أَيُّوبَ 17
| «رُوحِي تَلِفَتْ. أَيَّامِي ٱنْطَفَأَتْ. إِنَّمَا ٱلْقُبُورُ لِي. | ١ 1 |
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
| «لَوْلَا ٱلْمُخَاتِلُونَ عِنْدِي، وَعَيْنِي تَبِيتُ عَلَى مُشَاجَرَاتِهِمْ. | ٢ 2 |
Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
| كُنْ ضَامِنِي عِنْدَ نَفْسِكَ. مَنْ هُوَ ٱلَّذِي يُصَفِّقُ يَدِي؟ | ٣ 3 |
Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
| لِأَنَّكَ مَنَعْتَ قَلْبَهُمْ عَنِ ٱلْفِطْنَةِ، لِأَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَا تَرْفَعُهُمُ. | ٤ 4 |
You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
| ٱلَّذِي يُسَلِّمُ ٱلْأَصْحَابَ لِلسَّلْبِ، تَتْلَفُ عُيُونُ بَنِيهِ. | ٥ 5 |
If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
| أَوْقَفَنِي مَثَلًا لِلشُّعُوبِ، وَصِرْتُ لِلْبَصْقِ فِي ٱلْوَجْهِ. | ٦ 6 |
He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
| كَلَّتْ عَيْنِي مِنَ ٱلْحُزْنِ، وَأَعْضَائِي كُلُّهَا كَٱلظِّلِّ. | ٧ 7 |
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
| يَتَعَجَّبُ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ مِنْ هَذَا، وَٱلْبَرِئُ يَنْتَهِضُ عَلَى ٱلْفَاجِرِ. | ٨ 8 |
The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
| أَمَّا ٱلصِّدِّيقُ فَيَسْتَمْسِكُ بِطَرِيقِهِ، وَٱلطَّاهِرُ ٱلْيَدَيْنِ يَزْدَادُ قُوَّةً. | ٩ 9 |
Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
| «وَلَكِنِ ٱرْجِعُوا كُلُّكُمْ وَتَعَالَوْا، فَلَا أَجِدُ فِيكُمْ حَكِيمًا. | ١٠ 10 |
But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
| أَيَّامِي قَدْ عَبَرَتْ. مَقَاصِدِي، إِرْثُ قَلْبِي، قَدِ ٱنْتَزَعَتْ. | ١١ 11 |
My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
| يَجْعَلُونَ ٱللَّيْلَ نَهَارًا، نُورًا قَرِيبًا لِلظُّلْمَةِ. | ١٢ 12 |
They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
| إِذَا رَجَوْتُ ٱلْهَاوِيَةَ بَيْتًا لِي، وَفِي ٱلظَّلَامِ مَهَّدْتُ فِرَاشِي، (Sheol h7585) | ١٣ 13 |
If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, (Sheol h7585)
| وَقُلْتُ لِلْقَبْرِ: أَنْتَ أَبِي، وَلِلدُّودِ: أَنْتَ أُمِّي وَأُخْتِي، | ١٤ 14 |
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
| فَأَيْنَ إِذًا آمَالِي؟ آمَالِي، مَنْ يُعَايِنُهَا؟ | ١٥ 15 |
where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
