ﺃﻳﻮﺏ 17 ~ Job 17

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1 « رُوحِي مُكَبَّلَةٌ، وَحَياتِي مُطفَأةٌ، وَالقَبرُ فِي انتِظارِي.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

2 ي َهزَأُ الجَمِيعُ بِي، وَأنا أُراقِبُ هُجُومَهُمْ عَلَيَّ بِشَراسَةٍ.

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

3 « كُنْ أنْتَ ضَامِنِي عِنْدَكَ، فَمَنْ غَيرُكُ يَرضَى أنْ يُصافِحَ يَدِي؟

Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

4 ل أنَّكَ أغلَقتَ عُقُولَ أصحابِي لِئَلّا يَفهَمُوا، فَلا تَدَعْهُمْ يَرْفَعُونَ أنفُسَهُمْ عَلَيَّ.

For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

5 م َعَ أنَّهُ يُقالُ: ‹الصّاحِبُ يَدْعَمُ أصْحابَهُ، حَتَّى لَوْ تَلِفَتْ عُيُونُ أولادِهِ بُكاءً!›

He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

6 ج َعَلَنِي اللهُ أُمثُولَةً لِشُعُوبِ الأرْضِ، وَعَيَّنَ وَجْهِي لِلبُصاقِ.

He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

7 ض َعُفَتْ عَينايَ مِنَ الحُزنِ. وَصارَتْ أعضاءُ جَسَدِي هَزِيلَةً كَالظِّلِّ.

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

8 ص ُدِمَ المُستَقِيمُونَ مِنْ حالَتِي، وَانْزَعَجَ البَريءُ مِنَ الشِّرِّيرِ.

Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

9 ي َتَمَسَّكُ الصّالِحُ بِطَرِيقِهِ، وَيَزدادُ طاهِرُ اليَدَينِ قُوَّةً.

The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

10 « لَكِنْ عُودُوا جَمِيعاً لِمُهاجَمَتِي، فَلَنْ أجِدَ شَخصاً حَكِيماً بَينَكُمْ.

But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

11 ا نقَضَتْ حَياتِي، وَتَمَزَّقَتْ أحلامِي، وَزالَ رَجائِي.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

12 ا نقَلَبَتْ حَياتِي. فَصارَ اللَّيلُ نَهاراً، وَالمَساءُ فَجراً.

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

13 « إذِ اشتَهَيْتُ الهاوِيَةَ بَيتاً لِي، وَأنْ أجْعَلَ سَرِيرِي فِي الظَّلامِ.

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

14 إ ذْ قُلْتُ لِلهاوِيَةِ: أنتِ أبِي، وَللِدُّودَةِ: أنتِ أُمِّي أوْ أُختِي،

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

15 ف َأينَ يَكُونُ رَجائِي إذاً؟ وَمَنْ سَيَرى آمالِي بَعْدِي؟

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

16 ه َلْ سَيَهبِطُ رَجائِي مَعِي إلَى مَدخَلِ الهاوِيَةِ، أمْ سَيُدفَنُ مَعِي فِي التُّرابِ؟»

They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.