أَيُّوبَ 6
| فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ: | ١ 1 |
Then Job answered and said,
| «لَيْتَ كَرْبِي وُزِنَ، وَمُصِيبَتِي رُفِعَتْ فِي ٱلْمَوَازِينِ جَمِيعَهَا، | ٢ 2 |
“Oh, if only my anguish were weighed; if only all my calamity were laid in the balance!
| لِأَنَّهَا ٱلْآنَ أَثْقَلُ مِنْ رَمْلِ ٱلْبَحْرِ. مِنْ أَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَغَا كَلَامِي. | ٣ 3 |
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas. That is why my words were reckless.
| لِأَنَّ سِهَامَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ فِيَّ وَحُمَتَهَا شَارِبَةٌ رُوحِي. أَهْوَالُ ٱللهِ مُصْطَفَّةٌ ضِدِّي. | ٤ 4 |
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks up the poison; the terrors of God have arranged themselves in array against me.
| هَلْ يَنْهَقُ ٱلْفَرَا عَلَى ٱلْعُشْبِ، أَوْ يَخُورُ ٱلثَّوْرُ عَلَى عَلَفِهِ؟ | ٥ 5 |
Does the wild donkey bray in despair when he has grass? Or does the ox low in hunger when it has fodder?
| هَلْ يُؤْكَلُ ٱلْمَسِيخُ بِلَا مِلْحٍ، أَوْ يُوجَدُ طَعْمٌ فِي مَرَقِ ٱلْبَقْلَةِ؟ | ٦ 6 |
Can that which has no taste be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
| مَا عَافَتْ نَفْسِي أَنْ تَمَسَّهَا، هَذِه صَارَتْ مِثْلَ خُبْزِيَ ٱلْكَرِيهِ! | ٧ 7 |
I refuse to touch them; they are like disgusting food to me.
| «يَا لَيْتَ طِلْبَتِي تَأْتِي وَيُعْطِينِيَ ٱللهُ رَجَائِي! | ٨ 8 |
Oh, that I might have my request; oh, that God would grant me the thing I long for:
| أَنْ يَرْضَى ٱللهُ بِأَنْ يَسْحَقَنِي، وَيُطْلِقَ يَدَهُ فَيَقْطَعَنِي. | ٩ 9 |
that it would please God to crush me once, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off from this life!
| فَلَا تَزَالُ تَعْزِيَتِي وَٱبْتِهَاجِي فِي عَذَابٍ، لَا يُشْفِقُ: أَنِّي لَمْ أَجْحَدْ كَلَامَ ٱلْقُدُّوسِ. | ١٠ 10 |
May this still be my consolation— even if I exult in pain that does not lessen: that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
| مَا هِيَ قُوَّتِي حَتَّى أَنْتَظِرَ؟ وَمَا هِيَ نِهَايَتِي حَتَّى أُصَبِّرَ نَفْسِي؟ | ١١ 11 |
What is my strength, that I should try to wait? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
| هَلْ قُوَّتِي قُوَّةُ ٱلْحِجَارَةِ؟ هَلْ لَحْمِي نُحَاسٌ؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh made of bronze?
| أَلَا إِنَّهُ لَيْسَتْ فِيَّ مَعُونَتِي، وَٱلْمُسَاعَدَةُ مَطْرُودَةٌ عَنِّي! | ١٣ 13 |
Is it not true that I have no help in myself, and that wisdom has been driven out of me?
| «حَقُّ ٱلْمَحْزُونِ مَعْرُوفٌ مِنْ صَاحِبِهِ، وَإِنْ تَرَكَ خَشْيَةَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ. | ١٤ 14 |
To the person who is about to faint, faithfulness should be shown by his friend; even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
| أَمَّا إِخْوَانِي فَقَدْ غَدَرُوا مِثْلَ ٱلْغَدِيرِ. مِثْلَ سَاقِيَةِ ٱلْوُدْيَانِ يَعْبُرُونَ، | ١٥ 15 |
But my brothers have been as faithful to me as a desert streambed, as channels of water that pass away to nothing,
| ٱلَّتِي هِيَ عَكِرَةٌ مِنَ ٱلْبَرَدِ، وَيَخْتَفِي فِيهَا ٱلْجَلِيدُ. | ١٦ 16 |
which are darkened because of ice over them, and because of the snow that hides itself in them.
| إِذَا جَرَتِ ٱنْقَطَعَتْ. إِذَا حَمِيَتْ جَفَّتْ مِنْ مَكَانِهَا. | ١٧ 17 |
When they thaw out, they vanish; when it is hot, they melt out of their place.
| يُعَرِّجُ ٱلسَّفْرُ عَنْ طَرِيقِهِمْ، يَدْخُلُونَ ٱلتِّيهَ فَيَهْلِكُونَ. | ١٨ 18 |
The caravans that travel by their way turn aside for water; they wander into barren land and then perish.
| نَظَرَتْ قَوَافِلُ تَيْمَاءَ. سَيَّارَةُ سَبَا رَجَوْهَا. | ١٩ 19 |
Caravans from Tema looked there, while companies of Sheba hoped in them.
| خَزُوا فِي مَا كَانُوا مُطْمَئِنِّينَ. جَاءُوا إِلَيْهَا فَخَجِلُوا. | ٢٠ 20 |
They were disappointed because they had been confident of finding water. They went there, but they were deceived.
| فَٱلْآنَ قَدْ صِرْتُمْ مِثْلَهَا. رَأَيْتُمْ ضَرْبَةً فَفَزِعْتُمْ. | ٢١ 21 |
For now you friends are nothing to me; you see my dreadful situation and are afraid.
| هَلْ قُلْتُ: أَعْطُونِي شَيْئًا، أَوْ مِنْ مَالِكُمُ ٱرْشُوا مِنْ أَجْلِي؟ | ٢٢ 22 |
Did I say to you, 'Give something to me?' Or, 'Offer me a gift from your wealth?'
| أَوْ نَجُّونِي مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْخَصْمِ، أَوْ مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱفْدُونِي؟ | ٢٣ 23 |
Or, 'Save me from my adversary's hand?' Or, 'Ransom me from the hand of my oppressors?'
| عَلِّمُونِي فَأَنَا أَسْكُتُ، وَفَهِّمُونِي فِي أَيِّ شَيْءٍ ضَلَلْتُ. | ٢٤ 24 |
Teach me, and I will hold my peace; make me understand where I have been wrong.
| مَا أَشَدَّ ٱلْكَلَامَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمَ، وَأَمَّا ٱلتَّوْبِيخُ مِنْكُمْ فَعَلَى مَاذَا يُبَرْهِنُ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
How painful are truthful words! But your arguments, how do they actually rebuke me?
| هَلْ تَحْسِبُونَ أَنْ تُوَبِّخُوا كَلِمَاتٍ، وَكَلَامُ ٱلْيَائِسِ لِلرِّيحِ؟ | ٢٦ 26 |
Do you plan to ignore my words, treating the words of a desperate man like the wind?
| بَلْ تُلْقُونَ عَلَى ٱلْيَتِيمِ، وَتَحْفُرُونَ حُفْرَةً لِصَاحِبِكُمْ. | ٢٧ 27 |
Indeed, you cast lots for a fatherless child, and haggle over your friend like merchandise.
| وَٱلْآنَ تَفَرَّسُوا فِيَّ، فَإِنِّي عَلَى وُجُوهِكُمْ لَا أَكْذِبُ. | ٢٨ 28 |
Now, therefore, please look at me, for surely I would not lie to your face.
| اِرْجِعُوا. لَا يَكُونَنَّ ظُلْمٌ. اِرْجِعُوا أَيْضًا. فِيهِ حَقِّي. | ٢٩ 29 |
Relent, I beg you; let there be no injustice with you; Indeed, relent, for my cause is just.
| هَلْ فِي لِسَانِي ظُلْمٌ، أَمْ حَنَكِي لَا يُمَيِّزُ فَسَادًا؟ | ٣٠ 30 |
Is there evil on my tongue? Cannot my mouth detect malicious things?
