A human beingאָדָםbornיְלוּדof womanאִשָּׁהis shortקְצַרof daysיָמִיםand satedוּשְׂבַעwith turmoil.רֹגֶז
Like a flowerכְּצִיץhe comes outיָצָאand withers;וַיִּמָּלhe fleesוַיִּבְרַחlike the shadowכַּצֵּלand does notוְלֹאstand.יַעֲמוֹד
Even onאַף עַלsuch a oneזֶהyou openפָּקַחְתָּyour eyes,עֵינֶךָand meוְאֹתִיyou bringתָבִיאinto judgmentבְמִשְׁפָּטwith you?עִמָּךְ
Who will bringמִי יִתֵּןa clean thingטָהוֹרout of an unclean?מִטָּמֵאNotלֹאone.אֶחָד
Ifאִםhis daysיָמָיוare determined,חֲרוּצִיםthe numberמִסְפַּרof his monthsחֳדָשָׁיוis with you;אִתָּךְhis limitsחֻקָּיוyou have made,עָשִׂיתָand he will notוְלֹאpass them.יַעֲבוֹר
look awayשְׁעֵהfrom himמֵעָלָיוthat he may cease,וְיֶחְדָּלuntilעַדhe takes pleasure,יִרְצֶהlike a hired worker,כְּשָׂכִירin his day.יוֹמוֹ
Forכִּיthere isיֵשׁhopeתִּקְוָהfor a tree:לָעֵץifאִםit is cut down,יִכָּרֵתit will renew itselfיַחֲלִיףagain,וְעוֹדand its shootsוְיֹנַקְתּוֹwill notלֹאcease.תֶחְדָּל
Ifאִםits rootשָׁרְשׁוֹgrows oldיַזְקִיןin the earth,בָּאָרֶץand in the dustוּבֶעָפָרits trunkגִּזְעוֹdies,יָמוּת
at the scentמֵרֵיחַof waterמַיִםit will blossom,יַפְרִחַand put forthוְעָשָׂהbranchesקָצִירlikeכְּמוֹa young plant.נָטַע
But a manוְגֶבֶרdiesיָמוּתand is left without strength;וַיֶּחֱלָשׁa human beingאָדָםexpires,וַיִּגְוַעand where is he?וְאַיּוֹ
Watersמַיִםgo awayאָזְלוּfromמִנִּיthe sea,יָםand a riverוְנָהָרis drainedיֶחֱרַבand dries up;וְיָבֵשׁ
so a manוְאִישׁlies downשָׁכַבand does notוְלֹאrise;יָקוּםuntilעַדthe heavensשָׁמַיִםare no more,בִּלְתִּיthey will notלֹאawake,יָקִיצוּnorוְלֹאbe rousedיֵעֹרוּfrom their sleep.מִשְּׁנָתָם
Who would grantמִי יִתֵּןthat in Sheolבִּשְׁאוֹלyou would keep me hidden,תַּצְפִּנֵנִיthat you would conceal meתַּסְתִּירֵנִיuntilעַדyour angerאַפֶּךָturned away,שׁוּבthat you would setתָּשִׁיתmeלִיa limitחֹקand remember me.וְתִזְכְּרֵנִי
Ifאִםa manגֶּבֶרdies,יָמוּתwill he live?הֲיִחְיֶהAllכָּלthe daysיְמֵיof my serviceצְבָאִיI would wait,אֲיַחֵלuntilעַדmy reliefחֲלִיפָתִיcomes.בּוֹא
You would call,תִּקְרָאand Iוְאָנֹכִיwould answer you;אֶעֱנֶךָּfor the workלְמַעֲשֵׂהof your handsיָדֶיךָyou would long.תִכְסֹף
Forכִּיnowעַתָּהyou would countתִּסְפּוֹרmy steps;צְעָדַיyou would notלֹאkeep watchתִשְׁמוֹרoverעַלmy sin.חַטָּאתִי
Sealed upחָתֻםin a bagבִּצְרוֹרwould be my transgression,פִּשְׁעִיand you would plaster overוַתִּטְפֹּל עַלmy iniquity.עֲוֺנִי
Butוְאוּלָםa mountainהַרthat fallsנוֹפֵלcrumbles away,יִבּוֹלand a rockוְצוּרis removedיֶעְתַּקfrom its place;מִמְּקֹמוֹ
waterמַיִםwears awayשָׁחֲקוּstones;אֲבָנִיםits floodsסְפִיחֶיהָsweep awayתִּשְׁטֹףthe dustעֲפַרof the earth;אָרֶץand the hopeוְתִקְוַתof a mortalאֱנוֹשׁyou make perish.הֶאֱבַדְתָּ
You prevail over himתִּתְקְפֵהוּforever,לָנֶצַחand he goes;וַיַּהֲלֹךְchangingמְשַׁנֶּהhis face,פָנָיוyou send him away.וַתְּשַׁלְּחֵהוּ
His sonsבָנָיוcome to honor,יִכְבְּדוּand he does notוְלֹאknow it;יֵדָעor they are brought low,וְיִצְעֲרוּand he does notוְלֹאperceiveיָבִיןit.לָמוֹ
Onlyאַךְhis fleshבְּשָׂרוֹon himעָלָיוfeels pain,יִכְאָבand his soulוְנַפְשׁוֹfor himעָלָיוmourns.”תֶּאֱבָל