अय्यूब 27
Job continued his discourse:
2 २ “मैं परमेश्वर के जीवन की शपथ खाता हूँ जिसने मेरा न्याय बिगाड़ दिया, अर्थात् उस सर्वशक्तिमान के जीवन की जिसने मेरा प्राण कड़वा कर दिया।
“As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
5 ५ परमेश्वर न करे कि मैं तुम लोगों को सच्चा ठहराऊँ, जब तक मेरा प्राण न छूटे तब तक मैं अपनी खराई से न हटूँगा।
I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.
6 ६ मैं अपनी धार्मिकता पकड़े हुए हूँ और उसको हाथ से जाने न दूँगा; क्योंकि मेरा मन जीवन भर मुझे दोषी नहीं ठहराएगा।
I will cling to my righteousness and never let go. As long as I live, my conscience will not accuse me.
May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.
8 ८ जब परमेश्वर भक्तिहीन मनुष्य का प्राण ले ले, तब यद्यपि उसने धन भी प्राप्त किया हो, तो भी उसकी क्या आशा रहेगी?
For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
11 ११ मैं तुम्हें परमेश्वर के काम के विषय शिक्षा दूँगा, और सर्वशक्तिमान परमेश्वर की बात मैं न छिपाऊँगा
I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty.
Surely all of you have seen it for yourselves. Why then do you keep up this empty talk?
13 १३ “दुष्ट मनुष्य का भाग परमेश्वर की ओर से यह है, और उपद्रवियों का अंश जो वे सर्वशक्तिमान परमेश्वर के हाथ से पाते हैं, वह यह है, कि
This is the wicked man’s portion from God— the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
14 १४ चाहे उसके बच्चे गिनती में बढ़ भी जाएँ, तो भी तलवार ही के लिये बढ़ेंगे, और उसकी सन्तान पेट भर रोटी न खाने पाएगी।
Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.
His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.
Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
17 १७ वह उन्हें तैयार कराए तो सही, परन्तु धर्मी उन्हें पहन लेगा, और उसका रुपया निर्दोष लोग आपस में बाँटेंगे।
what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent.
The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.
It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.
