अय्यूब 16
Then Job answered,
“I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!
Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
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 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,
but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate.
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।
You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
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।
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.
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 on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
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।
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.
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 surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.
He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
“Earth, don’t cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbour!
22 २२ क्योंकि थोड़े ही वर्षों के बीतने पर मैं उस मार्ग से चला जाऊँगा, जिससे मैं फिर वापिस न लौटूँगा।
For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.
