
| وَلَكِنْ، أَلا يَمُدُّ إِنْسَانٌ يَدَهُ مِنْ تَحْتِ الأَنْقَاضِ؟ أَوَ لَا يَسْتَغِيثُ فِي بَلِيَّتِهِ؟ | ٢٤ |
25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
| أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ قَسَى عَلَيْهِ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَحْزَنْ نَفْسِي لِلْمِسْكِينِ؟ | ٢٥ |
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
| وَلَكِنْ حِينَ تَرَقَّبْتُ الْخَيْرَ أَقْبَلَ الشَّرُّ، وَحِينَ تَوَقَّعْتُ النُّورَ هَجَمَ الظَّلامُ. | ٢٦ |
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
| قَلْبِي يَغْلِي وَلَنْ يَهْدَأَ، وَأَيَّامُ الْبَلِيَّةِ غَشِيَتْنِي. | ٢٧ |
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
| فَأَمْضِي نَائِحاً لَكِنْ مِنْ غَيْرِ عَزَاءٍ. أَقِفُ بَيْنَ النَّاسِ أَطْلُبُ الْعَوْنَ. | ٢٨ |
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
| صِرْتُ أَخاً لِبَنَاتِ آوَى، وَرَفِيقاً لِلنَّعَامِ. | ٢٩ |
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
| اسْوَدَّ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَتَقَشَّرَ، وَاحْتَرَقَتْ عِظَامِي مِنَ الْحُمَّى | ٣٠ |
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
| صَارَتْ قِيثَارَتِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ النَّادِبِينَ. | ٣١ |
