Job 40

1 And the LORD said to Job:

1 فَأَجَابَ ٱلرَّبُّ أَيُّوبَ فَقَالَ:

2 “Will the faultfinder contend with the Almighty? Let him who argues with God give an answer.”

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

3 Then Job answered the LORD:

3 فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ ٱلرَّبَّ وَقَالَ:

4 “Behold, I am insignificant. How can I reply to You? I place my hand over my mouth.

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

5 I have spoken once, but I have no answer—twice, but I have nothing to add.”

5 مَرَّةً تَكَلَّمْتُ فَلَا أُجِيبُ، وَمَرَّتَيْنِ فَلَا أَزِيدُ».

6 Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind and said:

6 فَأَجَابَ ٱلرَّبُّ أَيُّوبَ مِنَ ٱلْعَاصِفَةِ فَقَالَ:

7 “Now brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall inform Me.

7 «ٱلْآنَ شُدَّ حَقْوَيْكَ كَرَجُلٍ. أَسْأَلُكَ فَتُعْلِمُنِي.

8 Would you really annul My justice? Would you condemn Me to justify yourself?

8 لَعَلَّكَ تُنَاقِضُ حُكْمِي، تَسْتَذْنِبُنِي لِكَيْ تَتَبَرَّرَ أَنْتَ؟

9 Do you have an arm like God’s? Can you thunder with a voice like His?

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

10 Then adorn yourself with majesty and splendor, and clothe yourself with honor and glory.

10 تَزَيَّنِ ٱلْآنَ بِٱلْجَلَالِ وَٱلْعِزِّ، وَٱلْبَسِ ٱلْمَجْدَ وَٱلْبَهَاءَ.

11 Unleash the fury of your wrath; look on every proud man and bring him low.

11 فَرِّقْ فَيْضَ غَضَبِكَ، وَٱنْظُرْ كُلَّ مُتَعَظِّمٍ وَٱخْفِضْهُ.

12 Look on every proud man and humble him; trample the wicked where they stand.

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

13 Bury them together in the dust; imprison them in the grave.

13 ٱطْمِرْهُمْ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ مَعًا، وَٱحْبِسْ وُجُوهَهُمْ فِي ٱلظَّلَامِ.

14 Then I will confess to you that your own right hand can save you.

14 فَأَنَا أَيْضًا أَحْمَدُكَ لِأَنَّ يَمِينَكَ تُخَلِّصُكَ.

15 Look at Behemoth, which I made along with you. He feeds on grass like an ox.

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

16 See the strength of his loins and the power in the muscles of his belly.

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

17 His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.

17 يَخْفِضُ ذَنَبَهُ كَأَرْزَةٍ. عُرُوقُ فَخِذَيْهِ مَضْفُورَةٌ.

18 His bones are tubes of bronze; his limbs are rods of iron.

18 عِظَامُهُ أَنَابِيبُ نُحَاسٍ، جِرْمُهَا حَدِيدٌ مَمْطُولٌ.

19 He is the foremost of God’s works; only his Maker can draw the sword against him.

19 هُوَ أَوَّلُ أَعْمَالِ ٱللهِ. ٱلَّذِي صَنَعَهُ أَعْطَاهُ سَيْفَهُ.

20 The hills yield him their produce, while all the beasts of the field play nearby.

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

21 He lies under the lotus plants, hidden among the reeds of the marsh.

21 تَحْتَ ٱلسِّدْرَاتِ يَضْطَجِعُ فِي سِتْرِ ٱلْقَصَبِ وَٱلْغَمِقَةِ.

22 The lotus plants conceal him in their shade; the willows of the brook surround him.

22 تُظَلِّلُهُ ٱلسِّدْرَاتُ بِظِلِّهَا. يُحِيطُ بِهِ صَفْصَافُ ٱلسَّوَاقِي.

23 Though the river rages, Behemoth is unafraid; he remains secure, though the Jordan surges to his mouth.

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

24 Can anyone capture him as he looks on, or pierce his nose with a snare?

24 هَلْ يُؤْخَذُ مِنْ أَمَامِهِ؟ هَلْ يُثْقَبُ أَنْفُهُ بِخِزَامَةٍ؟