أَيُّوبَ 27
| وَعَادَ أَيُّوبُ يَنْطِقُ بِمَثَلِهِ فَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: —
| «حَيٌّ هُوَ ٱللهُ ٱلَّذِي نَزَعَ حَقِّي، وَٱلْقَدِيرُ ٱلَّذِي أَمَرَّ نَفْسِي، | ٢ 2 |
God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty — He made my soul bitter.
| إِنَّهُ مَا دَامَتْ نَسَمَتِي فِيَّ، وَنَفْخَةُ ٱللهِ فِي أَنْفِي، | ٣ 3 |
For all the while my breath [is] in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.
| لَنْ تَتَكَلَّمَ شَفَتَايَ إِثْمًا، وَلَا يَلْفِظَ لِسَانِي بِغِشٍّ. | ٤ 4 |
My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.
| حَاشَا لِي أَنْ أُبَرِّرَكُمْ! حَتَّى أُسْلِمَ ٱلرُّوحَ لَا أَعْزِلُ كَمَالِي عَنِّي. | ٥ 5 |
Pollution to me — if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
| تَمَسَّكْتُ بِبِرِّي وَلَا أَرْخِيهِ. قَلْبِي لَا يُعَيِّرُ يَوْمًا مِنْ أَيَّامِي. | ٦ 6 |
On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
| لِيَكُنْ عَدُوِّي كَٱلشِّرِّيرِ، وَمُعَانِدِي كَفَاعِلِ ٱلشَّرِّ. | ٧ 7 |
As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.
| لِأَنَّهُ مَا هُوَ رَجَاءُ ٱلْفَاجِرِ عِنْدَمَا يَقْطَعُهُ، عِنْدَمَا يَسْلُبُ ٱللهُ نَفْسَهُ؟ | ٨ 8 |
For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
| أَفَيَسْمَعُ ٱللهُ صُرَاخَهُ إِذَا جَاءَ عَلَيْهِ ضِيقٌ؟ | ٩ 9 |
His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
| أَمْ يَتَلَذَّذُ بِٱلْقَدِيرِ؟ هَلْ يَدْعُو ٱللهَ فِي كُلِّ حِينٍ؟ | ١٠ 10 |
On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?
| «إِنِّي أُعَلِّمُكُمْ بِيَدِ ٱللهِ. لَا أَكْتُمُ مَا هُوَ عِنْدَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١١ 11 |
I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the Mighty I hide not.
| هَا أَنْتُمْ كُلُّكُمْ قَدْ رَأَيْتُمْ، فَلِمَاذَا تَتَبَطَّلُونَ تَبَطُّلًا؟ قَائِلِينَ: | ١٢ 12 |
Lo, ye — all of you — have seen, And why [is] this — ye are altogether vain?
| هَذَا نَصِيبُ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ ٱلشِّرِّيرِ مِنْ عِنْدِ ٱللهِ، وَمِيرَاثُ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱلَّذِي يَنَالُونَهُ مِنَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٣ 13 |
This [is] the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.
| إِنْ كَثُرَ بَنُوهُ فَلِلسَّيْفِ، وَذُرِّيَّتُهُ لَا تَشْبَعُ خُبْزًا. | ١٤ 14 |
If his sons multiply — for them [is] a sword. And his offspring [are] not satisfied [with] bread.
| بَقِيَّتُهُ تُدْفَنُ بِٱلْمَوْتَانِ، وَأَرَامِلُهُ لَا تَبْكِي. | ١٥ 15 |
His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
| إِنْ كَنَزَ فِضَّةً كَٱلتُّرَابِ، وَأَعَدَّ مَلَابِسَ كَٱلطِّينِ، | ١٦ 16 |
If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
| فَهُوَ يُعِدُّ وَٱلْبَارُّ يَلْبَسُهُ، وَٱلْبَرِئُ يَقْسِمُ ٱلْفِضَّةَ. | ١٧ 17 |
He prepareth — and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.
| يَبْنِي بَيْتَهُ كَٱلْعُثِّ، أَوْ كَمَظَلَّةٍ صَنَعَهَا ٱلنَّاطُورُ. | ١٨ 18 |
He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
| يَضْطَجِعُ غَنِيًّا وَلَكِنَّهُ لَا يُضَمُّ. يَفْتَحُ عَيْنَيْهِ وَلَا يَكُونُ. | ١٩ 19 |
Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
| ٱلْأَهْوَالُ تُدْرِكُهُ كَٱلْمِيَاهِ. لَيْلًا تَخْتَطِفُهُ ٱلزَّوْبَعَةُ. | ٢٠ 20 |
Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
| تَحْمِلُهُ ٱلشَّرْقِيَّةُ فَيَذْهَبُ، وَتَجْرُفُهُ مِنْ مَكَانِهِ. | ٢١ 21 |
Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,
| يُلْقِي ٱللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَلَا يُشْفِقُ. مِنْ يَدِهِ يَهْرُبُ هَرَبًا. | ٢٢ 22 |
And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
| يَصْفِقُونَ عَلَيْهِ بِأَيْدِيهِمْ، وَيَصْفِرُونَ عَلَيْهِ مِنْ مَكَانِهِ. | ٢٣ 23 |
It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.
