ਅੱਯੂਬ 30
1 ੧ ਪਰ ਹੁਣ ਉਹ ਜਿਹੜੇ ਮੈਥੋਂ ਛੋਟੇ ਹਨ ਉਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਉੱਤੇ ਹੱਸਦੇ ਹਨ, ਜਿਹਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਪੁਰਖਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਮੈਂ ਆਪਣੇ ਇੱਜੜ ਦੇ ਕੁੱਤਿਆਂ ਨਾਲ ਵੀ ਕੰਮ ਕਰਨ ਦੇ ਯੋਗ ਨਹੀਂ ਸਮਝਦਾ ਸੀ!
But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
Yea, whereto [should] the strength of their hands [profit] me, [men] in whom vigour hath perished?
3 ੩ ਥੁੜ ਅਤੇ ਭੁੱਖ ਦੇ ਕਾਰਨ ਉਹ ਲਿੱਸੇ ਪੈ ਗਏ ਹਨ, ਉਹ ਸੁੱਕੀ ਭੂਮੀ ਨੂੰ ਚੱਟਦੇ ਹਨ, ਜਿੱਥੇ ਉਜਾੜ ਤੇ ਬਰਬਾਦੀ ਦੀ ਧੁੰਦ ਹੈ।
Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:
They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.
They are driven forth from among [men] — they cry after them as after a thief —
To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:
They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:
Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.
And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.
For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.
12 ੧੨ ਮੇਰੇ ਸੱਜੇ ਪਾਸੇ ਬਜ਼ਾਰੂ ਲੋਕ ਉੱਠਦੇ ਹਨ, ਉਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਪੈਰ ਸਰਕਾ ਦਿੰਦੇ ਹਨ, ਅਤੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਨਾਸ ਕਰਨ ਵਾਲੇ ਰਾਹਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਬਣਾਉਂਦੇ ਹਨ।
At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;
They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.
15 ੧੫ ਭੈਅ ਮੇਰੇ ਉੱਤੇ ਮੁੜ ਪੈਂਦੇ, ਮੇਰੀ ਪਤ ਜਿਵੇਂ ਹਵਾ ਨਾਲ ਉਡਾਈ ਜਾਂਦੀ, ਅਤੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਖੁਸ਼ਹਾਲੀ ਬੱਦਲ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਜਾਂਦੀ ਰਹੀ।
Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.
And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
The night pierceth through my bones [and detacheth them] from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:
By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.
He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 ੨੦ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਵੱਲ ਦੁਹਾਈ ਦਿੰਦਾ ਪਰ ਤੂੰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਉੱਤਰ ਨਹੀਂ ਦਿੰਦਾ, ਮੈਂ ਖੜ੍ਹਾ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਪਰ ਤੂੰ ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਮੇਰੇ ਵੱਲ ਝਾਕਦਾ ਹੈਂ।
I cry unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me.
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance.
23 ੨੩ ਕਿਉਂ ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਕਿ ਤੂੰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੌਤ ਤੱਕ ਪਹੁੰਚਾਵੇਂਗਾ, ਅਤੇ ਉਸ ਵਾਸ ਤੱਕ ਜਿਹੜਾ ਸਾਰੇ ਜੀਉਂਦਿਆਂ ਲਈ ਠਹਿਰਾਇਆ ਗਿਆ ਹੈ।
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.
Indeed, no prayer [availeth] when he stretcheth out [his] hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.
Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness.
My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me.
I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation.
I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
My skin is become black [and falleth] off me, and my bones are parched with heat.
My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.
