AndוַEliphazאֱלִיפַזthe Temaniteהַתֵּימָנִיansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Will a wise manהֶחָכָםanswerיַעֲנֶהwith knowledgeדַעַתof wind,רוּחַand fillוִימַלֵּאhis bellyבִּטְנוֹwith the east wind?קָדִים
Arguingהוֹכֵחַwith a wordבְּדָבָרthat does notלֹאprofit,יִסְכּוֹןand with wordsוּמִלִּיםthat are of noלֹאuse?יוֹעִיל בָּם
You,אַתָּהmoreover,אַףannulתָּפֵרthe fear,יִרְאָהand diminishוְתִגְרַעmeditationשִׂיחָהbeforeלִפְנֵיEl.אֵל
Forכִּיyour iniquityעֲוֺנְךָteachesיְאַלֵּףyour mouth,פִיךָand you chooseוְתִבְחַרthe tongueלְשׁוֹןof the crafty.עֲרוּמִים
Your mouthפִיךָdeclares you wicked,יַרְשִׁיעֲךָand notוְלֹאI;אָנִיand your lipsוּשְׂפָתֶיךָtestifyיַעֲנוּagainst you.בָךְ
Were you bornהֲ תִּוָּלֵדthe firstרִאישׁוֹןof human beings,אָדָםand beforeוְלִפְנֵיthe hillsגְבָעוֹתwere you brought forth?חוֹלָלְתָּ
In the intimate counselהַבְסוֹדof Eloahאֱלוֹהַdo you listen,תִּשְׁמָעand reserveוְתִגְרַעwisdomחָכְמָהfor yourself?אֵלֶיךָ
Whatמַהdo you knowיָּדַעְתָּthat we do notוְלֹאknow?נֵדָעWhat do you understandתָּבִיןthatוְis notלֹא הוּאwith us?עִמָּנוּ
Bothגַּםthe gray-hairedשָׂבandגַּםthe very agedיָשִׁישׁare among us,בָּנוּolderכַּבִּירthan your fatherמֵאָבִיךָin days.יָמִים
Are too smallהַמְעַטfor youמִמְּךָthe consolationsתַּנְחֻמוֹתof El,אֵלand a wordוְדָבָרspoken gentlyלָאַטwith you?עִמָּךְ
Whyמַהdoes your heartלִבֶּךָcarry you away,יִּקָּחֲךָand whyוּמַהdo your eyesעֵינֶיךָblink,יִּרְזְמוּן
thatכִּיyou turnתָשִׁיבyour spiritרוּחֶךָagainstאֶלEl,אֵלand bring outוְהֹצֵאתָwordsמִלִּיןfrom your mouth?מִפִּיךָ
Whatמָהis the mortal,אֱנוֹשׁthatכִּיhe should be pure,יִזְכֶּהand thatוְכִיone bornיְלוּדof womanאִשָּׁהshould be righteous?יִצְדַּק
Look,הֵןin his holy onesבִּקְדֹשָׁיוhe does notלֹאtrust,יַאֲמִיןand the heavensוְשָׁמַיִםare notלֹאpureזַכּוּin his eyes;בְעֵינָיו
how much lessאַף כִּיone abominableנִתְעָבand corrupt,וְנֶאֱלָחa manאִישׁwho drinksשֹׁתֶהinjusticeעַוְלָהlike water.כַמַּיִם
I will declare it to you,אֲחַוְךָlisten to me;שְׁמַע לִיand whatוְזֶהI have seenחָזִיתִיI will recount,וַאֲסַפֵּרָה
whatאֲשֶׁרwise menחֲכָמִיםtell,יַגִּידוּand have notוְלֹאhidden,כִחֲדוּreceived from their fathers;מֵאֲבוֹתָם
to themלָהֶםaloneלְבַדָּםthe landהָאָרֶץwas given,נִתְּנָהand noוְלֹאstrangerזָרpassedעָבַרamong them.בְּתוֹכָם
Allכָּלthe daysיְמֵיof the wicked,רָשָׁעheהוּאwrithes in pain,מִתְחוֹלֵלandוּthrough the numberמִסְפַּרof yearsשָׁנִיםstored upנִצְפְּנוּfor the tyrant.לֶעָרִיץ
A soundקוֹלof dreadsפְּחָדִיםis in his ears;בְּאָזְנָיוin peaceבַּשָּׁלוֹםthe devastatorשׁוֹדֵדcomes upon him.יְבוֹאֶנּוּ
He does notלֹאbelieveיַאֲמִיןthat he will returnשׁוּבfromמִנִּיdarkness,חֹשֶׁךְand he is stalkedוְצָפוּי הוּאbyאֱלֵיthe sword.חָרֶב
Heהוּאwandersנֹדֵדfor bread:לַלֶּחֶם‘Where is it?’;אַיֵּהhe knowsיָדַעthatכִּיthe dayיוֹםof darknessחֹשֶׁךְis readyנָכוֹןat his hand.בְּיָדוֹ
Anguishצַרand distressוּמְצוּקָהterrify him;יְבַעֲתֻהוּthey overpower himתִּתְקְפֵהוּlike a kingכְּמֶלֶךְreadyעָתִידfor the assault.לַכִּידוֹר
Becauseכִּיhe stretched outנָטָהhis handיָדוֹagainstאֶלEl,אֵלand againstוְאֶלShaddaiשַׁדַּיhe acts the hero;יִתְגַּבָּר
he runsיָרוּץat himאֵלָיוwith his neck erect,בְּצַוָּארwith the thicknessבַּעֲבִיof the bossesגַּבֵּיof his shields;מָגִנָּיו
becauseכִּיhe coveredכִסָּהhis faceפָנָיוwith his fat,בְּחֶלְבּוֹand madeוַיַּעַשׂfatnessפִּימָהonעֲלֵיhis loins;כָסֶל
and he dweltוַיִּשְׁכּוֹןin citiesעָרִיםwiped out,נִכְחָדוֹתin housesבָּתִּיםthat no oneלֹאlives in,יֵשְׁבוּ לָמוֹthatאֲשֶׁרwere destinedהִתְעַתְּדוּto become heaps of stones.לְגַלִּים
He will notלֹאgrow rich,יֶעְשַׁרandוְhis wealthחֵילוֹwill notלֹאendure,יָקוּםandוְtheir possessionמִנְלָםwill notלֹאspreadיִטֶּהover the land.לָאָרֶץ
He will notלֹאdepartיָסוּרfromמִנִּיdarkness;חֹשֶׁךְthe flameשַׁלְהָבֶתwill dry upתְּיַבֵּשׁhis shoot,יֹנַקְתּוֹand he will departוְיָסוּרby the breathבְּרוּחַof his mouth.פִּיו
Let him notאַלtrustיַאֲמֵןin emptiness,בַּשָּׁיוled astray,נִתְעָהforכִּיemptinessשָׁוְאwill beתִּהְיֶהwhat he gets in exchange.תְמוּרָתוֹ
Beforeבְּלֹאhis dayיוֹמוֹit will be fulfilled,תִּמָּלֵאand his branchוְכִפָּתוֹwill notלֹאbe green.רַעֲנָנָה
He will violently tear off,יַחְמֹסlike the vine,כַּגֶּפֶןhis unripe grapes,בִּסְרוֹand cast off,וְיַשְׁלֵךְlike the olive tree,כַּזַּיִתhis blossom.נִצָּתוֹ
Forכִּיthe communityעֲדַתof the godlessחָנֵףis barren,גַּלְמוּדand fireוְאֵשׁconsumesאָכְלָהthe tentsאָהֳלֵיof bribery.שֹׁחַד
They conceiveהָרֹהsufferingעָמָלand give birth toוְיָלֹדwickedness,אָוֶןand their bellyוּבִטְנָםpreparesתָּכִיןdeceit.”מִרְמָה