Job 7

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

« أَلَيْسَ جِهَادٌ لِلإِنْسَانِ عَلَى الأَرْضِ، وَكَأَيَّامِ الأَجِيرِ أَيَّامُهُ؟

As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

كَمَا يَتَشَوَّقُ الْعَبْدُ إِلَى الظِّلِّ، وَكَمَا يَتَرَجَّى الأَجِيرُ أُجْرَتَهُ،

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

هكَذَا تَعَيَّنَ لِي أَشْهُرُ سُوءٍ، وَلَيَالِي شَقَاءٍ قُسِمَتْ لِي.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

إِذَا اضْطَجَعْتُ أَقُولُ: مَتَى أَقُومُ؟ اللَّيْلُ يَطُولُ، وَأَشْبَعُ قَلَقًا حَتَّى الصُّبْحِ.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

لَبِسَ لَحْمِيَ الدُّودُ مَعَ مَدَرِ التُّرَابِ. جِلْدِي كَرِشَ وَسَاخََ.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنَ الْوَشِيعَةِ، وَتَنْتَهِي بِغَيْرِ رَجَاءٍ.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

« اُذْكُرْ أَنَّ حَيَاتِي إِنَّمَا هِيَ رِيحٌ، وَعَيْنِي لاَ تَعُودُ تَرَى خَيْرًا.

The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

لاَ تَرَانِي عَيْنُ نَاظِرِي. عَيْنَاكَ عَلَيَّ وَلَسْتُ أَنَا.

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

السَّحَابُ يَضْمَحِلُّ وَيَزُولُ، هكَذَا الَّذِي يَنْزِلُ إِلَى الْهَاوِيَةِ لاَ يَصْعَدُ.

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

لاَ يَرْجعُ بَعْدُ إِلَى بَيْتِهِ، وَلاَ يَعْرِفُهُ مَكَانُهُ بَعْدُ.

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

أَنَا أَيْضًا لاَ أَمْنَعُ فَمِي. أَتَكَلَّمُ بِضِيقِ رُوحِي. أَشْكُو بِمَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي.

Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

أَبَحْرٌ أَنَا أَمْ تِنِّينٌ، حَتَّى جَعَلْتَ عَلَيَّ حَارِسًا؟

When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

إِنْ قُلْتُ: فِرَاشِي يُعَزِّينِي، مَضْجَعِي يَنْزِعُ كُرْبَتِي،

Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

تُرِيعُنِي بِالأَحْلاَمِ، وَتُرْهِبُنِي بِرُؤًى،

So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

فَاخْتَارَتْ نَفْسِي الْخَنِقَ، الْمَوْتَ عَلَى عِظَامِي هذِهِ.

I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

قَدْ ذُبْتُ. لاَ إِلَى الأَبَدِ أَحْيَا. كُفَّ عَنِّي لأَنَّ أَيَّامِي نَفْخَةٌ.

What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

مَا هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْتَبِرَهُ، وَحَتَّى تَضَعَ عَلَيْهِ قَلْبَكَ؟

And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

وَتَتَعَهَّدَهُ كُلَّ صَبَاحٍ، وَكُلَّ لَحْظَةٍ تَمْتَحِنُهُ؟

How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

حَتَّى مَتَى لاَ تَلْتَفِتُ عَنِّي وَلاَ تُرْخِينِي رَيْثَمَا أَبْلَعُ رِيقِي؟

I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

أَأَخْطَأْتُ؟ مَاذَا أَفْعَلُ لَكَ يَا رَقِيبَ النَّاسِ؟ لِمَاذَا جَعَلْتَنِي عَاثُورًا لِنَفْسِكَ حَتَّى أَكُونَ عَلَى نَفْسِي حِمْلاً؟

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

وَلِمَاذَا لاَ تَغْفِرُ ذَنْبِي، وَلاَ تُزِيلُ إِثْمِي؟ لأَنِّي الآنَ أَضْطَجِعُ فِي التُّرَابِ، تَطْلُبُنِي فَلاَ أَكُونُ».