Job 16

NEW JERUSALEM	SMITH VAN DYKE
1 Job spoke next. He said:	1 فاجاب ايوب وقال
2 How often have I heard al this before! What sorry comforters you are!	2 قد سمعت كثيرا مثل هذا. معزون متعبون كلكم.
3 'When wil these windy arguments be over?' or again, 'What sickness drives you to defend yourself?'	3 هل من نهاية لكلام فارغ. او ماذا يهيجك حتى تجاوب.
4 Oh yes! I too could talk as you do, if you were in my place; I could overwhelm you with speeches,shaking my head over you,	4 انا ايضا استطيع ان اتكلم مثلكم لو كانت انفسكم مكان نفسي وان اسرد عليكم اقوالا وأنغض راسي اليكم.
5 and speak words of encouragement, and then have no more to say.	5 بل كنت اشددكم بفمي وتعزية شفتيّ تمسككم
6 When I speak, my suffering does not stop; if I say nothing, is it in any way reduced?	6 ان تكلمت لم تمتنع كآبتي. وان سكت فماذا يذهب عني.
7 And now it is driving me to distraction; you have struck my whole acquaintanceship with horror,	7 انه الآن ضجّرني. خربت كل جماعتي.
8 now it rounds on me, my slanderer has now turned witness, he appears against me, accusing me faceto face;	8 قبضت عليّ. وجد شاهد. قام عليّ هزالي يجاوب في وجهي.
9 his anger tears and hounds me with gnashing teeth. My enemies look daggers at me,	9 غضبه افترسني واضطهدني. حرّق عليّ اسنانه. عدوي يحدد عينيه عليّ.
10 and open gaping jaws. Their sneers strike like slaps in the face; and they all set on me at once.	10 فغروا عليّ افواههم. لطموني على فكّي تعييرا. تعاونوا عليّ جميعا.
11 Yes, God has handed me over to the godless, and cast me into the hands of the wicked.	11 دفعني الله الى الظالم وفي ايدي الاشرار طرحني.
12 I was living at peace, until he made me totter, taking me by the neck to shatter me. He has set me upas his target:	12 كنت مستريحا فزعزعني وامسك بقفاي فحطمني ونصبني له غرضا.
13 he shoots his arrows at me from all sides, pitilessly pierces my loins, and pours my gal out on theground.	13 احاطت بي رماته. شق كليتيّ ولم يشفق. سفك مرارتي على الارض.
14 Breach after breach he drives through me, charging on me like a warrior.	14 يقتحمني اقتحاما على اقتحام. يعدو عليّ كجبار.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, thrown my forehead in the dust.	15 خطت مسحا على جلدي ودسست في التراب قرني.
16 My face is red with tears, and shadow dark as death covers my eyelids.	16 احمر وجهي من البكاء وعلى هدبي ظل الموت.
17 Nonetheless, my hands are free of violence, and my prayer is pure.	17 مع انه لا ظلم في يدي وصلاتي خالصة
18 Cover not my blood, O earth, and let my cry mount without cease!	18 يا ارض لا تغطي دمي ولا يكن مكان لصراخي.
19 Henceforth I have a witness in heaven, my defender is there on high.	19 ايضا الآن هوذا في السموات شهيدي وشاهدي في الاعالي.
20 Interpreter of my thoughts there with God, before whom flow my tears,	20 المستهزئون بي هم اصحابي. لله تقطر عيني
21 let my anguish plead the cause of a man at grips with God, just as a man might defend his fel ow.	21 لكي يحاكم الانسان عند الله كابن آدم لدى صاحبه.
22 For the years of my life are numbered, and I am leaving by the road of no return.	22 اذا مضت سنون قليلة اسلك في طريق لا اعود منها