< أَيُّوبَ 30 >
«وَأَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَقَدْ ضَحِكَ عَلَيَّ أَصَاغِرِي أَيَّامًا، ٱلَّذِينَ كُنْتُ أَسْتَنْكِفُ مِنْ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلَابِ غَنَمِي. | ١ 1 |
But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
قُوَّةُ أَيْدِيهِمْ أَيْضًا مَا هِيَ لِي. فِيهِمْ عَجِزَتِ ٱلشَّيْخُوخَةُ. | ٢ 2 |
Yea, the strength of their hands, to what should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
فِي ٱلْعَوَزِ وَٱلْمَحْلِ مَهْزُولُونَ، عَارِقُونَ ٱلْيَابِسَةَ ٱلَّتِي هِيَ مُنْذُ أَمْسِ خَرَابٌ وَخَرِبَةٌ. | ٣ 3 |
They are gaunt with want and famine. They gnaw the dry ground in the gloom of waste and desolation.
ٱلَّذِينَ يَقْطِفُونَ ٱلْمَلَّاحَ عِنْدَ ٱلشِّيحِ، وَأُصُولُ ٱلرَّتَمِ خُبْزُهُمْ. | ٤ 4 |
They pluck mallows by the bushes, and the roots of the juniper are their food.
مِنَ ٱلْوَسَطِ يُطْرَدُونَ. يَصِيحُونَ عَلَيْهِمْ كَمَا عَلَى لِصٍّ. | ٥ 5 |
They are driven forth from the midst of men. They cry out after them as after a thief,
لِلسَّكَنِ فِي أَوْدِيَةٍ مُرْعِبَةٍ وَثُقَبِ ٱلتُّرَابِ وَٱلصُّخُورِ. | ٦ 6 |
so that they dwell in frightful valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
بَيْنَ ٱلشِّيحِ يَنْهَقُونَ. تَحْتَ ٱلْعَوْسَجِ يَنْكَبُّونَ. | ٧ 7 |
Among the bushes they bray, under the nettles they are gathered together.
أَبْنَاءُ ٱلْحَمَاقَةِ، بَلْ أَبْنَاءُ أُنَاسٍ بِلَا ٱسْمٍ، سِيطُوا مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ. | ٨ 8 |
They are sons of fools, yea, sons of base men. They were scourged out of the land.
«أَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَصِرْتُ أُغْنِيَتَهُمْ، وَأَصْبَحْتُ لَهُمْ مَثَلًا! | ٩ 9 |
And now I have become their song, Yea, I am a byword to them.
يَكْرَهُونَنِي. يَبْتَعِدُونَ عَنِّي، وَأَمَامَ وَجْهِي لَمْ يُمْسِكُوا عَنِ ٱلْبَصْقِ. | ١٠ 10 |
They abhor me. They stand aloof from me, and do not spare to spit in my face.
لِأَنَّهُ أَطْلَقَ ٱلْعِنَانَ وَقَهَرَنِي، فَنَزَعُوا ٱلزِّمَامَ قُدَّامِي. | ١١ 11 |
For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me. And they have cast off the bridle before me.
عَنِ ٱلْيَمِينِ ٱلْفُرُوخُ يَقُومُونَ يُزِيحُونَ رِجْلِي، وَيُعِدُّونَ عَلَيَّ طُرُقَهُمْ لِلْبَوَارِ. | ١٢ 12 |
Upon my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
أَفْسَدُوا سُبُلِي. أَعَانُوا عَلَى سُقُوطِي. لَا مُسَاعِدَ عَلَيْهِمْ. | ١٣ 13 |
They mar my path. They set forward my calamity, even men who have no helper.
يَأْتُونَ كَصَدْعٍ عَرِيضٍ. تَحْتَ ٱلْهَدَّةِ يَتَدَحْرَجُونَ. | ١٤ 14 |
As through a wide breach they come. In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
اِنْقَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَهْوَالٌ. طَرَدَتْ كَٱلرِّيحِ نِعْمَتِي، فَعَبَرَتْ كَٱلسَّحَابِ سَعَادَتِي. | ١٥ 15 |
Terrors are turned upon me. They chase my honor as the wind, and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
«فَٱلْآنَ ٱنْهَالَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ، وَأَخَذَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ١٦ 16 |
And now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
ٱللَّيْلَ يَنْخَرُ عِظَامِي فِيَّ، وَعَارِقِيَّ لَا تَهْجَعُ. | ١٧ 17 |
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
بِكَثْرَةِ ٱلشِّدَّةِ تَنَكَّرَ لِبْسِي. مِثْلَ جَيْبِ قَمِيصِي حَزَمَتْنِي. | ١٨ 18 |
By the great force my garment is disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
قَدْ طَرَحَنِي فِي ٱلْوَحْلِ، فَأَشْبَهْتُ ٱلتُّرَابَ وَٱلرَّمَادَ. | ١٩ 19 |
He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
إِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ فَمَا تَسْتَجِيبُ لِي. أَقُومُ فَمَا تَنْتَبِهُ إِلَيَّ. | ٢٠ 20 |
I cry to thee, and thou do not answer me. I stand up, and thou gaze at me.
تَحَوَّلْتَ إِلَى جَافٍ مِنْ نَحْوِي. بِقُدْرَةِ يَدِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي. | ٢١ 21 |
Thou have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of thy hand thou persecute me.
حَمَلْتَنِي، أَرْكَبْتَنِي ٱلرِّيحَ وَذَوَّبْتَنِي تَشَوُّهًا. | ٢٢ 22 |
Thou lift me up to the wind. Thou cause me to ride upon it, and thou disintegrate me in the storm.
لِأَنِّي أَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ إِلَى ٱلْمَوْتِ تُعِيدُنِي، وَإِلَى بَيْتِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ. | ٢٣ 23 |
For I know that thou will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
وَلَكِنْ فِي ٱلْخَرَابِ أَلَا يَمُدُّ يَدًا؟ فِي ٱلْبَلِيَّةِ أَلَا يَسْتَغِيثُ عَلَيْهَا؟ | ٢٤ 24 |
However does not a man stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
«أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ عَسَرَ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَكْتَئِبْ نَفْسِي عَلَى ٱلْمِسْكِينِ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
حِينَمَا تَرَجَّيْتُ ٱلْخَيْرَ جَاءَ ٱلشَّرُّ، وَٱنْتَظَرْتُ ٱلنُّورَ فَجَاءَ ٱلدُّجَى. | ٢٦ 26 |
When I looked for good, then evil came. And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
أَمْعَائِي تَغْلِي وَلَا تَكُفُّ. تَقَدَّمَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ٢٧ 27 |
My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come upon me.
اِسْوَدَدْتُ لَكِنْ بِلَا شَمْسٍ. قُمْتُ فِي ٱلْجَمَاعَةِ أَصْرُخُ. | ٢٨ 28 |
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
صِرْتُ أَخًا لِلذِّئَابِ، وَصَاحِبًا لِرِئَالِ ٱلنَّعَامِ. | ٢٩ 29 |
I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
حَرِشَ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَعِظَامِي ٱحْتَرَّتْ مِنَ ٱلْحَرَارَةِ فِيَّ. | ٣٠ 30 |
My skin is black, and falls from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
صَارَ عُودِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ ٱلْبَاكِينَ. | ٣١ 31 |
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.