Job 17

1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.

1 تَلِفَتْ رُوحِي وَانْطَفَأَتْ أَيَّامِي، وَالْقَبْرُ مُعَدٌّ لِي.

2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.

2 الْمُسْتَهْزِئُونَ يُحَاصِرُونَنِي، الَّذِينَ تَشْهَدُ عَيْنِي مُشَاجَرَاتِهِمْ.

3 Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?

3 كُنْ لِي ضَامِناً عِنْدَ نَفْسِكَ، إِذْ مَنْ يُمْكِنُ أَنْ يَكُونَ كَفِيلِي؟

4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.

4 فَأَنْتَ حَجَبْتَ الْفِطْنَةَ عَنْ قُلُوبِهِمْ، لِذَلِكَ لَنْ تُظْفِرَهُمْ،

5 If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.

5 وَلْتَتْلَفْ عُيُونُ أَبْنَاءِ مَنْ يَشِي بِأَصْحَابِهِ طَمَعاً فِي أَمْلاكِهِمْ.

6 He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.

6 لَقَدْ جَعَلَنِي مَثَلاً لِلأُمَمِ، وَصَارَ وَجْهِي مَبْصَقَةً.

7 My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.

7 كَلَّتْ عَيْنَايَ حُزْناً وَأَصْبَحَتْ أَعْضَائِي كَالظِّلِّ،

8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.

8 فَزِعَ الْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ مِنْ هَذَا، وَثَارَ الْبَرِيءُ عَلَى الْفَاجِرِ،

9 Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.

9 أَمَّا الصِّدِّيقُ فَيَتَمَسَّكُ بِطَرِيقِهِ، وَيَزْدَادُ الطَّاهِرُ الْيَدَيْنِ قُوَّةً.

10 But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.

10 وَلَكِنِ ارْجِعُوا جَمِيعُكُمْ، تَعَالَوْا كُلُّكُمْ، فَلا أَجِدُ فِيكُمْ حَكِيماً.

11 My days have passed; my plans are broken off—even the desires of my heart.

11 قَدْ عَبَرَتْ أَيَّامِي، وَتَمَزَّقَتْ مَآرِبِي الَّتِي هِيَ رَغْبَاتُ قَلْبِي.

12 They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.

12 يَجْعَلُونَ اللَّيْلَ نَهَاراً، وَعَلَى الرَّغْمِ مِنَ الظُّلْمَةِ يَقُولُونَ:’إِنَّ النُّورَ قَرِيبٌ!‘

13 If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

13 إِذَا رَجَوْتُ أَنْ تَكوُنَ الْهَاوِيَةُ مَقَرّاً لِي، وَمَهَّدْتُ فِي الظَّلامِ فِرَاشِي،

14 and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

14 وَإِنْ قُلْتُ لِلْقَبْرِ أَنْتَ أَبِي، وَلِلدُّودِ أَنْتَ أُمِّي أَوْ أُخْتِي،

15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?

15 فَأَيْنَ إِذاً آمَالِي؟ وَمَنْ يُعَايِنُ رَجَائِي؟

16 Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”

16 أَلا تَنْحَدِرُ إِلَى مَغَالِيقِ الْهَاوِيَةِ، وَنَسْتَقِرُّ مَعاً فِي التُّرَابِ؟»