أَيُّوبَ 16

١ 1 فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ:

Then Job answered and said,

٢ 2 «قَدْ سَمِعْتُ كَثِيرًا مِثْلَ هَذَا. مُعَزُّونَ مُتْعِبُونَ كُلُّكُمْ!

I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all.

٣ 3 هَلْ مِنْ نِهَايَةٍ لِكَلَامٍ فَارِغٍ؟ أَوْ مَاذَا يُهَيِّجُكَ حَتَّى تُجَاوِبَ؟

Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldens you that you answer?

٤ 4 أَنَا أَيْضًا أَسْتَطِيعُ أَنْ أَتَكَلَّمَ مِثْلَكُمْ، لَوْ كَانَتْ أَنْفُسُكُمْ مَكَانَ نَفْسِي، وَأَنْ أَسْرُدَ عَلَيْكُمْ أَقْوَالًا وَأُنْغِضَ رَأْسِي إِلَيْكُمْ.

I also could speak as you do: if your soul were in my soul’s stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.

٥ 5 بَلْ كُنْتُ أُشَدِّدُكُمْ بِفَمِي، وَتَعْزِيَةُ شَفَتَيَّ تُمْسِكُكُمْ.

But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should assuage your grief.

٦ 6 «إِنْ تَكَلَّمْتُ لَمْ تَمْتَنِعْ كَآبَتِي، وَإِنْ سَكَتُّ فَمَاذَا يَذْهَبُ عَنِّي؟

Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

٧ 7 إِنَّهُ ٱلْآنَ ضَجَّرَنِي. خَرَّبْتَ كُلَّ جَمَاعَتِي.

But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company.

٨ 8 قَبَضْتَ عَلَيَّ. وُجِدَ شَاهِدٌ. قَامَ عَلَيَّ هُزَالِي يُجَاوِبُ فِي وَجْهِي.

And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.

٩ 9 غَضَبُهُ ٱفْتَرَسَنِي وَٱضْطَهَدَنِي. حَرَقَ عَلَيَّ أَسْنَانَهُ. عَدُوِّي يُحَدِّدُ عَيْنَيْهِ عَلَيَّ.

He tears me in his wrath, who hates me: he gnashes on me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes on me.

١٠ 10 فَغَرُوا عَلَيَّ أَفْوَاهَهُمْ. لَطَمُونِي عَلَى فَكِّي تَعْيِيرًا. تَعَاوَنُوا عَلَيَّ جَمِيعًا.

They have gaped on me with their mouth; they have smitten me on the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.

١١ 11 دَفَعَنِيَ ٱللهُ إِلَى ٱلظَّالِمِ، وَفِي أَيْدِي ٱلْأَشْرَارِ طَرَحَنِي.

God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

١٢ 12 كُنْتُ مُسْتَرِيحًا فَزَعْزَعَنِي، وَأَمْسَكَ بِقَفَايَ فَحَطَّمَنِي، وَنَصَبَنِي لَهُ غَرَضًا.

I was at ease, but he has broken me asunder: he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

١٣ 13 أَحَاطَتْ بِي رُمَاتُهُ. شَقَّ كُلْيَتَيَّ وَلَمْ يُشْفِقْ. سَفَكَ مَرَارَتِي عَلَى ٱلْأَرْضِ.

His archers compass me round about, he splits my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.

١٤ 14 يَقْتَحِمُنِي ٱقْتِحَامًا عَلَى ٱقْتِحَامٍ. يَعْدُو عَلَيَّ كَجَبَّارٍ.

He breaks me with breach on breach, he runs on me like a giant.

١٥ 15 خِطْتُ مِسْحًا عَلَى جِلْدِي، وَدَسَسْتُ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ قَرْنِي.

I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

١٦ 16 اِحْمَرَّ وَجْهِي مِنَ ٱلْبُكَاءِ، وَعَلَى هُدْبِي ظِلُّ ٱلْمَوْتِ.

My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

١٧ 17 مَعَ أَنَّهُ لَا ظُلْمَ فِي يَدِي، وَصَلَاتِي خَالِصَةٌ.

Not for any injustice in my hands: also my prayer is pure.

١٨ 18 «يَا أَرْضُ لَا تُغَطِّي دَمِي، وَلَا يَكُنْ مَكَانٌ لِصُرَاخِي.

O earth, cover not you my blood, and let my cry have no place.

١٩ 19 أَيْضًا ٱلْآنَ هُوَذَا فِي ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ شَهِيدِي، وَشَاهِدِي فِي ٱلْأَعَالِي.

Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.

٢٠ 20 ٱلْمُسْتَهْزِئُونَ بِي هُمْ أَصْحَابِي. لِلهِ تَقْطُرُ عَيْنِي

My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears to God.

٢١ 21 لِكَيْ يُحَاكِمَ ٱلْإِنْسَانَ عِنْدَ ٱللهِ كَٱبْنِ آدَمَ لَدَى صَاحِبِهِ.

O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!

٢٢ 22 إِذَا مَضَتْ سِنُونَ قَلِيلَةٌ أَسْلُكُ فِي طَرِيقٍ لَا أَعُودُ مِنْهَا.

When a few years are come, then I shall go the way from where I shall not return.