अय्यूब 16
Then responded Job, and said: —
I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all!
Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?
4 ४ यदि तुम्हारी दशा मेरी सी होती, तो मैं भी तुम्हारी सी बातें कर सकता; मैं भी तुम्हारे विरुद्ध बातें जोड़ सकता, और तुम्हारे विरुद्ध सिर हिला सकता।
I also, like you, could speak, —If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head.
I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you.
Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, —And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?
But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family;
8 ८ और उसने जो मेरे शरीर को सूखा डाला है, वह मेरे विरुद्ध साक्षी ठहरा है, और मेरा दुबलापन मेरे विरुद्ध खड़ा होकर मेरे सामने साक्षी देता है।
And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth.
9 ९ उसने क्रोध में आकर मुझ को फाड़ा और मेरे पीछे पड़ा है; वह मेरे विरुद्ध दाँत पीसता; और मेरा बैरी मुझ को आँखें दिखाता है।
His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me.
10 १० अब लोग मुझ पर मुँह पसारते हैं, और मेरी नामधराई करके मेरे गाल पर थप्पड़ मारते, और मेरे विरुद्ध भीड़ लगाते हैं।
They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.
GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.
12 १२ मैं सुख से रहता था, और उसने मुझे चूर चूरकर डाला; उसने मेरी गर्दन पकड़कर मुझे टुकड़े-टुकड़े कर दिया; फिर उसने मुझे अपना निशाना बनाकर खड़ा किया है।
At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark:
13 १३ उसके तीर मेरे चारों ओर उड़ रहे हैं, वह निर्दय होकर मेरे गुर्दों को बेधता है, और मेरा पित्त भूमि पर बहाता है।
His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:
He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.
Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled—in the dust—my horn:
My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: —
Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was pure.
O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.
Even now, lo! in the heavens, is my witness,
And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: —
That one might plead, for a man, with GOD, —Even a son of man, for his friend!
22 २२ क्योंकि थोड़े ही वर्षों के बीतने पर मैं उस मार्ग से चला जाऊँगा, जिससे मैं फिर वापिस न लौटूँगा।
When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.
