Giobbe (ايوب) 16

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