< 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 make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
قُوَّةُ أَيْدِيهِمْ أَيْضًا مَا هِيَ لِي. فِيهِمْ عَجِزَتِ ٱلشَّيْخُوخَةُ. | ٢ 2 |
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
فِي ٱلْعَوَزِ وَٱلْمَحْلِ مَهْزُولُونَ، عَارِقُونَ ٱلْيَابِسَةَ ٱلَّتِي هِيَ مُنْذُ أَمْسِ خَرَابٌ وَخَرِبَةٌ. | ٣ 3 |
They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
ٱلَّذِينَ يَقْطِفُونَ ٱلْمَلَّاحَ عِنْدَ ٱلشِّيحِ، وَأُصُولُ ٱلرَّتَمِ خُبْزُهُمْ. | ٤ 4 |
They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
مِنَ ٱلْوَسَطِ يُطْرَدُونَ. يَصِيحُونَ عَلَيْهِمْ كَمَا عَلَى لِصٍّ. | ٥ 5 |
They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
لِلسَّكَنِ فِي أَوْدِيَةٍ مُرْعِبَةٍ وَثُقَبِ ٱلتُّرَابِ وَٱلصُّخُورِ. | ٦ 6 |
They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
بَيْنَ ٱلشِّيحِ يَنْهَقُونَ. تَحْتَ ٱلْعَوْسَجِ يَنْكَبُّونَ. | ٧ 7 |
They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
أَبْنَاءُ ٱلْحَمَاقَةِ، بَلْ أَبْنَاءُ أُنَاسٍ بِلَا ٱسْمٍ، سِيطُوا مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ. | ٨ 8 |
They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
«أَمَّا ٱلْآنَ فَصِرْتُ أُغْنِيَتَهُمْ، وَأَصْبَحْتُ لَهُمْ مَثَلًا! | ٩ 9 |
And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
يَكْرَهُونَنِي. يَبْتَعِدُونَ عَنِّي، وَأَمَامَ وَجْهِي لَمْ يُمْسِكُوا عَنِ ٱلْبَصْقِ. | ١٠ 10 |
I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
لِأَنَّهُ أَطْلَقَ ٱلْعِنَانَ وَقَهَرَنِي، فَنَزَعُوا ٱلزِّمَامَ قُدَّامِي. | ١١ 11 |
For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
عَنِ ٱلْيَمِينِ ٱلْفُرُوخُ يَقُومُونَ يُزِيحُونَ رِجْلِي، وَيُعِدُّونَ عَلَيَّ طُرُقَهُمْ لِلْبَوَارِ. | ١٢ 12 |
The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
أَفْسَدُوا سُبُلِي. أَعَانُوا عَلَى سُقُوطِي. لَا مُسَاعِدَ عَلَيْهِمْ. | ١٣ 13 |
They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
يَأْتُونَ كَصَدْعٍ عَرِيضٍ. تَحْتَ ٱلْهَدَّةِ يَتَدَحْرَجُونَ. | ١٤ 14 |
As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
اِنْقَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَهْوَالٌ. طَرَدَتْ كَٱلرِّيحِ نِعْمَتِي، فَعَبَرَتْ كَٱلسَّحَابِ سَعَادَتِي. | ١٥ 15 |
Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
«فَٱلْآنَ ٱنْهَالَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ، وَأَخَذَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ١٦ 16 |
But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
ٱللَّيْلَ يَنْخَرُ عِظَامِي فِيَّ، وَعَارِقِيَّ لَا تَهْجَعُ. | ١٧ 17 |
The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
بِكَثْرَةِ ٱلشِّدَّةِ تَنَكَّرَ لِبْسِي. مِثْلَ جَيْبِ قَمِيصِي حَزَمَتْنِي. | ١٨ 18 |
With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
قَدْ طَرَحَنِي فِي ٱلْوَحْلِ، فَأَشْبَهْتُ ٱلتُّرَابَ وَٱلرَّمَادَ. | ١٩ 19 |
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
إِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ فَمَا تَسْتَجِيبُ لِي. أَقُومُ فَمَا تَنْتَبِهُ إِلَيَّ. | ٢٠ 20 |
You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
تَحَوَّلْتَ إِلَى جَافٍ مِنْ نَحْوِي. بِقُدْرَةِ يَدِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي. | ٢١ 21 |
You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
حَمَلْتَنِي، أَرْكَبْتَنِي ٱلرِّيحَ وَذَوَّبْتَنِي تَشَوُّهًا. | ٢٢ 22 |
Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
لِأَنِّي أَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ إِلَى ٱلْمَوْتِ تُعِيدُنِي، وَإِلَى بَيْتِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ. | ٢٣ 23 |
For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
وَلَكِنْ فِي ٱلْخَرَابِ أَلَا يَمُدُّ يَدًا؟ فِي ٱلْبَلِيَّةِ أَلَا يَسْتَغِيثُ عَلَيْهَا؟ | ٢٤ 24 |
Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?
«أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ عَسَرَ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَكْتَئِبْ نَفْسِي عَلَى ٱلْمِسْكِينِ؟ | ٢٥ 25 |
Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
حِينَمَا تَرَجَّيْتُ ٱلْخَيْرَ جَاءَ ٱلشَّرُّ، وَٱنْتَظَرْتُ ٱلنُّورَ فَجَاءَ ٱلدُّجَى. | ٢٦ 26 |
For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
أَمْعَائِي تَغْلِي وَلَا تَكُفُّ. تَقَدَّمَتْنِي أَيَّامُ ٱلْمَذَلَّةِ. | ٢٧ 27 |
My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
اِسْوَدَدْتُ لَكِنْ بِلَا شَمْسٍ. قُمْتُ فِي ٱلْجَمَاعَةِ أَصْرُخُ. | ٢٨ 28 |
I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
صِرْتُ أَخًا لِلذِّئَابِ، وَصَاحِبًا لِرِئَالِ ٱلنَّعَامِ. | ٢٩ 29 |
I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
حَرِشَ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَعِظَامِي ٱحْتَرَّتْ مِنَ ٱلْحَرَارَةِ فِيَّ. | ٣٠ 30 |
My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
صَارَ عُودِي لِلنَّوْحِ، وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ ٱلْبَاكِينَ. | ٣١ 31 |
And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.