AndוַBildadבִּלְדַּדthe Shuhiteהַשֻּׁחִיansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“How longעַד אָנָהwill you setתְּשִׂימוּןhindrancesקִנְצֵיto words?לְמִלִּיןUnderstand,תָּבִינוּand afterwardוְאַחַרwe will speak.נְדַבֵּר
Whyמַדּוּעַare we regardedנֶחְשַׁבְנוּas beasts,כַבְּהֵמָהand are we vileנִטְמִינוּin your eyes?בְּעֵינֵיכֶם
He who tearsטֹרֵףhimselfנַפְשׁוֹin his anger:בְּאַפּוֹfor your sakeהַלְמַעַנְךָwill the earthאָרֶץbe forsaken,תֵּעָזַבand the rockוְ צוּרbe removedיֶעְתַּקfrom its place?מִמְּקֹמוֹ
Alsoגַּםthe lightאוֹרof the wickedרְשָׁעִיםis extinguished,יִדְעָךְand the sparkשְׁבִיבof his fireאִשּׁוֹdoes notוְלֹאshine.יִגַּהּ
The lightאוֹרgrows darkחָשַׁךְin his tent,בְּאָהֳלוֹand his lampוְנֵרוֹabove himעָלָיוis extinguished.יִדְעָךְ
The stepsצַעֲדֵיof his vigorאוֹנוֹare cramped,יֵצְרוּand his own counselעֲצָתוֹthrows him down.וְתַשְׁלִיכֵהוּ
Forכִּיhe is sentשֻׁלַּחinto a netבְּרֶשֶׁתby his own feet,בְּרַגְלָיוand ontoוְעַלa meshשְׂבָכָהhe walks.יִתְהַלָּךְ
A snareפָּחseizes himיֹאחֵזby the heel;בְּעָקֵבthe trapצַמִּיםholds fastיַחֲזֵקon him.עָלָיו
Hiddenטָמוּןin the earthבָּאָרֶץis his cord,חַבְלוֹand his snaring deviceוּמַלְכֻּדְתּוֹonעֲלֵיthe path.נָתִיב
All aroundסָבִיבterrorsבַלָּהוֹתterrify him,בִּעֲתֻהוּand chase himוֶהֱפִיצֻהוּat his heels.לְרַגְלָיו
His vigorאֹנוֹisיְהִיhungry,רָעֵבand calamityוְאֵידis readyנָכוֹןat his side.לְצַלְעוֹ
It eatsיֹאכַלthe limbsבַּדֵּיof his skin;עוֹרוֹthe firstbornבְּכוֹרof deathמָוֶתeatsיֹאכַלhis limbs.בַּדָּיו
He is tornיִנָּתֵקfrom his tent,מֵאָהֳלוֹhis security,מִבְטַחוֹand they march himוְתַצְעִדֵהוּto the kingלְמֶלֶךְof terrors.בַּלָּהוֹת
What is not hisמִבְּלִי לוֹdwellsתִּשְׁכּוֹןin his tent;בְּאָהֳלוֹsulfurגָפְרִיתis scatteredיְזֹרֶהoverעַלhis abode.נָוֵהוּ
Belowמִתַּחַתhis rootsשָׁרָשָׁיוdry up,יִבָשׁוּand aboveוּמִמַּעַלhis branchesקְצִירוֹwither.יִמַּל
His memoryזִכְרוֹperishesאָבַדfromמִנִּיthe earth,אָרֶץand he has noוְלֹא לוֹnameשֵׁםonעַלthe faceפְּנֵיof the open country.חוּץ
They drive himיֶהְדְּפֻהוּfrom lightמֵאוֹרintoאֶלdarkness,חֹשֶׁךְand from the worldוּמִתֵּבֵלthey chase him away.יְנִדֻּהוּ
He hasלוֹnoלֹאsonנִיןnorוְלֹאdescendantנֶכֶדamong his people,בְּעַמּוֹand there is noוְאֵיןsurvivorשָׂרִידwhere he resided.בִּמְגוּרָיו
Atעַלhis dayיוֹמוֹthose afterאַחֲרֹנִיםare appalled,נָשַׁמּוּandוְhorrorשָׂעַרseizesאָחֲזוּthose before.קַדְמֹנִים
Surelyאַךְthese areאֵלֶּהthe dwellingsמִשְׁכְּנוֹתof the unjust,עַוָּלand this isוְזֶהthe placeמְקוֹםof him who does notלֹאknowיָדַעEl.”אֵל