أَيُّوبَ 6
| فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
Then Job responded:
| «لَيْتَ كَرْبِي وُزِنَ، وَمُصِيبَتِي رُفِعَتْ فِي ٱلْمَوَازِينِ جَمِيعَهَا، | ٢ 2 |
“If my grief could be weighed and my troubles placed on the scales
| لِأَنَّهَا ٱلْآنَ أَثْقَلُ مِنْ رَمْلِ ٱلْبَحْرِ. مِنْ أَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَغَا كَلَامِي. | ٣ 3 |
they would be heavier than the sand of the sea. That's why I spoke so rashly.
| لِأَنَّ سِهَامَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ فِيَّ وَحُمَتَهَا شَارِبَةٌ رُوحِي. أَهْوَالُ ٱللهِ مُصْطَفَّةٌ ضِدِّي. | ٤ 4 |
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; their poison saps my spirit. God's terrors are lined up against me.
| هَلْ يَنْهَقُ ٱلْفَرَا عَلَى ٱلْعُشْبِ، أَوْ يَخُورُ ٱلثَّوْرُ عَلَى عَلَفِهِ؟ | ٥ 5 |
Don't wild donkeys bray when their grass is gone? Don't cattle groan when they don't have food!
| هَلْ يُؤْكَلُ ٱلْمَسِيخُ بِلَا مِلْحٍ، أَوْ يُوجَدُ طَعْمٌ فِي مَرَقِ ٱلْبَقْلَةِ؟ | ٦ 6 |
Can something that's tasteless be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
| مَا عَافَتْ نَفْسِي أَنْ تَمَسَّهَا، هَذِه صَارَتْ مِثْلَ خُبْزِيَ ٱلْكَرِيهِ! | ٧ 7 |
I just can't touch any food—even the thought makes me feel sick!
| «يَا لَيْتَ طِلْبَتِي تَأْتِي وَيُعْطِينِيَ ٱللهُ رَجَائِي! | ٨ 8 |
Oh, if only I could have what I really want, that God would give me what I most desire—
| أَنْ يَرْضَى ٱللهُ بِأَنْ يَسْحَقَنِي، وَيُطْلِقَ يَدَهُ فَيَقْطَعَنِي. | ٩ 9 |
that God would be willing to crush me to death, that he would just let me die!
| فَلَا تَزَالُ تَعْزِيَتِي وَٱبْتِهَاجِي فِي عَذَابٍ، لَا يُشْفِقُ: أَنِّي لَمْ أَجْحَدْ كَلَامَ ٱلْقُدُّوسِ. | ١٠ 10 |
But it still comforts me to know, making me happy through the never-ending pain, that I have never rejected the words of God.
| مَا هِيَ قُوَّتِي حَتَّى أَنْتَظِرَ؟ وَمَا هِيَ نِهَايَتِي حَتَّى أُصَبِّرَ نَفْسِي؟ | ١١ 11 |
Why should I go on waiting when I don't have the strength? Why should I keep going when I don't know what is going to happen to me?
| هَلْ قُوَّتِي قُوَّةُ ٱلْحِجَارَةِ؟ هَلْ لَحْمِي نُحَاسٌ؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Am I as strong as rock? Am I made out of bronze?
| أَلَا إِنَّهُ لَيْسَتْ فِيَّ مَعُونَتِي، وَٱلْمُسَاعَدَةُ مَطْرُودَةٌ عَنِّي! | ١٣ 13 |
How can I help myself now that any chance of success is ripped away from me?
| «حَقُّ ٱلْمَحْزُونِ مَعْرُوفٌ مِنْ صَاحِبِهِ، وَإِنْ تَرَكَ خَشْيَةَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٤ 14 |
Anyone who isn't kind to a friend has given up respecting the Almighty.
| أَمَّا إِخْوَانِي فَقَدْ غَدَرُوا مِثْلَ ٱلْغَدِيرِ. مِثْلَ سَاقِيَةِ ٱلْوُدْيَانِ يَعْبُرُونَ، | ١٥ 15 |
My brothers have acted as deceptively as a desert stream, rushing waters in the desert that vanish.
| ٱلَّتِي هِيَ عَكِرَةٌ مِنَ ٱلْبَرَدِ، وَيَخْتَفِي فِيهَا ٱلْجَلِيدُ. | ١٦ 16 |
The stream floods when it is full of dark ice and melting snow,
| إِذَا جَرَتِ ٱنْقَطَعَتْ. إِذَا حَمِيَتْ جَفَّتْ مِنْ مَكَانِهَا. | ١٧ 17 |
but in the heat it dries up and disappears, vanishing from where it once was.
| يُعَرِّجُ ٱلسَّفْرُ عَنْ طَرِيقِهِمْ، يَدْخُلُونَ ٱلتِّيهَ فَيَهْلِكُونَ. | ١٨ 18 |
Camel caravans turn aside to look for water, but don't find any and they die.
| نَظَرَتْ قَوَافِلُ تَيْمَاءَ. سَيَّارَةُ سَبَا رَجَوْهَا. | ١٩ 19 |
Caravans from Tema looked, travelers from Sheba were confident,
| خَزُوا فِي مَا كَانُوا مُطْمَئِنِّينَ. جَاءُوا إِلَيْهَا فَخَجِلُوا. | ٢٠ 20 |
but their hopes were dashed—they came and found nothing.
| فَٱلْآنَ قَدْ صِرْتُمْ مِثْلَهَا. رَأَيْتُمْ ضَرْبَةً فَفَزِعْتُمْ. | ٢١ 21 |
Now you are no help, just like that—you see my trouble and you're afraid.
| هَلْ قُلْتُ: أَعْطُونِي شَيْئًا، أَوْ مِنْ مَالِكُمُ ٱرْشُوا مِنْ أَجْلِي؟ | ٢٢ 22 |
Have I asked you for anything? Have I told you to bribe anyone for me from your wealth?
| أَوْ نَجُّونِي مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْخَصْمِ، أَوْ مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱفْدُونِي؟ | ٢٣ 23 |
Have I asked you to rescue me from an enemy? Have I told you to save me from my oppressors?
| عَلِّمُونِي فَأَنَا أَسْكُتُ، وَفَهِّمُونِي فِي أَيِّ شَيْءٍ ضَلَلْتُ. | ٢٤ 24 |
Explain this to me, and I'll be quiet. Show me where I'm wrong.
| مَا أَشَدَّ ٱلْكَلَامَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمَ، وَأَمَّا ٱلتَّوْبِيخُ مِنْكُمْ فَعَلَى مَاذَا يُبَرْهِنُ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
Honest words are painful, but what do your arguments prove?
| هَلْ تَحْسِبُونَ أَنْ تُوَبِّخُوا كَلِمَاتٍ، وَكَلَامُ ٱلْيَائِسِ لِلرِّيحِ؟ | ٢٦ 26 |
Are you going to argue over what I said, when the words of someone in despair should be left to blow away in the wind?
| بَلْ تُلْقُونَ عَلَى ٱلْيَتِيمِ، وَتَحْفُرُونَ حُفْرَةً لِصَاحِبِكُمْ. | ٢٧ 27 |
You would play dice to win an orphan; you would bargain away your friend!
| وَٱلْآنَ تَفَرَّسُوا فِيَّ، فَإِنِّي عَلَى وُجُوهِكُمْ لَا أَكْذِبُ. | ٢٨ 28 |
Look me in the eye and see if I'm lying to your face!
| اِرْجِعُوا. لَا يَكُونَنَّ ظُلْمٌ. اِرْجِعُوا أَيْضًا. فِيهِ حَقِّي. | ٢٩ 29 |
Don't talk like this! Don't be unjust! What I'm saying is right.
| هَلْ فِي لِسَانِي ظُلْمٌ، أَمْ حَنَكِي لَا يُمَيِّزُ فَسَادًا؟ | ٣٠ 30 |
I'm not telling lies—don't you think I wouldn't know if I was wrong?”
