अय्यूब 30
1 १ “परन्तु अब जिनकी आयु मुझसे कम है, वे मेरी हँसी करते हैं, वे जिनके पिताओं को मैं अपनी भेड़-बकरियों के कुत्तों के काम के योग्य भी न जानता था।
But now they who are younger than I in years laugh at me, whose fathers I scorned to put as equals with the dogs of my flocks.
Yea, what possible use can the strength of their hands be unto me, over whom old age hath passed fruitlessly?
3 ३ वे दरिद्रता और काल के मारे दुबले पड़े हुए हैं, वे अंधेरे और सुनसान स्थानों में सुखी धूल फाँकते हैं।
Who suffer for want and famine in solitude; who flee into the wilderness [where all is] darkness, ruin, and desolation;
Who crop off mallows by the bushes, and have broom-bush roots as their bread;
Who are driven forth from among [men], who are shouted after as though they were thieves,
To dwell in the caverns of the valleys, in holes of the earth, and on naked cliffs.
Among the bushes they shriek; under briers they are huddled together,
The children of the worthless, yea, the children of the nameless, who were outcasts from the land.
But now I am become their song, and I am become a byword unto them.
They loathe me, they keep themselves far from me, and from my face they withhold not their spittle.
11 ११ परमेश्वर ने जो मेरी रस्सी खोलकर मुझे दुःख दिया है, इसलिए वे मेरे सामने मुँह में लगाम नहीं रखते।
Because he hath loosened the cord of my bow, and afflicted me, they have also cast off the bridle before me.
12 १२ मेरी दाहिनी ओर बाज़ारू लोग उठ खड़े होते हैं, वे मेरे पाँव सरका देते हैं, और मेरे नाश के लिये अपने उपाय बाँधते हैं।
Against my right hand rise up this swarm of worthless youths: they push away my feet, and they level against me their calamity-bringing paths.
They destroy my footpath, they help forward my downfall, without any one to aid them.
As [through] a broad breach they come: amidst a loud noise they rolled themselves along.
15 १५ मुझ में घबराहट छा गई है, और मेरा रईसपन मानो वायु से उड़ाया गया है, और मेरा कुशल बादल के समान जाता रहा।
Terrors have turned their face against me; they chase like the wind my glory: and like a cloud is my happiness passed away.
And now my soul is poured out over me; the days of affliction have seized on me;
All night it holloweth out my bones out of my body; and my pursuers take no rest.
18 १८ मेरी बीमारी की बहुतायत से मेरे वस्त्र का रूप बदल गया है; वह मेरे कुर्त्ते के गले के समान मुझसे लिपटी हुई है।
Through the Almlghty's power is my garment made unknown: like the opening of my coat hath he enclosed me.
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20 २० मैं तेरी दुहाई देता हूँ, परन्तु तू नहीं सुनता; मैं खड़ा होता हूँ परन्तु तू मेरी ओर घूरने लगता है।
I cry aloud unto thee, but thou answerest me not: I stand up, and thou fixest thy regard against me.
Thou art changed into a cruel master toward me: with the strength of thy hand thou assailest me.
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to pass away, and dissolvest in me all wise counsel.
23 २३ हाँ, मुझे निश्चय है, कि तू मुझे मृत्यु के वश में कर देगा, और उस घर में पहुँचाएगा, जो सब जीवित प्राणियों के लिये ठहराया गया है।
For I know that thou wilt bring me back to death, and to the house of assembly for all the living.
But doth not a man stretch out his hand among ruins? or doth one not cry out therefrom [for help] when he meeteth his downfall?
25 २५ क्या मैं उसके लिये रोता नहीं था, जिसके दुर्दिन आते थे? और क्या दरिद्र जन के कारण मैं प्राण में दुःखित न होता था?
Did I not weep for him that was hard pressed by misfortune? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 २६ जब मैं कुशल का मार्ग जोहता था, तब विपत्ति आ पड़ी; और जब मैं उजियाले की आशा लगाए था, तब अंधकार छा गया।
That I hoped for good, but there came evil; and I waited for light, and there came darkness!
My bowels heave, and rest not: the days of affliction have overcome me.
28 २८ मैं शोक का पहरावा पहने हुए मानो बिना सूर्य की गर्मी के काला हो गया हूँ। और मैं सभा में खड़ा होकर सहायता के लिये दुहाई देता हूँ।
I walk about mournfully without sunlight: when I rise up, in the assembly, I cry with pain.
I am a brother to [howling] monsters, and a companion to ostriches.
My skin hangeth down black from me, and my bones are burnt from heat.
And thus is changed to mourning my harp, and my pipe to the sound of weeping.
