अय्यूब 27
And Job adds to lift up his allegory and says:
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।
“God lives! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty—He made my soul bitter.
For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the wind of God in my nostrils.
My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue does 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।
Defilement to me—if I justify you, Until I expire I do not turn aside my integrity from me.
6 ६ मैं अपनी धार्मिकता पकड़े हुए हूँ और उसको हाथ से जाने न दूँगा; क्योंकि मेरा मन जीवन भर मुझे दोषी नहीं ठहराएगा।
On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart does not reproach me while I live.
My enemy is as the wicked, And my withstander as the perverse.
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 profane, When He cuts off? When God casts off his soul?
[Does] God hear his cry, When distress comes on him?
Does he delight himself on the Mighty? Call God at all times?
11 ११ मैं तुम्हें परमेश्वर के काम के विषय शिक्षा दूँगा, और सर्वशक्तिमान परमेश्वर की बात मैं न छिपाऊँगा
I show you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I do not hide.
Behold, you—all of you—have seen, And why [is] this—you are altogether vain?
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 portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones They receive from the Mighty.
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।
If his sons multiply—a sword [is] for them. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
His remnant are buried in death, And his widows do not weep.
If he heaps up silver as dust, And prepares clothing as clay,
17 १७ वह उन्हें तैयार कराए तो सही, परन्तु धर्मी उन्हें पहन लेगा, और उसका रुपया निर्दोष लोग आपस में बाँटेंगे।
He prepares—and the righteous puts [it] on, And the innocent apportions the silver.
He has built his house as a moth, And as a shelter a watchman has made.
He lies down rich, and he is not gathered, He has opened his eyes, and he is not.
Terrors overtake him as waters, By night a whirlwind has stolen him away.
An east wind takes him up, and he goes, And it frightens him from his place,
And it casts at him, and does not spare, He diligently flees from its hand.
It claps its hands at him, And it hisses at him from his place.”
