أَيُّوبَ 17
| «رُوحِي تَلِفَتْ. أَيَّامِي ٱنْطَفَأَتْ. إِنَّمَا ٱلْقُبُورُ لِي. | ١ 1 |
My spirit is crushed; my life is extinguished; the grave is ready for me.
| «لَوْلَا ٱلْمُخَاتِلُونَ عِنْدِي، وَعَيْنِي تَبِيتُ عَلَى مُشَاجَرَاتِهِمْ. | ٢ 2 |
Mockers surround me. I see how bitterly they ridicule me.
| كُنْ ضَامِنِي عِنْدَ نَفْسِكَ. مَنْ هُوَ ٱلَّذِي يُصَفِّقُ يَدِي؟ | ٣ 3 |
God, you need to put down a pledge for me with yourself, for who else will be my guarantor?
| لِأَنَّكَ مَنَعْتَ قَلْبَهُمْ عَنِ ٱلْفِطْنَةِ، لِأَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَا تَرْفَعُهُمُ. | ٤ 4 |
You have closed their minds to understanding, so do not let them win!
| ٱلَّذِي يُسَلِّمُ ٱلْأَصْحَابَ لِلسَّلْبِ، تَتْلَفُ عُيُونُ بَنِيهِ. | ٥ 5 |
They betray friends to gain benefit for themselves and their children suffer for it.
| أَوْقَفَنِي مَثَلًا لِلشُّعُوبِ، وَصِرْتُ لِلْبَصْقِ فِي ٱلْوَجْهِ. | ٦ 6 |
He has made me a proverb of ridicule among the people; they spit in my face.
| كَلَّتْ عَيْنِي مِنَ ٱلْحُزْنِ، وَأَعْضَائِي كُلُّهَا كَٱلظِّلِّ. | ٧ 7 |
My eyes are worn out from crying and my body is a shadow of its former self.
| يَتَعَجَّبُ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ مِنْ هَذَا، وَٱلْبَرِئُ يَنْتَهِضُ عَلَى ٱلْفَاجِرِ. | ٨ 8 |
People who think they are good are shocked to see me. Those who are innocent are troubled by the godless.
| أَمَّا ٱلصِّدِّيقُ فَيَسْتَمْسِكُ بِطَرِيقِهِ، وَٱلطَّاهِرُ ٱلْيَدَيْنِ يَزْدَادُ قُوَّةً. | ٩ 9 |
Those who are right keep going, and those whose hands are clean grow stronger and stronger.
| «وَلَكِنِ ٱرْجِعُوا كُلُّكُمْ وَتَعَالَوْا، فَلَا أَجِدُ فِيكُمْ حَكِيمًا. | ١٠ 10 |
Why don't you come back and repeat again what you've been saying?—yet I still won't find a wise man among you!
| أَيَّامِي قَدْ عَبَرَتْ. مَقَاصِدِي، إِرْثُ قَلْبِي، قَدِ ٱنْتَزَعَتْ. | ١١ 11 |
My life is over. My plans are gone. My heart is broken.
| يَجْعَلُونَ ٱللَّيْلَ نَهَارًا، نُورًا قَرِيبًا لِلظُّلْمَةِ. | ١٢ 12 |
They turn night into day, and say that daylight is close to darkness.
| إِذَا رَجَوْتُ ٱلْهَاوِيَةَ بَيْتًا لِي، وَفِي ٱلظَّلَامِ مَهَّدْتُ فِرَاشِي، (Sheol h7585) | ١٣ 13 |
What am I looking for? To make my home in Sheol, to make my bed in darkness? (Sheol h7585)
| وَقُلْتُ لِلْقَبْرِ: أَنْتَ أَبِي، وَلِلدُّودِ: أَنْتَ أُمِّي وَأُخْتِي، | ١٤ 14 |
Should I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
| فَأَيْنَ إِذًا آمَالِي؟ آمَالِي، مَنْ يُعَايِنُهَا؟ | ١٥ 15 |
So then where is my hope? Can anyone see any hope for me?
