Job 7
| Berean Standard Bible tier 2 | Smith–Van Dyck tier 2 |
|---|---|
| BSB 1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand? | SVD 1 «أَلَيْسَ جِهَادٌ لِلْإِنْسَانِ عَلَى ٱلْأَرْضِ، وَكَأَيَّامِ ٱلْأَجِيرِ أَيَّامُهُ؟ |
| BSB 2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages. | SVD 2 كَمَا يَتَشَوَّقُ ٱلْعَبْدُ إِلَى ٱلظِّلِّ، وَكَمَا يَتَرَجَّى ٱلْأَجِيرُ أُجْرَتَهُ، |
| BSB 3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed to me. | SVD 3 هَكَذَا تَعَيَّنَ لِي أَشْهُرُ سُوءٍ، وَلَيَالِي شَقَاءٍ قُسِمَتْ لِي. |
| BSB 4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn. | SVD 4 إِذَا ٱضْطَجَعْتُ أَقُولُ: مَتَى أَقُومُ؟ ٱللَّيْلُ يَطُولُ، وَأَشْبَعُ قَلَقًا حَتَّى ٱلصُّبْحِ. |
| BSB 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering. | SVD 5 لَبِسَ لَحْمِيَ ٱلدُّودُ مَعَ مَدَرِ ٱلتُّرَابِ. جِلْدِي كَرِشَ وَسَاخَ. |
| BSB 6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope. | SVD 6 أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنَ ٱلْوَشِيعَةِ، وَتَنْتَهِي بِغَيْرِ رَجَاءٍ. |
| BSB 7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness. | SVD 7 «اُذْكُرْ أَنَّ حَيَاتِي إِنَّمَا هِيَ رِيحٌ، وَعَيْنِي لَا تَعُودُ تَرَى خَيْرًا. |
| BSB 8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more. | SVD 8 لَا تَرَانِي عَيْنُ نَاظِرِي. عَيْنَاكَ عَلَيَّ وَلَسْتُ أَنَا. |
| BSB 9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. | SVD 9 ٱلسَّحَابُ يَضْمَحِلُّ وَيَزُولُ، هَكَذَا ٱلَّذِي يَنْزِلُ إِلَى ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ لَا يَصْعَدُ. |
| BSB 10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more. | SVD 10 لَا يَرْجِعُ بَعْدُ إِلَى بَيْتِهِ، وَلَا يَعْرِفُهُ مَكَانُهُ بَعْدُ. |
| BSB 11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. | SVD 11 أَنَا أَيْضًا لَا أَمْنَعُ فَمِي. أَتَكَلَّمُ بِضِيقِ رُوحِي. أَشْكُو بِمَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي. |
| BSB 12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard? | SVD 12 أَبَحْرٌ أَنَا أَمْ تِنِّينٌ، حَتَّى جَعَلْتَ عَلَيَّ حَارِسًا؟ |
| BSB 13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint, | SVD 13 إِنْ قُلْتُ: فِرَاشِي يُعَزِّينِي، مَضْجَعِي يَنْزِعُ كُرْبَتِي، |
| BSB 14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions, | SVD 14 تُرِيعُنِي بِٱلْأَحْلَامِ، وَتُرْهِبُنِي بِرُؤًى، |
| BSB 15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body. | SVD 15 فَٱخْتَارَتْ نَفْسِي ٱلْخَنِقَ، ٱلْمَوْتَ عَلَى عِظَامِي هَذِهِ. |
| BSB 16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath. | SVD 16 قَدْ ذُبْتُ. لَا إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ أَحْيَا. كُفَّ عَنِّي لِأَنَّ أَيَّامِي نَفْخَةٌ. |
| BSB 17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him, | SVD 17 مَا هُوَ ٱلْإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْتَبِرَهُ، وَحَتَّى تَضَعَ عَلَيْهِ قَلْبَكَ؟ |
| BSB 18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment? | SVD 18 وَتَتَعَهَّدَهُ كُلَّ صَبَاحٍ، وَكُلَّ لَحْظَةٍ تَمْتَحِنَهُ؟ |
| BSB 19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle? | SVD 19 حَتَّى مَتَى لَا تَلْتَفِتُ عَنِّي وَلَا تُرْخِينِي رَيْثَمَا أَبْلَعُ رِيقِي؟ |
| BSB 20 If I have sinned, what have I done to You, O watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, so that I am a burden to You? | SVD 20 أَأَخْطَأْتُ؟ مَاذَا أَفْعَلُ لَكَ يَا رَقِيبَ ٱلنَّاسِ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي عَاثُورًا لِنَفْسِكَ حَتَّى أَكُونَ عَلَى نَفْسِي حِمْلًا؟ |
| BSB 21 Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me, but I will be no more.” | SVD 21 وَلِمَاذَا لَا تَغْفِرُ ذَنْبِي، وَلَا تُزِيلُ إِثْمِي؟ لِأَنِّي ٱلْآنَ أَضْطَجِعُ فِي ٱلتُّرَابِ، تَطْلُبُنِي فَلَا أَكُونُ». |
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