Job 7
1 “Is not a man forced to labor on earth? Are not his days like the days of a hired hand?
| أَلَيْسَتْ حَيَاةُ الإِنْسَانِ جِهَاداً شَاقّاً عَلَى الأَرْضِ، وَأَيَّامُهُ كَأَيَّامِ الأَجِيرِ؟ | ١ |
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
| فَكَمَا يَتَشَوَّقُ الْعَبْدُ إِلَى الظِّلِّ، وَالأَجِيرُ يَرْتَقِبُ أُجْرَتَهُ، | ٢ |
3 so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
| هَكَذَا كُتِبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَشْهُرُ سُوءٍ، وَلَيَالِي شَقَاءٍ قُدِّرَتْ لِي. | ٣ |
4 When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
| إِذَا رَقَدْتُ أَتَسَاءَلُ: مَتَى أَقُومُ؟ وَلَكِنَّ اللَّيْلَ طَوِيلٌ، وَأَشْبَعُ قَلَقاً إِلَى الصَّبَاحِ. | ٤ |
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
| اكْتَسَى لَحْمِي بِالدُّودِ وَحَمْأَةِ التُّرَابِ، وَجِلْدِي تَشَقَّقَ وَتَقَرَّحَ. | ٥ |
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
| أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنْ مَكُّوكِ النَّسَّاجِينَ، تَتَلاَشَى مِنْ غَيْرِ رَجَاءٍ! | ٦ |
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.
| فَاذْكُرْ يَااللهُ أَنَّ حَيَاتِي لَيْسَتْ سِوَى نَسَمَةٍ، وَأَنَّ عَيْنَيَّ لَنْ تَعُودَا تَرَيَانِ الْخَيْرَ. | ٧ |
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
| إِنَّ عَيْنَ مَنْ يَرَانِي الآنَ لَنْ تُبْصِرَنِي فِيمَا بَعْدُ، وَتَلْتَفِتُ عَيْنَاكَ إِلَيَّ فلاَ تَجِدَانِنِي بَعْدُ. | ٨ |
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol (Sheol h7585) will come up no more.
| كَمَا يَضْمَحِلُّ السَّحَابُ وَيَزُولُ، هَكَذَا الْمُنْحَدِرُ إِلَى الْهَاوِيَةِ لاَ يَصْعَدُ، (Sheol h7585) | ٩ |
10 He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
| لاَ يَرْجِعُ بَعْدُ إِلَى مَنْزِلِهِ، وَمَكَانُهُ لاَ يَعْرِفُهُ بَعْدُ. | ١٠ |
11 “Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
| لِذَلِكَ لَنْ أُلْجِمَ فَمِي، وَسَأَتَكَلَّمُ مِنْ عُمْقِ عَذَابِ رُوحِي، وَأَشْكُو فِي مَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي. | ١١ |
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
| أَبَحْرٌ أَنَا أَمْ تِنِّينٌ، حَتَّى أَقَمْتَ عَلَيَّ حَارِساً؟ | ١٢ |
13 When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
| إِنْ قُلْتُ: إِنَّ فِرَاشِي يُعَزِّينِي وَمَرْقَدِي يُزِيلُ كُرْبَتِي، | ١٣ |
14 then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
| فَأَنْتَ تُرَوِّعُنِي بِالأَحْلاَمِ وَتُرْهِبُنِي بِالرُّؤَى. | ١٤ |
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
| لِذَلِكَ فَضَّلْتُ الاخْتِنَاقَ وَالْمَوْتَ عَلَى جَسَدِي هَذَا. | ١٥ |
16 I loathe my life. I do not want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
| كَرِهْتُ حَيَاتِي، فَلَنْ أَحْيَا إِلَى الأَبَدِ، فَكُفَّ عَنِّي لأَنَّ أَيَّامِي نَفْخَةٌ. | ١٦ |
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
| مَنْ هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْتَبِرَهُ وَتُعِيرَهُ كُلَّ اهْتِمَامٍ؟ | ١٧ |
18 that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
| تَفْتَقِدُهُ فِي كُلِّ صَبَاحٍ وَتَمْتَحِنُهُ فِي كُلِّ لَحْظَةٍ؟ | ١٨ |
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
| حَتَّى مَتَى لاَ تُحَوِّلُ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي، وَتَكُفُّ رَيْثَمَا أَبْلَعُ رِيقِي؟ | ١٩ |
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
| إِنْ أَخْطَأْتُ فَمَاذَا أَفْعَلُ لَكَ يَارَقِيبَ النَّاسِ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي هَدَفاً لَكَ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي حِمْلاً عَلَى نَفْسِي؟ | ٢٠ |
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will not be.”
| لِمَاذَا لاَ تَصْفَحُ عَنْ إِثْمِي وَتُزِيلُ ذَنْبِي، لأَنَّنِي الآنَ أَرْقُدُ فِي التُّرَابِ، وَعِنْدَمَا تَبْحَثُ عَنِّي أَكُونُ قَدْ فَنِيتُ». | ٢١ |
