अय्यूब 10
1 १ “मेरा प्राण जीवित रहने से उकताता है; मैं स्वतंत्रता पूर्वक कुड़कुड़ाऊँगा; और मैं अपने मन की कड़वाहट के मारे बातें करूँगा।
“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
3 ३ क्या तुझे अंधेर करना, और दुष्टों की युक्ति को सफल करके अपने हाथों के बनाए हुए को निकम्मा जानना भला लगता है?
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?
Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
Have not you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
15 १५ यदि मैं दुष्टता करूँ तो मुझ पर हाय! और यदि मैं धर्मी बनूँ तो भी मैं सिर न उठाऊँगा, क्योंकि मैं अपमान से भरा हुआ हूँ और अपने दुःख पर ध्यान रखता हूँ।
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.
16 १६ और चाहे सिर उठाऊँ तो भी तू सिंह के समान मेरा अहेर करता है, और फिर मेरे विरुद्ध आश्चर्यकर्मों को करता है।
If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
17 १७ तू मेरे सामने अपने नये-नये साक्षी ले आता है, और मुझ पर अपना क्रोध बढ़ाता है; और मुझ पर सेना पर सेना चढ़ाई करती है।
You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
“‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 २० क्या मेरे दिन थोड़े नहीं? मुझे छोड़ दे, और मेरी ओर से मुँह फेर ले, कि मेरा मन थोड़ा शान्त हो जाए
Are not my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21 २१ इससे पहले कि मैं वहाँ जाऊँ, जहाँ से फिर न लौटूँगा, अर्थात् घोर अंधकार के देश में, और मृत्यु की छाया में;
before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”
