Job 27
1 Job again took up his parable, and said,
| وَاسْتَطْرَدَ أَيُّوبُ يَضْرِبُ مَثَلَهُ قَائِلاً: | ١ |
2 “As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter
| «حَيٌّ هُوَ اللهُ الَّذِي نَزَعَ حَقِّي، وَالْقَدِيرُ الَّذِي أَمَرَّ حَيَاتِي، | ٢ |
3 (for the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);
| وَلَكِنْ مَادَامَتْ نَسَمَتِي فِيَّ، وَنَفْخَةُ اللهِ فِي أَنْفِي، | ٣ |
4 surely my lips will not speak unrighteousness, neither will my tongue utter deceit.
| فَإِنَّ شَفَتَيَّ لَنْ تَنْطِقَا بِالسُّوءِ، وَلِسَانِي لَنْ يَتَلَفَّظَ بِالْغِشِّ. | ٤ |
5 Far be it from me that I should justify you. Until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
| حَاشَا لِي أَنْ أُقِرَّ بِصَوَابِ أَقْوَالِكُمْ، وَلَنْ أَتَخَلَّى عَنْ كَمَالِي حَتَّى الْمَوْتِ. | ٥ |
6 I hold fast to my righteousness, and will not let it go. My heart will not reproach me so long as I live.
| أَتَشَبَّثُ بِبِرِّي وَلَنْ أَرْخِيَهُ، لأَنَّ ضَمِيرِي لَا يُؤَنِّبُنِي عَلَى يَوْمٍ مِنْ أَيَّامِي. | ٦ |
7 “Let my enemy be as the wicked. Let him who rises up against me be as the unrighteous.
| لِيَكُنْ عَدُوِّي نَظِيرَ الشِّرِّيرِ، وَمُقَاوِمِي كَالْفَاجِرِ، | ٧ |
8 For what is the hope of the godless, when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
| إِذْ مَا هُوَ رَجَاءُ الْفَاجِرِ عِنْدَمَا يَسْتَأْصِلُهُ اللهُ وَيُزْهِقُ أَنْفَاسَهُ؟ | ٨ |
9 Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?
| هَلْ يَسْتَمِعُ اللهُ إِلَى صَرْخَتِهِ إِذَا حَلَّ بِهِ ضِيقٌ؟ | ٩ |
10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call on God at all times?
| هَلْ يُسَرُّ بِالْقَدِيرِ وَيَسْتَغِيثُ بِهِ فِي كُلِّ الأَزْمِنَةِ؟ | ١٠ |
11 I will teach you about the hand of God. I will not conceal that which is with the Almighty.
| إِنِّي أُعَلِّمُكُمْ عَنْ قُوَّةِ اللهِ، وَلا أَكْتُمُ عَنْكُمْ مَا لَدَى الْقَدِيرِ. | ١١ |
12 Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?
| فَأَنْتُمْ جَمِيعاً قَدْ عَايَنْتُمْ ذَلِكَ بِأَنْفُسِكُمْ، فَمَا بَالُكُمْ تَنْطِقُونَ بِالْبَاطِلِ قَائِلِينَ: | ١٢ |
13 “This is the portion of a wicked man with God, the heritage of oppressors, which they receive from the Almighty.
| هَذَا هُوَ نَصِيبُ الشِّرِّيرِ عِنْدَ اللهِ وَالْمِيرَاثُ الَّذِي يَنَالُهُ الظَّالِمُ مِنَ الْقَدِيرِ. | ١٣ |
14 If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring will not be satisfied with bread.
| إِنْ تَكَاثَرَ بَنُوهُ فَلِيَكُونُوا طَعَاماً لِلسَّيْفِ، وَنَسْلُهُ لَا يَشْبَعُ خُبْزاً. | ١٤ |
15 Those who remain of him will be buried in death. His widows will make no lamentation.
| ذُرِّيَّتُهُ تَمُوتُ بِالْوَبَأِ، وَأَرَامِلُهُمْ لَا تَنُوحُ عَلَيْهِمْ. | ١٥ |
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;
| إِنْ جَمَعَ فِضَّتَهُ كَأَكْوَامِ التُّرَابِ، وَكَوَّمَ مَلابِسَ كَالطِّينِ، | ١٦ |
17 he may prepare it, but the just will put it on, and the innocent will divide the silver.
| فَإِنَّ مَا يُعِدُّهُ مِنْ ثِيَابٍ يَرْتَدِيهِ الصِّدِّيقُ، وَالْبَرِيءُ يُوَزِّعُ الْفِضَّةَ. | ١٧ |
18 He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.
| يَبْنِي بَيْتَهُ كَبَيْتِ الْعَنْكَبُوتِ، أَوْ كَمَظَلَّةٍ صَنَعَهَا حَارِسُ الْكُرُومِ. | ١٨ |
19 He lies down rich, but he will not do so again. He opens his eyes, and he is not.
| يَضْطَجِعُ غَنِيًّا وَيَسْتَيْقِظُ مُعْدَماً. يَفْتَحُ عَيْنَيْهِ وَإذَا بِثَرْوَتِهِ قَدْ تَلاشَتْ. | ١٩ |
20 Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.
| يَطْغَى عَلَيْهِ رُعْبٌ كَفَيَضَانٍ، وَتَخْطِفُهُ فِي اللَّيْلِ زَوْبَعَةٌ. | ٢٠ |
21 The east wind carries him away, and he departs. It sweeps him out of his place.
| تُطَوِّحُ بِهِ الرِّيحُ الشَّرْقِيَّةُ فَيَخْتَفِي وَتَقْتَلِعُهُ مِنْ مَكَانِهِ. | ٢١ |
22 For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.
| تُطْبِقُ عَلَيْهِ مِنْ غَيْرِ رَحْمَةٍ وَهُوَ هَارِبٌ مِنْ وَجْهِ عُنْفُوانِهَا. | ٢٢ |
23 Men will clap their hands at him, and will hiss him out of his place.
| تُصَفِّرُ الرِّيحُ عَلَيْهِ، وَتُرْعِبُهُ بِقُوَّتِهَا الْمُدَمِّرَةِ. | ٢٣ |
