अय्यूब 19
Then Job answered,
“How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
3 ३ इन दसों बार तुम लोग मेरी निन्दा ही करते रहे, तुम्हें लज्जा नहीं आती, कि तुम मेरे साथ कठोरता का बर्ताव करते हो?
You have reproached me ten times. You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.
If it is true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.
If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach,
know now that God has subverted me, and has surrounded me with his net.
7 ७ देखो, मैं उपद्रव! उपद्रव! चिल्लाता रहता हूँ, परन्तु कोई नहीं सुनता; मैं सहायता के लिये दुहाई देता रहता हूँ, परन्तु कोई न्याय नहीं करता।
“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
He has walled up my way so that I can’t pass, and has set darkness in my paths.
He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 १० उसने चारों ओर से मुझे तोड़ दिया, बस मैं जाता रहा, और मेरी आशा को उसने वृक्ष के समान उखाड़ डाला है।
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. He has plucked my hope up like a tree.
He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.
13 १३ “उसने मेरे भाइयों को मुझसे दूर किया है, और जो मेरी जान-पहचान के थे, वे बिलकुल अनजान हो गए हैं।
“He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
15 १५ जो मेरे घर में रहा करते थे, वे, वरन् मेरी दासियाँ भी मुझे अनजान गिनने लगीं हैं; उनकी दृष्टि में मैं परदेशी हो गया हूँ।
Those who dwell in my house and my maids consider me a stranger. I am an alien in their sight.
I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I beg him with my mouth.
My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.
Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19 १९ मेरे सब परम मित्र मुझसे द्वेष रखते हैं, और जिनसे मैंने प्रेम किया वे पलटकर मेरे विरोधी हो गए हैं।
All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
“Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
That with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever!
But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.
After my skin is destroyed, then I will see God in my flesh,
27 २७ उसका दर्शन मैं आप अपनी आँखों से अपने लिये करूँगा, और न कोई दूसरा। यद्यपि मेरा हृदय अन्दर ही अन्दर चूर-चूर भी हो जाए,
whom I, even I, will see on my side. My eyes will see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.
If you say, ‘How we will persecute him!’ because the root of the matter is found in me,
29 २९ तो तुम तलवार से डरो, क्योंकि जलजलाहट से तलवार का दण्ड मिलता है, जिससे तुम जान लो कि न्याय होता है।”
be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.”
