Job 40

1 And Yahweh responded to Job, and said: —

١ فَأَجَابَ ٱلرَّبُّ أَيُّوبَ فَقَالَ:

2 Shall a reprover contend, with the Almighty? He that disputeth with GOD, let him answer it!

٢ «هَلْ يُخَاصِمُ ٱلْقَدِيرَ مُوَبِّخُهُ، أَمِ ٱلْمُحَاجُّ ٱللهَ يُجَاوِبُهُ؟».

3 Then Job responded to Yahweh, and said: —

٣ فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ ٱلرَّبَّ وَقَالَ:

4 Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand, have I laid on my mouth:

٤ «هَا أَنَا حَقِيرٌ، فَمَاذَا أُجَاوِبُكَ؟ وَضَعْتُ يَدِي عَلَى فَمِي.

5 Once, have I spoken, but I will not proceed, yea twice, but I will not add.

٥ مَرَّةً تَكَلَّمْتُ فَلَا أُجِيبُ، وَمَرَّتَيْنِ فَلَا أَزِيدُ».

6 So then Yahweh responded to Job, out of a storm, and said: —

٦ فَأَجَابَ ٱلرَّبُّ أَيُّوبَ مِنَ ٱلْعَاصِفَةِ فَقَالَ:

7 Gird, I pray thee—as a strong man—thy loins, I will ask thee, and inform thou me.

٧ «ٱلْآنَ شُدَّ حَقْوَيْكَ كَرَجُلٍ. أَسْأَلُكَ فَتُعْلِمُنِي.

8 Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest appear right?

٨ لَعَلَّكَ تُنَاقِضُ حُكْمِي، تَسْتَذْنِبُنِي لِكَيْ تَتَبَرَّرَ أَنْتَ؟

9 But if, an arm like GOD, thou hast, and, with a voice like his, thou canst thunder,

٩ هَلْ لَكَ ذِرَاعٌ كَمَا لِلهِ، وَبِصَوْتٍ مِثْلِ صَوْتِهِ تُرْعِدُ؟

10 Deck thyself, I pray thee, with majesty and grandeur, Yea, with dignity and splendour, thou shalt clothe thyself;

١٠ تَزَيَّنِ ٱلْآنَ بِٱلْجَلَالِ وَٱلْعِزِّ، وَٱلْبَسِ ٱلْمَجْدَ وَٱلْبَهَاءَ.

11 Pour out thy transports of anger, and look on every one who is high, and lay him low;

١١ فَرِّقْ فَيْضَ غَضَبِكَ، وَٱنْظُرْ كُلَّ مُتَعَظِّمٍ وَٱخْفِضْهُ.

12 Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot:

١٢ اُنْظُرْ إِلَى كُلِّ مُتَعَظِّمٍ وَذَلِّلْهُ، وَدُسِ ٱلْأَشْرَارَ فِي مَكَانِهِمِ.

13 Hide them in the dust all together, Their faces, bind thou in darkness;

١٣ ٱطْمِرْهُمْ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ مَعًا، وَٱحْبِسْ وُجُوهَهُمْ فِي ٱلظَّلَامِ.

14 And, even I myself, will praise thee, in that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.

١٤ فَأَنَا أَيْضًا أَحْمَدُكَ لِأَنَّ يَمِينَكَ تُخَلِّصُكَ.

15 Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass—like the ox, he eateth;

١٥ «هُوَذَا بَهِيمُوثُ ٱلَّذِي صَنَعْتُهُ مَعَكَ يَأْكُلُ ٱلْعُشْبَ مِثْلَ ٱلْبَقَرِ.

16 Behold, I pray thee, his strength in his loins, and his force, in the muscles of his belly;

١٦ هَا هِيَ قُوَّتُهُ فِي مَتْنَيْهِ، وَشِدَّتُهُ فِي عَضَلِ بَطْنِهِ.

17 He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs, are twisted together;

١٧ يَخْفِضُ ذَنَبَهُ كَأَرْزَةٍ. عُرُوقُ فَخِذَيْهِ مَضْفُورَةٌ.

18 His bones, are barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron:

١٨ عِظَامُهُ أَنَابِيبُ نُحَاسٍ، جِرْمُهَا حَدِيدٌ مَمْطُولٌ.

19 He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword:

١٩ هُوَ أَوَّلُ أَعْمَالِ ٱللهِ. ٱلَّذِي صَنَعَهُ أَعْطَاهُ سَيْفَهُ.

20 Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;

٢٠ لِأَنَّ ٱلْجِبَالَ تُخْرِجُ لَهُ مَرْعًى، وَجَمِيعَ وُحُوشِ ٱلْبَرِّ تَلْعَبُ هُنَاكَ.

21 Under the lotus-trees, he lieth down, in a covert of reed and swamp;

٢١ تَحْتَ ٱلسِّدْرَاتِ يَضْطَجِعُ فِي سِتْرِ ٱلْقَصَبِ وَٱلْغَمِقَةِ.

22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade, the willows of the torrent-bed compass him about;

٢٢ تُظَلِّلُهُ ٱلسِّدْرَاتُ بِظِلِّهَا. يُحِيطُ بِهِ صَفْصَافُ ٱلسَّوَاقِي.

23 Lo! the river becometh insolent—he is not alarmed! He is confident, though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth:

٢٣ هُوَذَا ٱلنَّهْرُ يَفِيضُ فَلَا يَفِرُّ هُوَ. يَطْمَئِنُّ وَلَوِ ٱنْدَفَقَ ٱلْأُرْدُنُّ فِي فَمِهِ.

24 Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?

٢٤ هَلْ يُؤْخَذُ مِنْ أَمَامِهِ؟ هَلْ يُثْقَبُ أَنْفُهُ بِخِزَامَةٍ؟