Job 6

1 Then Job replied:

1 فَأَجَابَ أَيُّوبُ وَقَالَ:

2 “If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.

2 «لَيْتَ كَرْبِي وُزِنَ، وَمُصِيبَتِي رُفِعَتْ فِي ٱلْمَوَازِينِ جَمِيعَهَا،

3 For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—no wonder my words have been rash.

3 لِأَنَّهَا ٱلْآنَ أَثْقَلُ مِنْ رَمْلِ ٱلْبَحْرِ. مِنْ أَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لَغَا كَلَامِي.

4 For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

4 لِأَنَّ سِهَامَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ فِيَّ وَحُمَتَهَا شَارِبَةٌ رُوحِي. أَهْوَالُ ٱللهِ مُصْطَفَّةٌ ضِدِّي.

5 Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?

5 هَلْ يَنْهَقُ ٱلْفَرَا عَلَى ٱلْعُشْبِ، أَوْ يَخُورُ ٱلثَّوْرُ عَلَى عَلَفِهِ؟

6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?

6 هَلْ يُؤْكَلُ ٱلْمَسِيخُ بِلَا مِلْحٍ، أَوْ يُوجَدُ طَعْمٌ فِي مَرَقِ ٱلْبَقْلَةِ؟

7 My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me.

7 مَا عَافَتْ نَفْسِي أَنْ تَمَسَّهَا، هَذِه صَارَتْ مِثْلَ خُبْزِيَ ٱلْكَرِيهِ!

8 If only my request were granted and God would fulfill my hope:

8 «يَا لَيْتَ طِلْبَتِي تَأْتِي وَيُعْطِينِيَ ٱللهُ رَجَائِي!

9 that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!

9 أَنْ يَرْضَى ٱللهُ بِأَنْ يَسْحَقَنِي، وَيُطْلِقَ يَدَهُ فَيَقْطَعَنِي.

10 It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

10 فَلَا تَزَالُ تَعْزِيَتِي وَٱبْتِهَاجِي فِي عَذَابٍ، لَا يُشْفِقُ: أَنِّي لَمْ أَجْحَدْ كَلَامَ ٱلْقُدُّوسِ.

11 What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?

11 مَا هِيَ قُوَّتِي حَتَّى أَنْتَظِرَ؟ وَمَا هِيَ نِهَايَتِي حَتَّى أُصَبِّرَ نَفْسِي؟

12 Is my strength like that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?

12 هَلْ قُوَّتِي قُوَّةُ ٱلْحِجَارَةِ؟ هَلْ لَحْمِي نُحَاسٌ؟

13 Is there any help within me now that success is driven from me?

13 أَلَا إِنَّهُ لَيْسَتْ فِيَّ مَعُونَتِي، وَٱلْمُسَاعَدَةُ مَطْرُودَةٌ عَنِّي!

14 A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

14 «حَقُّ ٱلْمَحْزُونِ مَعْرُوفٌ مِنْ صَاحِبِهِ، وَإِنْ تَرَكَ خَشْيَةَ ٱلْقَدِيرِ.

15 But my brothers are as faithless as wadis, as seasonal streams that overflow,

15 أَمَّا إِخْوَانِي فَقَدْ غَدَرُوا مِثْلَ ٱلْغَدِيرِ. مِثْلَ سَاقِيَةِ ٱلْوُدْيَانِ يَعْبُرُونَ،

16 darkened because of the ice and the inflow of melting snow,

16 ٱلَّتِي هِيَ عَكِرَةٌ مِنَ ٱلْبَرَدِ، وَيَخْتَفِي فِيهَا ٱلْجَلِيدُ.

17 but ceasing in the dry season and vanishing from their channels in the heat.

17 إِذَا جَرَتِ ٱنْقَطَعَتْ. إِذَا حَمِيَتْ جَفَّتْ مِنْ مَكَانِهَا.

18 Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.

18 يُعَرِّجُ ٱلسَّفْرُ عَنْ طَرِيقِهِمْ، يَدْخُلُونَ ٱلتِّيهَ فَيَهْلِكُونَ.

19 The caravans of Tema look for water; the travelers of Sheba hope to find it.

19 نَظَرَتْ قَوَافِلُ تَيْمَاءَ. سَيَّارَةُ سَبَا رَجَوْهَا.

20 They are confounded because they had hoped; their arrival brings disappointment.

20 خَزُوا فِي مَا كَانُوا مُطْمَئِنِّينَ. جَاءُوا إِلَيْهَا فَخَجِلُوا.

21 For now you are of no help; you see terror, and you are afraid.

21 فَٱلْآنَ قَدْ صِرْتُمْ مِثْلَهَا. رَأَيْتُمْ ضَرْبَةً فَفَزِعْتُمْ.

22 Have I ever said, ‘Give me something; offer me a bribe from your wealth;

22 هَلْ قُلْتُ: أَعْطُونِي شَيْئًا، أَوْ مِنْ مَالِكُمُ ٱرْشُوا مِنْ أَجْلِي؟

23 deliver me from the hand of the enemy; redeem me from the grasp of the ruthless’?

23 أَوْ نَجُّونِي مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْخَصْمِ، أَوْ مِنْ يَدِ ٱلْعُتَاةِ ٱفْدُونِي؟

24 Teach me, and I will be silent. Help me understand how I have erred.

24 عَلِّمُونِي فَأَنَا أَسْكُتُ، وَفَهِّمُونِي فِي أَيِّ شَيْءٍ ضَلَلْتُ.

25 How painful are honest words! But what does your argument prove?

25 مَا أَشَدَّ ٱلْكَلَامَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمَ، وَأَمَّا ٱلتَّوْبِيخُ مِنْكُمْ فَعَلَى مَاذَا يُبَرْهِنُ؟

26 Do you intend to correct my words, and treat as wind my cry of despair?

26 هَلْ تَحْسِبُونَ أَنْ تُوَبِّخُوا كَلِمَاتٍ، وَكَلَامُ ٱلْيَائِسِ لِلرِّيحِ؟

27 You would even cast lots for an orphan and barter away your friend.

27 بَلْ تُلْقُونَ عَلَى ٱلْيَتِيمِ، وَتَحْفُرُونَ حُفْرَةً لِصَاحِبِكُمْ.

28 But now, please look at me. Would I lie to your face?

28 وَٱلْآنَ تَفَرَّسُوا فِيَّ، فَإِنِّي عَلَى وُجُوهِكُمْ لَا أَكْذِبُ.

29 Reconsider; do not be unjust. Reconsider, for my righteousness is at stake.

29 اِرْجِعُوا. لَا يَكُونَنَّ ظُلْمٌ. اِرْجِعُوا أَيْضًا. فِيهِ حَقِّي.

30 Is there iniquity on my tongue? Can my mouth not discern malice?

30 هَلْ فِي لِسَانِي ظُلْمٌ، أَمْ حَنَكِي لَا يُمَيِّزُ فَسَادًا؟