Job 3 — سفر أيوب الإصحاح 3
אִיּוֹב פרק ג׳
The trial of the righteous, the friends' dialogue, and God's answer from the whirlwind.
אַֽחֲרֵי־כֵ֗ן פָּתַ֤ח אִיּוֹב֙ אֶת־פִּ֔יהוּ וַיְקַלֵּ֖ל אֶת־יוֹמֽוֹ׃ {פ}
ثُمَّ تَكَلَّمَ أَيُّوبُ، فَشَتَمَ الْيَوْمَ الَّذِي وُلِدَ فِيهِ،
After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
וַיַּ֥עַן אִיּ֗וֹב וַיֹּאמַֽר׃
وَقَالَ:
And Job spoke, and said:
יֹ֣אבַד י֭וֹם אִוָּ֣לֶד בּ֑וֹ וְהַלַּ֥יְלָה אָ֝מַ֗ר הֹ֣רָה גָֽבֶר׃
«لَيْتَهُ بَادَ الْيَوْمُ الَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَفَنِيَ اللَّيْلُ الَّذِي قِيلَ فِيهِ: قَدْ حُبِلَ بِطِفْلٍ ذَكَرٍ.
Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night wherein it was said: ‘A man-child is brought forth.’
הַיּ֥וֹם הַה֗וּא יְֽהִ֫י־חֹ֥שֶׁךְ אַֽל־יִדְרְשֵׁ֣הוּ אֱל֣וֹהַּ מִמַּ֑עַל וְאַל־תּוֹפַ֖ע עָלָ֣יו נְהָרָֽה׃
لِيَتَحَوَّلْ ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمُ إِلَى ظَلامٍ. لَا يَرْعَاهُ الرَّبّ (هَاشِيم) مِنْ فَوْقُ، وَلا يُشْرِقُ عَلَيْهِ نَهَارٌ.
Let that day be darkness; Let not God inquire after it from above, Neither let the light shine upon it.
יִגְאֱ-לֹהֵינוּ חֹ֣שֶׁךְ וְ֭צַלְמָוֶת תִּשְׁכׇּן־עָלָ֣יו עֲנָנָ֑ה יְ֝בַעֲתֻ֗הוּ כִּֽמְרִ֥ירֵי יֽוֹם׃
لِيَسْتَوْلِ عَلَيْهِ الظَّلامُ وَظِلُّ الْمَوْتِ. لِيَكْتَنِفْهُ سَحَابٌ وَلْتُرَوِّعْهُ ظُلُمَاتُ النَّهَارِ.
Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.
הַלַּ֥יְלָה הַהוּא֮ יִקָּחֵ֢ה֫וּ אֹ֥פֶל אַל־יִ֭חַדְּ בִּימֵ֣י שָׁנָ֑ה בְּמִסְפַּ֥ר יְ֝רָחִ֗ים אַל־יָבֹֽא׃
أَمَّا ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ فَلْيَعْتَقِلْهُ الدُّجَى الْمُتَكَاثِفُ، وَلا يَبْتَهِجْ مَعَ سَائِرِ أَيَّامِ السَّنَةِ، وَلا يُحْصَ فِي عَدَدِ الشُّهُورِ.
As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it; Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months.
הִנֵּ֤ה הַלַּ֣יְלָה הַ֭הוּא יְהִ֣י גַלְמ֑וּד אַל־תָּב֖וֹא רְנָנָ֣ה בֽוֹ׃
لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ اللَّيْلُ عَاقِراً، لَا يَتَرَدَّدُ فِيهِ هُتَافٌ.
Lo, let that night be desolate; Let no joyful voice come therein.
יִקְּבֻ֥הוּ אֹֽרְרֵי־י֑וֹם הָ֝עֲתִידִ֗ים עֹרֵ֥ר לִוְיָתָֽן׃
لِيَلْعَنْهُ السَّحَرَةُ الْحَاذِقُونَ فِي إِيْقَاظِ التِّنِّينِ!
Let them curse it that curse the day, Who are ready to rouse up leviathan.
יֶחְשְׁכוּ֮ כּוֹכְבֵ֢י נִ֫שְׁפּ֥וֹ יְקַו־לְא֥וֹר וָאַ֑יִן וְאַל־יִ֝רְאֶ֗ה בְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃
لِتُظْلِمْ كَوَاكِبُ شَفَقِهِ، وَلْيَرْتَقِبِ النُّورَ مِنْ غَيْرِ طَائِلٍ، وَلا يَرَ هُدُبَ الْفَجْرِ،
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; Let it look for light, but have none; Neither let it behold the eyelids of the morning;
כִּ֤י לֹ֣א סָ֭גַר דַּלְתֵ֣י בִטְנִ֑י וַיַּסְתֵּ֥ר עָ֝מָ֗ל מֵעֵינָֽי׃
لأَنَّهُ لَمْ يُغْلِقْ رَحِمَ أُمِّي وَلَمْ يَسْتُرِ الشَّقَاءَ عَنْ عَيْنَيَّ.
Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother’s] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
לָ֤מָּה לֹּ֣א מֵרֶ֣חֶם אָמ֑וּת מִבֶּ֖טֶן יָצָ֣אתִי וְאֶגְוָֽע׃
لِمَ لَمْ أَمُتْ فِي الرَّحِمِ، وَلِمَ لَمْ أُسْلِمِ الرُّوحَ عِنْدَمَا خَرَجْتُ مِنْ بَطْنِ أُمِّي؟
Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not perish at birth?
מַ֭דּוּעַ קִדְּמ֣וּנִי בִרְכָּ֑יִם וּמַה־שָּׁ֝דַ֗יִם כִּ֣י אִינָֽק׃
لِمَاذَا وَجَدْتُ الرُّكَبَ لِتُعِينَنَي وَالثُّدِيَّ لِتُرْضِعَنِي؟
Why did the knees receive me? And wherefore the breasts, that I should suck?
כִּֽי־עַ֭תָּה שָׁכַ֣בְתִּי וְאֶשְׁק֑וֹט יָ֝שַׁ֗נְתִּי אָ֤ז ׀ יָנ֬וּחַֽ לִֽי׃
وَإلَّا لَظَلَلْتُ مُضْطَجِعاً سَاكِناً، وَلَكُنْتُ نَائِماً مُسْتَرِيحاً
For now should I have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest—
עִם־מְ֭לָכִים וְיֹ֣עֲצֵי אָ֑רֶץ הַבֹּנִ֖ים חֳרָב֣וֹת לָֽמוֹ׃
مَعَ مُلُوكِ الأَرْضِ وَمُشِيرِيهَا، الَّذِينَ بَنَوْا أَهْرَاماً لأَنْفُسِهِمْ.
With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;
א֣וֹ עִם־שָׂ֭רִים זָהָ֣ב לָהֶ֑ם הַֽמְמַלְאִ֖ים בָּתֵּיהֶ֣ם כָּֽסֶף׃
أَوْ مَعَ الرُّؤَسَاءِ الَّذِينَ كَنَزُوا ذَهَباً وَمَلأُوا بُيُوتَهُمْ فِضَّةً.
Or with princes that had gold, Who filled their houses with silver;
א֤וֹ כְנֵ֣פֶל טָ֭מוּן לֹ֣א אֶהְיֶ֑ה כְּ֝עֹלְלִ֗ים לֹא־רָ֥אוּ אֽוֹר׃
أَوْ لِمَاذَا لَمْ أُطْمَرْ فِي الأَرْضِ كَسِقْطٍ لَمْ يَرَ النُّورَ؟
Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been; As infants that never saw light.
שָׁ֣ם רְ֭שָׁעִים חָ֣דְלוּ רֹ֑גֶז וְשָׁ֥ם יָ֝נ֗וּחוּ יְגִ֣יעֵי כֹֽחַ׃
فَهُنَاكَ يَكُفُّ الأَشْرَارُ عَنْ إِثَارَةِ الْمَتَاعِبِ، وَهُنَاكَ يَرْتَاحُ الْمُرْهَقُونَ.
There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest.
יַ֭חַד אֲסִירִ֣ים שַׁאֲנָ֑נוּ לֹ֥א שָׁ֝מְע֗וּ ק֣וֹל נֹגֵֽשׂ׃
هُنَاكَ يَطْمَئِنُّ الأَسْرَى جَمِيعاً، إِذْ لَا يُلاحِقُهُمْ صَوْتُ الْمُسَخِّرِ.
There the prisoners are at ease together; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
קָטֹ֣ן וְ֭גָדוֹל שָׁ֣ם ה֑וּא וְ֝עֶ֗בֶד חׇפְשִׁ֥י מֵה׳ו׃
هُنَاكَ يَكُونُ الصَّغِيرُ كَالْكَبِيرِ، وَالْعَبْدُ مُتَحَرِّراً مِنْ سَيِّدِهِ.
The small and great are there alike; And the servant is free from his master.
לָ֤מָּה יִתֵּ֣ן לְעָמֵ֣ל א֑וֹר וְ֝חַיִּ֗ים לְמָ֣רֵי נָֽפֶשׁ׃
لِمَ يُوْهَبُ الشَّقِيُّ نُوراً، وَذَوُو النُّفُوسِ الْمُرَّةِ حَيَاةً؟
Wherewith is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul—
הַֽמְחַכִּ֣ים לַמָּ֣וֶת וְאֵינֶ֑נּוּ וַֽ֝יַּחְפְּרֻ֗הוּ מִמַּטְמוֹנִֽים׃
الَّذِينَ يَتُوقُونَ إِلَى الْمَوْتِ فَلا يُقْبِلُ، وَيَنْقُبُونَ عَنْهُ أَكْثَرَ مِمَّا يَنْقُبُونَ عَنِ الْكُنُوزِ الْخَفِيَّةِ،
Who long for death, but it cometh not; And dig for it more than for hid treasures;
הַשְּׂמֵחִ֥ים אֱלֵי־גִ֑יל יָ֝שִׂ֗ישׂוּ כִּ֣י יִמְצְאוּ־קָֽבֶר׃
الَّذِينَ يَنْتَشُونَ غِبْطَةً، وَيَسْتَبْشِرُونَ حِينَ يَعْثُرُونَ عَلَى ضَرِيحٍ!
Who rejoice unto exultation, And are glad, when they can find the grave?—
לְ֭גֶבֶר אֲשֶׁר־דַּרְכּ֣וֹ נִסְתָּ֑רָה וַיָּ֖סֶךְ אֱל֣וֹהַּ בַּעֲדֽוֹ׃
بَلْ لِمَاذَا يُوْهَبُ نُورٌ وَحَيَاةٌ لِرَجُلٍ ضَلَّتْ بِهِ طَرِيقُهُ، وَسَدَّ الرَّبّ (هَاشِيم) حَوْلَهُ؟
To a man whose way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
כִּֽי־לִפְנֵ֣י לַ֭חְמִי אַנְחָתִ֣י תָבֹ֑א וַֽיִּתְּכ֥וּ כַ֝מַּ֗יִם שַׁאֲגֹתָֽי׃
اسْتَبْدَلْتُ طَعَامِي بِالأَنِينِ، وَزَفْرَتِي تَنْسَكِبُ كَالْمِيَاهِ،
For my sighing cometh instead of my food, And my roarings are poured out like water.
כִּ֤י פַ֣חַד פָּ֭חַדְתִּי וַיֶּאֱתָיֵ֑נִי וַאֲשֶׁ֥ר יָ֝גֹ֗רְתִּי יָ֣בֹא לִֽי׃
لأَنَّهُ قَدْ حَلَّ بِي مَا كُنْتُ أَخْشَاهُ، وَأَصَابَنِي مَا كُنْتُ أَرْتَعِبُ مِنْهُ.
For the thing which I did fear is come upon me, And that which I was afraid of hath overtaken me.
לֹ֤א שָׁלַ֨וְתִּי ׀ וְלֹ֖א שָׁקַ֥טְתִּי וְֽלֹא־נָ֗חְתִּי וַיָּ֥בֹא רֹֽגֶז׃ {פ}
فَلا طُمَأْنِينَةَ لِي وَلا اسْتَقْرَارَ وَلا رَاحَةَ، بَعْدَ أَنِ اجْتَاحَتْنِي الْكُرُوبُ».
I was not at ease, neither was I quiet, Neither had I rest; but trouble came.