Job 9

“Indeed, I know that this is true.
    But how can mere mortals prove their innocence before God?

«قَدْ عَلِمْتُ يَقِيناً أَنَّ الأَمْرَ كَذَلِكَ، وَلَكِنْ كَيْفَ يَتَبَرَّرُ الإِنْسَانُ أَمَامَ اللهِ؟

Though they wished to dispute with him,
    they could not answer him one time out of a thousand.

إِنْ شَاءَ الْمَرْءُ أَنْ يَتَحَاجَّ مَعَهُ، فَإِنَّهُ يَعْجِزُ عَنِ الإِجَابَةِ عَنْ حُجَّةٍ مِنْ أَلْفٍ.

His wisdom is profound, his power is vast.
    Who has resisted him and come out unscathed?

هُوَ حَكِيمُ الْقَلْبِ وَعَظِيمُ الْقُوَّةِ، فَمَنْ تَصَلَّبَ أَمَامَهُ وَسَلِمَ؟

He moves mountains without their knowing it
    and overturns them in his anger.

هُوَ الَّذِي يُزَحْزِحُ الْجِبَالَ، فَلا تَدْرِي حِينَ يَقْلِبُهَا فِي غَضَبِهِ.

He shakes the earth from its place
    and makes its pillars tremble.

هُوَ الَّذِي يُزَعْزِعُ الأَرْضَ مِنْ مُسْتَقَرِّهَا فَتَتَزَلْزَلُ أَعْمِدَتُهَا.

He speaks to the sun and it does not shine;
    he seals off the light of the stars.

هُوَ الَّذِي يُصْدِرُ أَمْرَهُ إِلَى الشَّمْسِ فَلا تُشْرِقُ، وَيَخْتِمُ عَلَى النُّجُومِ.

He alone stretches out the heavens
    and treads on the waves of the sea.

يَبْسُطُ وَحْدَهُ السَّمَاوَاتِ، وَيَمْشِي عَلَى أَعَالِي الْبَحْرِ.

He is the Maker of the Bear^[a] and Orion,
    the Pleiades and the constellations of the south.

هُوَ الَّذِي صَنَعَ النَّعْشَ وَالْجَبَّارَ وَالثُّرَيَّا وَمَخَادِعَ الْجَنُوبِ،

He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed,
    miracles that cannot be counted.

صَانِعُ عَظَائِمَ لَا تُسْتَقْصَى وَعَجَائِبَ لَا تُحْصَى.

When he passes me, I cannot see him;
    when he goes by, I cannot perceive him.

اللهُ يَمُرُّ بِي فَلا أَرَاهُ وَيَجْتَازُ فَلا أَشْعُرُ بِهِ.

If he snatches away, who can stop him?
    Who can say to him, ‘What are you doing?’

إِذَا خَطَفَ مَنْ يَرُدُّهُ، أَوْ يَقُولُ لَهُ: مَاذَا تَفْعَلُ؟

God does not restrain his anger;
    even the cohorts of Rahab cowered at his feet.

لَا يَرُدُّ اللهُ غَضَبَهُ؛ تَخْضَعُ لَهُ كِبْرِيَاءُ الأَشْرَار

“How then can I dispute with him?
    How can I find words to argue with him?

فَكَيْفَ إِذاً يُمْكِنُنِي أَنْ أُجِيبَهُ، وَأَتَخَيَّرَ كَلِمَاتِي فِي مُخَاطَبَتِهِ؟

Though I were innocent, I could not answer him;
    I could only plead with my Judge for mercy.

لأَنِّي عَلَى الرَّغْمِ مِنْ بَرَاءَتِي لَا أَقْدِرُ أَنْ أُجِيبَهُ، إِنَّمَا أَسْتَرْحِمُ دَيَّانِي.

Even if I summoned him and he responded,
    I do not believe he would give me a hearing.

حَتَّى لَوْ دَعَوْتُ وَاسْتَجَابَ لِي، فَإِنِّي لَا أُصَدِّقُ أَنَّهُ قَدِ اسْتَمَعَ لِي.

He would crush me with a storm
    and multiply my wounds for no reason.

يَسْحَقُنِي بِالْعَاصِفَةِ وَيُكْثِرُ جُرُوحِي مِنْ غَيْرِ سَبَبٍ.

He would not let me catch my breath
    but would overwhelm me with misery.

لَا يَدَعُنِي أَلْتَقِطُ أَنْفَاسِي بَلْ يُشْبِعُنِي مَرَائِرَ.

If it is a matter of strength, he is mighty!
    And if it is a matter of justice, who can challenge him^[b]?

إِنْ كَانَتِ الْقَضِيَّةُ قَضِيَّةَ قُوَّةٍ، فَهُوَ يَقُولُ مُتَحَدِّياً: هَأَنَذَا. وَإِنْ كَانَتِ الْقَضِيَّةُ قَضِيَّةَ الْقَضَاءِ، فَمَنْ يُحَاكِمُهُ؟

Even if I were innocent, my mouth would condemn me;
    if I were blameless, it would pronounce me guilty.

إِنْ ظَنَنْتُ نَفْسِي بَرِيئاً، فَإِنَّ فَمِي يَحْكُمُ عَلَيَّ، وَإِنْ كُنْتُ كَامِلاً، فَإِنَّهُ يُجَرِّمُنِي.

“Although I am blameless,
    I have no concern for myself;
    I despise my own life.

أَنَا كَامِلٌ، لِذَا لَا أُبَالِي بِنَفْسِي، أَمَّا حَيَاتِي فَقَدْ كَرِهْتُهَا.

It is all the same; that is why I say,
    ‘He destroys both the blameless and the wicked.’

وَلَكِنَّ الأَمْرَ سِيَّانِ، لِذَلِكَ قُلْتُ: إِنَّهُ يُفْنِي الْكَامِلَ والشِّرِّيرَ عَلَى حَدٍّ سَواءٍ!

When a scourge brings sudden death,
    he mocks the despair of the innocent.

عِنْدَمَا تُؤَدِّي ضَرَبَاتُ السَّوْطِ إِلَى الْمَوْتِ الْمُفَاجِئِ يَسْخَرُ مِنْ بُؤْسِ الأَبْرِيَاءِ

When a land falls into the hands of the wicked,
    he blindfolds its judges.
    If it is not he, then who is it?

فَقَدْ عَهِدَ بِالأَرْضِ إِلَى يَدِ الشِّرِّيرِ، وَأَعْمَى عُيُونَ قُضَاتِهَا. إِنْ لَمْ يَكُنْ هُوَ الْفَاعِلُ، إِذاً مَنْ هُوَ؟

“My days are swifter than a runner;
    they fly away without a glimpse of joy.

أَيَّامِي أَسْرَعُ مِنْ عَدَّاءٍ، تَفِرُّ مِنْ غَيْرِ أَنْ تُصِيبَ خَيْراً

They skim past like boats of papyrus,
    like eagles swooping down on their prey.

تَمُرُّ كَسُفُنِ الْبَرْدِيِّ، وَكَنَسْرٍ يَنْقَضُّ عَلَى صَيْدِهِ.

If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,
    I will change my expression, and smile,’

إِنْ قُلْتُ: أَنْسَى ضِيقَتِي، وَأُطْلِقُ أَسَارِيرِي، وَأَبْتَسِمُ وَأُبْدِي بِشْراً،

I still dread all my sufferings,
    for I know you will not hold me innocent.

فَإِنِّي أَظَلُّ أَخْشَى أَوْجَاعِي، عَالِماً أَنَّكَ لَنْ تُبْرِئَنِي.

Since I am already found guilty,
    why should I struggle in vain?

أَنَا مُسْتَذْنَبٌ، فَلِمَاذَا أُجَاهِدُ عَبَثاً؟

Even if I washed myself with soap
    and my hands with cleansing powder,

وَحَتَّى لَوِ اغْتَسَلْتُ بِالثَّلْجِ وَنَظَّفْتُ يَدَيَّ بِالْمُنَظِّفَاتِ،

you would plunge me into a slime pit
    so that even my clothes would detest me.

فَإِنَّكَ تَطْرَحُنِي فِي مُسْتَنْقَعٍ نَتِنٍ حَتَّى تَكْرَهَنِي ثِيَابِي

“He is not a mere mortal like me that I might answer him,
    that we might confront each other in court.

لأَنَّهُ لَيْسَ إِنْسَاناً مِثْلِي فَأُجَاوِبَهُ، وَنَمْثُلَ مَعاً لِلْمُحَاكَمَةِ.

If only there were someone to mediate between us,
    someone to bring us together,

وَلَيْسَ مِنْ حَكَمٍ بَيْنَنَا يَضَعُ يَدَهُ عَلَى كِلَيْنَا.

someone to remove God’s rod from me,
    so that his terror would frighten me no more.

لِيَكُفَّ عَنِّي عَصَاهُ فَلا يُرَوِّعَنِي رُعْبُهُ،

Then I would speak up without fear of him,
    but as it now stands with me, I cannot.