Job 14

“Mortals, born of woman,
    are of few days and full of trouble.

الإِنْسَانُ مَوْلُودُ الْمَرْأَةِ. قَصِيرُ الْعُمْرِ وَمُفْعَمٌ بِالشَّقَاءِ،

They spring up like flowers and wither away;
    like fleeting shadows, they do not endure.

يَتَفَتَّحُ كَالزَّهْرِ ثُمَّ يَنْتَثِرُ، وَيَتَوَارَى كَالشَّبَحِ فَلا يَبْقَى لَهُ أَثَرٌ.

Do you fix your eye on them?
    Will you bring them^[a] before you for judgment?

أَعَلَى مِثْلِ هَذَا فَتَحْتَ عَيْنَيْكَ وَأَحْضَرْتَنِي لأَتَحَاجَّ مَعَكَ؟

Who can bring what is pure from the impure?
    No one!

مَنْ يَسْتَوْلِدُ الطَّاهِرَ مِنَ النَّجِسِ؟ لَا أَحَدٌ!

A person’s days are determined;
    you have decreed the number of his months
    and have set limits he cannot exceed.

فَإِنْ كَانَتْ أَيَّامُهُ مَحْدُودَةً، وَعَدَدُ أَشْهُرِهِ مَكْتُوباً لَدَيْكَ، وَعَيَّنْتَ أَجَلَهُ فَلا يَتَجَاوَزُهُ،

So look away from him and let him alone,
    till he has put in his time like a hired laborer.

فَأَشِحْ بِوَجْهِكَ عَنْهُ وَدَعْهُ يَسْتَرِيحُ مُسْتَمْتِعاً، رَيْثَمَا يَنْتَهِي يَوْمُهُ، كَالأَجِيرِ.

“At least there is hope for a tree:
    If it is cut down, it will sprout again,
    and its new shoots will not fail.

لأَنَّ لِلشَّجَرَةِ أَمَلاً، إِذَا قُطِعَتْ أَنْ تُفْرِخَ مِنْ جَدِيدٍ وَلا تَفْنَى بَرَاعِمُهَا.

Its roots may grow old in the ground
    and its stump die in the soil,

حَتَّى لَوْ شَاخَتْ أُصُولُهَا فِي الأَرْضِ وَمَاتَ جِذْعُهَا فِي التُّرَابِ،

yet at the scent of water it will bud
    and put forth shoots like a plant.

فَإِنَّهَا حَالَما تَسْتَرْوِحُ الْمَاءَ تُفْرِخُ، وَتُنْبِتُ فُرُوعاً كَالْغَرْسِ.

But a man dies and is laid low;
    he breathes his last and is no more.

أَمَّا الإِنْسَانُ فَإِنَّهُ يَمُوتُ وَيَبْلَى، يَلْفِظُ آخِرَ أَنْفَاسِهِ، فَأَيْنَ هُوَ؟

As the water of a lake dries up
    or a riverbed becomes parched and dry,

كَمَا تَنْفَدُ الْمِيَاهُ مِنَ الْبُحَيْرَةِ، وَيَجِفُّ النَّهْرُ،

so he lies down and does not rise;
    till the heavens are no more, people will not awake
    or be roused from their sleep.

هَكَذا يَرْقُدُ الإِنْسَانُ وَلا يَقُومُ، وَلا يَسْتَيْقِظُ مِنْ نَوْمِهِ إِلَى أنْ تَزُولَ السَّمَاوَاتُ.

“If only you would hide me in the grave
    and conceal me till your anger has passed!
If only you would set me a time
    and then remember me!

لَيْتَكَ تُوَارِينِي فِي عَالَمِ الأَمْوَاتِ، وَتُخْفِينِي إِلَى أَنْ يَعْبُرَ عَنِّي غَضَبُكَ، وَتُحَدِّدُ لِي أَجَلاً فَتَذْكُرَنِي.

If someone dies, will they live again?
    All the days of my hard service
    I will wait for my renewal^[b] to come.

إِنْ مَاتَ رَجُلٌ أَفَيَحْيَا؟ إِذَنْ لَصَبِرْتُ كُلَّ أَيَّامِ مُكَابَدَتِي، رَيْثَمَا يَأْتِي زَمَنُ إِعْفَائِي.

You will call and I will answer you;
    you will long for the creature your hands have made.

أَنْتَ تَدْعُو وَأَنَا أُجِيبُكَ. أَنْتَ تَتُوقُ إِلَى عَمَلِ يَدَيْكَ،

Surely then you will count my steps
    but not keep track of my sin.

حِينَئِذٍ تُحْصِي خَطْوَاتِي حَقّاً، وَلَكِنَّكَ لَا تُرَاقِبُ خَطِيئَتِي،

My offenses will be sealed up in a bag;
    you will cover over my sin.

فَتَخْتِمُ مَعْصِيَتِي فِي صُرَّةٍ، وَتَسْتُرُ ذَنْبِي.

“But as a mountain erodes and crumbles
    and as a rock is moved from its place,

وَكَمَا يَتَفَتَّتُ الْجَبَلُ السَّاقِطُ، وَيَتَزَحْزَحُ الصَّخْرُ مِنْ مَوْضِعِهِ،

as water wears away stones
    and torrents wash away the soil,
    so you destroy a person’s hope.

وَكَمَا تُبْلِي الْمِيَاهُ الْحِجَارَةَ، وَتَجْرُفُ سُيُولُهَا تُرَابَ الأَرْضِ، هَكَذَا تُبِيدُ أَنْتَ رَجَاءَ الإِنْسَانِ.

You overpower them once for all, and they are gone;
    you change their countenance and send them away.

تَقْهَرُهُ دَفْعَةً وَاحِدَةً فَيَتَلاشَى، وَتُغَيِّرُ مِنْ مَلامِحِهِ وَتَطْرُدُهُ.

If their children are honored, they do not know it;
    if their offspring are brought low, they do not see it.

يُكْرَمُ أَبْنَاؤُهُ وَهُوَ لَا يَعْلَمُ، أَوْ يُذَلُّونَ وَلا يُدْرِكُ ذَلِكَ.

They feel but the pain of their own bodies
    and mourn only for themselves.”