AndוַJobאִיּוֹבansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“I have heardשָׁמַעְתִּיmany thingsרַבּוֹתlike these;כְאֵלֶּהcomfortersמְנַחֲמֵיof sufferingעָמָלare you all.כֻּלְּכֶם
Will there be an endהֲקֵץto wordsלְדִבְרֵיof wind?רוּחַOrאוֹwhatמַהprovokes youיַּמְרִיצְךָthatכִּיyou answer?תַעֲנֶה
Iאָנֹכִיalsoגַּםcould speakאֲדַבֵּרָהlike you,כָּכֶםifלוּyour soulנַפְשְׁכֶםwereיֵשׁin place ofתַּחַתmy soul;נַפְשִׁיI could string togetherאַחְבִּירָהwordsבְּמִלִּיםagainst you,עֲלֵיכֶםand shakeוְאָנִיעָהmy headבְּמוֹ רֹאשִׁיat you.עֲלֵיכֶם
I could make you firmאֲאַמִּצְכֶםwith my mouth,בְּמוֹ פִיand the movementוְנִידof my lipsשְׂפָתַיwould restrain your pain.יַחְשֹׂךְ
IfאִםI speak,אֲדַבְּרָהmy painכְּאֵבִיis notלֹאrestrained;יֵחָשֵׂךְand if I cease,וְאַחְדְּלָהwhatמַהgoes awayיַהֲלֹךְfrom me?מִנִּי
Butאַךְnowעַתָּהhe has wearied me;הֶלְאָנִיyou have devastatedהֲשִׁמּוֹתָallכָּלmy community.עֲדָתִי
And you have seized me:וַתִּקְמְטֵנִיit has becomeהָיָהa witness;לְעֵדand my leannessכַחֲשִׁיrises upוַיָּקָםagainst me,בִּיit testifiesיַעֲנֶהto my face.בְּפָנַי
His angerאַפּוֹtearsטָרַףand bears a grudge against me;וַיִּשְׂטְמֵנִיhe gnashesחָרַקhis teethבְּשִׁנָּיוat me;עָלַיmy adversaryצָרִיsharpensיִלְטוֹשׁhis eyesעֵינָיוat me.לִי
They open wideפָּעֲרוּtheir mouthבְּפִיהֶםagainst me;עָלַיwith reproachבְּחֶרְפָּהthey strikeהִכּוּmy cheeks;לְחָיָיtogetherיַחַדthey mass themselvesיִתְמַלָּאוּןagainst me.עָלַי
Elאֵלhands me overיַסְגִּירֵנִיto the perverse,אֶל עֲוִילand into the handsוְעַל יְדֵיof the wickedרְשָׁעִיםhe throws me.יִרְטֵנִי
I wasהָיִיתִיtranquil,שָׁלֵוand he shook me;וַיְפַרְפְּרֵנִיhe seized meוְאָחַזby the neckבְּעָרְפִּיand smashed me to pieces,וַיְפַצְפְּצֵנִיand set me upוַיְקִימֵנִיfor himselfלוֹas a target.לְמַטָּרָה
His archersרַבָּיוsurround me;יָסֹבּוּ עָלַיhe splits openיְפַלַּחmy kidneysכִּלְיוֹתַיand does notוְלֹאhave compassion;יַחְמוֹלhe pours outיִשְׁפֹּךְmy gallמְרֵרָתִיon the ground.לָאָרֶץ
He breaks through me,יִפְרְצֵנִיbreachפֶרֶץuponעַל פְּנֵיbreach;פָרֶץhe runsיָרֻץat meעָלַיlike a mighty man.כְּגִבּוֹר
SackclothשַׂקI have sewnתָּפַרְתִּיonעֲלֵיmy skin,גִלְדִּיand thrustוְעֹלַלְתִּיmy hornקַרְנִיinto the dust.בֶעָפָר
My faceפָּנַיis redחֳמַרְמְרוּfromמִנִּיweeping,בֶכִיand onוְעַלmy eyelidsעַפְעַפַּיis the shadow of death,צַלְמָוֶת
althoughעַלthere is noלֹאviolenceחָמָסin my palms,בְּכַפָּיand my prayerוּתְפִלָּתִיis pure.זַכָּה
Earth,אֶרֶץdo notאַלcoverתְּכַסִּיmy blood,דָמִיand let there beיְהִיnoוְאַלplaceמָקוֹםfor my outcry.לְזַעֲקָתִי
Evenגַּםnow,עַתָּהlook,הִנֵּהin the heavensבַשָּׁמַיִםis my witness,עֵדִיand the one who vouches for meוְשָׂהֲדִיis in the heights.בַּמְּרוֹמִים
Those who mock meמְלִיצַיare my companions;רֵעָיtowardאֶלEloahאֱלוֹהַmy eyeעֵינִיdrips,דָּלְפָה
that he may argueוְיוֹכַחfor a manלְגֶבֶרwithעִםEloah,אֱלוֹהַּas a sonוּבֶןof manאָדָםfor his companion.לְרֵעֵהוּ
Forכִּיyearsשְׁנוֹתthat are numberedמִסְפָּרwill come,יֶאֱתָיוּand on a pathוְאֹרַחfrom which I will notלֹאreturnאָשׁוּבI will go.אֶהֱלֹךְ