JOB 30	ايوب 30
1 "But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.	1 [وَأَمَّا الآنَ فَقَدْ ضَحِكَ عَلَيَّ مَنْ يَصْغُرُنِي فِي الأَيَّامِ الَّذِينَ كُنْتُ أَسْتَنْكِفُ مِنْ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ آبَاءَهُمْ مَعَ كِلاَبِ غَنَمِي.
2 Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.	2 قُوَّةُ أَيْدِيهِمْ أَيْضاً مَا هِيَ لِي. فِيهِمْ عَجِزَتِ الشَّيْخُوخَةُ.
3 They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,	3 فِي الْعَوَزِ وَالْمَجَاعَةِ مَهْزُولُونَ يَنْبِشُونَ الْيَابِسَةَ الَّتِي هِيَ مُنْذُ أَمْسِ خَرَابٌ وَخَرِبَةٌ.
4 Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food.	4 الَّذِينَ يَقْطِفُونَ الْمَلاَّحَ عِنْدَ الشِّيحِ وَأُصُولُ الرَّتَمِ خُبْزُهُمْ.
5 They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief.	5 مِنَ الْوَسَطِ يُطْرَدُونَ. يَصِيحُونَ عَلَيْهِمْ كَمَا عَلَى لِصٍّ.
6 They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks.	6 لِلسَّكَنِ فِي أَوْدِيَةٍ مُرْعِبَةٍ وَثُقَبِ التُّرَابِ وَالصُّخُورِ.
7 Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled.	7 بَيْنَ الشِّيحِ يَنْهَقُونَ. تَحْتَ الْعَوْسَجِ يَنْكَبُّونَ.
8 They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land.	8 أَبْنَاءُ الْحَمَاقَةِ بَلْ أَبْنَاءُ أُنَاسٍ بِلاَ اسْمٍ دُحِرُوا مِنَ الأَرْضِ.
9 "And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword.	9 [أَمَّا الآنَ فَصِرْتُ أُغْنِيَتَهُمْ وَأَصْبَحْتُ لَهُمْ مَثَلاً!
10 They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face.	10 يَكْرَهُونَنِي. يَبْتَعِدُونَ عَنِّي وَأَمَامَ وَجْهِي لَمْ يُمْسِكُوا عَنِ الْبَصْقِ.
11 Because He has loosed mybowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me.	11 لأَنَّهُ أَطْلَقَ الْعَنَانَ وَقَهَرَنِي فَنَزَعُوا الزِّمَامَ قُدَّامِي.
12 At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction.	12 عَنِ الْيَمِينِ السَّفَلَةُ يَقُومُونَ يُزِيحُونَ رِجْلِي وَيُعِدُّونَ عَلَيَّ طُرُقَهُمْ لِلْبَوَارِ.
13 They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.	13 أَفْسَدُوا سُبُلِي. أَعَانُوا عَلَى سُقُوطِي. لاَ مُسَاعِدَ عَلَيْهِمْ.
14 They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along.	14 يَأْتُونَ كَصَدْعٍ عَرِيضٍ. تَحْتَ الْهَدَّةِ يَتَدَحْرَجُونَ.
15 Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.	15 اِنْقَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ أَهْوَالٌ. طَرَدَتْ كَالرِّيحِ نِعْمَتِي فَعَبَرَتْ كَالسَّحَابِ سَعَادَتِي.
16 "And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.	16 [فَالآنَ انْهَالَتْ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ وَأَخَذَتْنِي أَيَّامُ الْمَذَلَّةِ.
17 My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.	17 اللَّيْلَ يَنْخَرُ عِظَامِي فِيَّ وَعَارِقِيَّ لاَ تَهْجَعُ.
18 By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.	18 بِكَثْرَةِ الشِّدَّةِ تَنَكَّرَ لِبْسِي. مِثْلَ جَيْبِ قَمِيصِي حَزَمَتْنِي.
19 He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.	19 قَدْ طَرَحَنِي فِي الْوَحْلِ فَأَشْبَهْتُ التُّرَابَ وَالرَّمَادَ.
20 "I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me.	20 إِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ فَمَا تَسْتَجِيبُ لِي. أَقُومُ فَمَا تَنْتَبِهُ إِلَيَّ.
21 But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.	21 تَحَوَّلْتَ إِلَى جَافٍ مِنْ نَحْوِي. بِقُدْرَةِ يَدِكَ تَضْطَهِدُنِي.
22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success.	22 حَمَلْتَنِي أَرْكَبْتَنِي الرِّيحَ وَذَوَّبْتَنِي تَشَوُّهاً.
23 For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.	23 لأَنِّي أَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ إِلَى الْمَوْتِ تُعِيدُنِي وَإِلَى بَيْتِ مِيعَادِ كُلِّ حَيٍّ.
24 "Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.	24 وَلَكِنْ فِي الْخَرَابِ أَلاَ يَمُدُّ يَداً؟ فِي الْبَلِيَّةِ أَلاَ يَسْتَغِيثُ عَلَيْهَا؟
25 Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?	25 [أَلَمْ أَبْكِ لِمَنْ عَسَرَ يَوْمُهُ؟ أَلَمْ تَكْتَئِبْ نَفْسِي عَلَى الْمِسْكِينِ؟
26 But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.	26 حِينَمَا تَرَجَّيْتُ الْخَيْرَ جَاءَ الشَّرُّ وَانْتَظَرْتُ النُّورَ فَجَاءَ الدُّجَى.
27 My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.	27 أَمْعَائِي تَغْلِي وَلاَ تَكُفُّ. تَقَدَّمَتْنِي أَيَّامُ الْمَذَلَّةِ.
28 I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.	28 اِسْوَدَدْتُ لَكِنْ بِلاَ شَمْسٍ. قُمْتُ فِي الْجَمَاعَةِ أَصْرُخُ.
29 I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches.	29 صِرْتُ أَخاً لِلذِّئَابِ وَصَاحِباً لِلنَّعَامِ.
30 My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.	30 إِسْوَدَّ جِلْدِي عَلَيَّ وَعِظَامِي احْتَرَقَتْ مِنَ الْحُمَّى فِيَّ.
31 My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.	31 صَارَ عُودِي لِلنَّوْحِ وَمِزْمَارِي لِصَوْتِ الْبَاكِينَ.