Job 20

“My troubled thoughts prompt me to answer
    because I am greatly disturbed.

«إِنَّ خَوَاطِرِي، مِنْ جَرَّاءِ كَلامِكَ، تَحْفِزُنِي لِلْكَلامِ وَتُثِيرُنِي لِلرَّدِّ عَلَيْكَ.

I hear a rebuke that dishonors me,
    and my understanding inspires me to reply.

سَمِعْتُ تَوْبِيخاً يُعَيِّرُنِي، وَأَجَابَنِي رُوحٌ مِنْ فِطْنَتِي.

“Surely you know how it has been from of old,
    ever since mankind^[a] was placed on the earth,

أَمَا عَلِمْتَ هَذَا مُنْذُ الْقِدَمِ، مُنْذُ أَنْ خُلِقَ الإِنْسَانُ عَلَى الأَرْضِ،

that the mirth of the wicked is brief,
    the joy of the godless lasts but a moment.

أَنَّ طَرَبَ الشِّرِّيرِ إِلَى حِينٍ، وَأَنَّ فَرَحَ الْفَاجِرِ إِلَى لَحْظَةٍ؟

Though the pride of the godless person reaches to the heavens
    and his head touches the clouds,

مَهْمَا بَلَغَتْ كِبْرِيَاؤُهُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَسَّتْ هَامَتُهُ الْغَمَامَ،

he will perish forever, like his own dung;
    those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’

فَإِنَّهُ سَيَبِيدُ كَبِرَازِهِ، فَيَتَسَاءَلُ الَّذِينَ يَعْرِفُونَهُ، مُنْدَهِشِينَ: أَيْنَ هُوَ؟

Like a dream he flies away, no more to be found,
    banished like a vision of the night.

يَتَلاشَى كَحُلْمٍ وَلا يَبْقَى مِنْهُ أَثَرٌ، وَيَضْمَحِلُّ كَرُؤْيَا اللَّيْلِ،

The eye that saw him will not see him again;
    his place will look on him no more.

وَالْعَيْنُ الَّتِي أَبْصَرَتْهُ لَا تَعُودُ تَرَاهُ ثَانِيَةً، وَلا يُعَايِنُهُ مَكَانُهُ فِيمَا بَعْدُ.

His children must make amends to the poor;
    his own hands must give back his wealth.

يَسْتَجْدِي أَوْلادُهُ مِنَ الْفُقَرَاءِ، وَتَرُدُّ يَدَاهُ ثَرْوَتَهُ المَسْلُوبَةَ.

The youthful vigor that fills his bones
    will lie with him in the dust.

حَيَوِيَّةُ عِظَامِهِ تُدْفَنُ فِي عِزِّ قُوَّتِهِ،

“Though evil is sweet in his mouth
    and he hides it under his tongue,

يَتَذَوَّقُ الشَّرَّ فَيَحْلُو فِي فَمِهِ، فَيُبْقِيهِ تَحْتَ لِسَانِهِ،

though he cannot bear to let it go
    and lets it linger in his mouth,

وَيَمْقُتُ أَنْ يَقْذِفَهُ، بَلْ يَدَّخِرُهُ فِي فَمِهِ!

yet his food will turn sour in his stomach;
    it will become the venom of serpents within him.

فَيَتَحَوَّلُ طَعَامُهُ فِي أَمْعَائِهِ إِلَى مَرَارَةٍ كَالسُّمُومِ.

He will spit out the riches he swallowed;
    God will make his stomach vomit them up.

وَيَتَقَيَّأُ مَا ابْتَلَعَهُ مِنْ أَمْوَالٍ، وَيَسْتَخْرِجُهَا اللهُ مِنْ جَوْفِهِ.

He will suck the poison of serpents;
    the fangs of an adder will kill him.

لَقَدْ رَضَعَ سُمَّ الصِّلِّ، فَقَتَلَهُ لِسَانُ الأَفْعَى.

He will not enjoy the streams,
    the rivers flowing with honey and cream.

لَنْ تَكْتَحِلَ عَيْنَاهُ بِمَرْأَى الأَنْهَارِ الْجَارِيَةِ، وَلا بِالْجَدَاوِلِ الْفَيَّاضَةِ بِالْعَسَلِ وَالزُّبْدِ.

What he toiled for he must give back uneaten;
    he will not enjoy the profit from his trading.

يَرُدُّ ثِمَارَ تَعَبِهِ وَلا يَبْلَعُهُ وَلا يَسْتَمْتِعُ بِكَسْبِ تِجَارَتِهِ.

For he has oppressed the poor and left them destitute;
    he has seized houses he did not build.

لأَنَّهُ هَضَمَ حَقَّ الْفُقَرَاءِ وَخَذَلَهُمْ وَسَلَبَ بُيُوتاً لَمْ يَبْنِهَا.

“Surely he will have no respite from his craving;
    he cannot save himself by his treasure.

وَإِذْ لَا يَعْرِفُ طَمَعُهُ قَنَاعَةً، فَإِنَّهُ لَنْ يَدَّخِرَ شَيْئاً يَسْتَمْتِعُ بِهِ.

Nothing is left for him to devour;
    his prosperity will not endure.

لَمْ يُبْقِ نَهَمُهُ عَلَى شَيْءٍ، لِذَلِكَ لَنْ يَدُومَ خَيْرُهُ.

In the midst of his plenty, distress will overtake him;
    the full force of misery will come upon him.

فِي وَفْرَةِ سِعَتِهِ يُصِيبُهُ الضَّنْكُ، وَتَحُلُّ بِهِ أَقْسَى الْكَوَارِثِ.

When he has filled his belly,
    God will vent his burning anger against him
    and rain down his blows on him.

وَعِنْدَمَا يَمْلأُ بَطْنَهُ يَنْفُثُ عَلَيْهِ اللهُ غَضَبَهُ الْحَارِقَ وَيُمْطِرُهُ عَلَيْهِ طَعَاماً لَهُ.

Though he flees from an iron weapon,
    a bronze-tipped arrow pierces him.

إِنْ فَرَّ مِنْ آلَةِ حَرْبٍ مِنْ حَدِيدٍ، تَخْتَرِقْهُ قَوْسُ النُّحَاسِ.

He pulls it out of his back,
    the gleaming point out of his liver.
Terrors will come over him;

اخْتَرَقَتْهُ عَمِيقاً وَخَرَجَتْ مِنْ جَسَدِهِ، وَنَفَذَ حَدُّهَا اللّامِعُ مِنْ مَرَارَتِهِ، وَحَلَّ بِهِ رُعْبٌ.

    total darkness lies in wait for his treasures.
A fire unfanned will consume him
    and devour what is left in his tent.

كُلُّ ظُلْمَةٍ تَتَرَبَّصُ بِذَخَائِرِهِ، وَتَأْكُلُهُ نَارٌ لَمْ تُنْفَخْ، وَتَلْتَهِمُ مَا بَقِيَ مِنْ خَيْمَتِهِ.

The heavens will expose his guilt;
    the earth will rise up against him.

تَفْضَحُ السَّمَاوَاتُ إِثْمَهُ، وَتَتَمَرَّدُ الأَرْضُ عَلَيْهِ،

A flood will carry off his house,
    rushing waters^[b] on the day of God’s wrath.

تَفْنَى مُدَّخَرَاتُ بَيْتِهِ وَتحْتَرِقُ فِي يَوْمِ غَضَبِ الرَّبِّ.

Such is the fate God allots the wicked,
    the heritage appointed for them by God.”