Job 17

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

«رُوحِي تَلِفَتْ. أَيَّامِي انْطَفَأَتْ. إِنَّمَا الْقُبُورُ لِي.

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

«لَوْلاَ الْمُخَاتِلُونَ عِنْدِي، وَعَيْنِي تَبِيتُ عَلَى مُشَاجَرَاتِهِمْ.

Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

كُنْ ضَامِنِي عِنْدَ نَفْسِكَ. مَنْ هُوَ الَّذِي يُصَفِّقُ يَدِي؟

For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

لأَنَّكَ مَنَعْتَ قَلْبَهُمْ عَنِ الْفِطْنَةِ، لأَجْلِ ذلِكَ لاَ تَرْفَعُهُمُ.

He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

الَّذِي يُسَلِّمُ الأَصْحَابَ لِلسَّلْبِ، تَتْلَفُ عُيُونُ بَنِيهِ.

He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

أَوْقَفَنِي مَثَلاً لِلشُّعُوبِ، وَصِرْتُ لِلْبَصْقِ فِي الْوَجْهِ.

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

كَلَّتْ عَيْنِي مِنَ الْحُزْنِ، وَأَعْضَائِي كُلُّهَا كَالظِّلِّ.

Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

يَتَعَجَّبُ الْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ مِنْ هذَا، وَالْبَرِئُ يَنْتَهِضُ عَلَى الْفَاجِرِ.

The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

أَمَّا الصِّدِّيقُ فَيَسْتَمْسِكُ بِطَرِيقِهِ، وَالطَّاهِرُ الْيَدَيْنِ يَزْدَادُ قُوَّةً.

But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

«وَلكِنِ ارْجِعُوا كُلُّكُمْ وَتَعَالَوْا، فَلاَ أَجِدُ فِيكُمْ حَكِيمًا.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

أَيَّامِي قَدْ عَبَرَتْ. مَقَاصِدِي، إِرْثُ قَلْبِي، قَدِ انْتَزَعَتْ.

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

يَجْعَلُونَ اللَّيْلَ نَهَارًا، نُورًا قَرِيبًا لِلظُّلْمَةِ.

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

إِذَا رَجَوْتُ الْهَاوِيَةَ بَيْتًا لِي، وَفِي الظَّلاَمِ مَهَّدْتُ فِرَاشِي،

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

وَقُلْتُ لِلْقَبْرِ: أَنْتَ أَبِي، وَلِلدُّودِ: أَنْتَ أُمِّي وَأُخْتِي،

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

فَأَيْنَ إِذًا آمَالِي؟ آمَالِي، مَنْ يُعَايِنُهَا؟

They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

تَهْبِطُ إِلَى مَغَالِيقِ الْهَاوِيَةِ إِذْ تَرْتَاحُ مَعًا فِي التُّرَابِ».