JOB 17	ايوب 17
1 "My spirit is broken, My days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.	1 [رُوحِي تَلِفَتْ. أَيَّامِي انْطَفَأَتْ. إِنَّمَا الْقُبُورُ لِي.
2 Are not mockers with me? And does not my eye dwell on their provocation?	2 [لَوْلاَ الْمُخَاتِلُونَ عِنْدِي وَعَيْنِي تَبِيتُ عَلَى مُشَاجَرَاتِهِمْ.
3 "Now put down a pledge for me with Yourself. Who is he who will shake hands with me?	3 كُنْ ضَامِنِي عِنْدَ نَفْسِكَ. مَنْ هُوَ الَّذِي يُصَفِّقُ يَدِي؟
4 For You have hidden their heart from understanding; Therefore You will not exalt them.	4 لأَنَّكَ مَنَعْتَ قَلْبَهُمْ عَنِ الْفِطْنَةِ. لأَجْلِ ذَلِكَ لاَ تَرْفَعُهُمُ.
5 He who speaks flattery to his friends, Even the eyes of his children will fail.	5 الَّذِي يُسَلِّمُ الأَصْحَابَ لِلسَّلْبِ تَتْلَفُ عُيُونُ بَنِيهِ.
6 "But He has made me a byword of the people, And I have become one in whose face men spit.	6 أَوْقَفَنِي مَثَلاً لِلشُّعُوبِ وَصِرْتُ لِلْبَصْقِ فِي الْوَجْهِ.
7 My eye has also grown dim because of sorrow, And all my members are like shadows.	7 كَلَّتْ عَيْنِي مِنَ الْحُزْنِ وَأَعْضَائِي كُلُّهَا كَالظِّلِّ.
8 Upright men are astonished at this, And the innocent stirs himself up against the hypocrite.	8 يَتَعَجَّبُ الْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ مِنْ هَذَا وَالْبَرِئُ يَقُومُ عَلَى الْفَاجِرِ.
9 Yet the righteous will hold to his way, And he who has clean hands will be stronger and stronger.	9 أَمَّا الصِّدِّيقُ فَيَسْتَمْسِكُ بِطَرِيقِهِ وَالطَّاهِرُ الْيَدَيْنِ يَزْدَادُ قُوَّةً.
10 "But please, come back again, all of you, For I shall not find one wise man among you.	10 [وَلَكِنِ ارْجِعُوا كُلُّكُمْ وَتَعَالُوْا فَلاَ أَجِدُ فِيكُمْ حَكِيماً.
11 My days are past, My purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.	11 أَيَّامِي قَدْ عَبَرَتْ. مَقَاصِدِي إِرْثُ قَلْبِي قَدِ انْتَزَعَتْ.
12 They change the night into day; 'The light is near,' they say, in the face of darkness.	12 يَجْعَلُونَ اللَّيْلَ نَهَاراً نُوراً قَرِيباً لِلظُّلْمَةِ.
13 If I wait for the grave as my house, If I make my bed in the darkness,	13 إِذَا رَجَوْتُ الْهَاوِيَةَ بَيْتاً لِي وَفِي الظَّلاَمِ مَهَّدْتُ فِرَاشِي
14 If I say to corruption, 'You are my father,' And to the worm, 'You are my mother and my sister,'	14 وَقُلْتُ لِلْقَبْرِ: أَنْتَ أَبِي وَلِلدُّودِ: أَنْتَ أُمِّي وَأُخْتِي
15 Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who can see it?	15 فَأَيْنَ إِذاً آمَالِي؟ آمَالِي مَنْ يُعَايِنُهَا!
16 Will they go down to the gates of Sheol? Shall we have rest together in the dust?"	16 تَهْبِطُ إِلَى مَغَالِيقِ الْهَاوِيَةِ إِذْ تَرْتَاحُ مَعاً فِي التُّرَابِ]