AndוַJobאִיּוֹבansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“How longעַד אָנָהwill you grieveתּוֹגְיוּןmy soul,נַפְשִׁיand crush meוּתְדַכְּאוּנַנִיwith words?בְמִלִּים
Theseזֶהtenעֶשֶׂרtimesפְּעָמִיםyou have put me to shame;תַּכְלִימוּנִיyou are notלֹאashamedתֵבֹשׁוּto mistreat me.תַּהְכְּרוּ לִי
And even ifוְאַףindeedאָמְנָםI have erred,שָׁגִיתִיmy errorמְשׁוּגָתִיspends the nightתָּלִיןwith me.אִתִּי
Ifאִםindeedאָמְנָםyou magnify yourselvesתַּגְדִּילוּagainst meעָלַיand argueוְתוֹכִיחוּagainst meעָלַיwith my reproach,חֶרְפָּתִּי
know,דְּעוּthen,אֵפוֹthatכִּיEloahאֱלוֹהַּhas twisted me,עִוְּתָנִיand with his netוּמְצוּדוֹhas encircled me.עָלַי הִקִּיף
Look,הֵןI cry out,אֶצְעַק‘Violence,’חָמָסand I am notוְלֹאanswered;אֵעָנֶהI call for help,אֲשַׁוַּעand there is noוְאֵיןjudgment.מִשְׁפָּט
He has fenced inגָדַרmy path,אָרְחִיand I do notוְלֹאpass;אֶעֱבוֹרand onוְעַלmy pathsנְתִיבוֹתַיhe setsיָשִׂיםdarkness.חֹשֶׁךְ
He has stripped meמֵעָלַי הִפְשִׁיטof my honor,כְּבוֹדִיand removedוַיָּסַרthe crownעֲטֶרֶתfrom my head.רֹאשִׁי
He tears me downיִתְּצֵנִיon every side,סָבִיבand I am gone;וָאֵלַךְand he uprootsוַיַּסַּעlike a treeכָּעֵץmy hope.תִּקְוָתִי
And he has kindledוַיַּחַרhis angerאַפּוֹagainst me,עָלַיand counts meוַיַּחְשְׁבֵנִיto himselfלוֹas his adversaries.כְצָרָיו
Togetherיַחַדhis bandsגְדוּדָיוcome,יָבֹאוּand build upוַיָּסֹלּוּtheir wayדַּרְכָּםagainst me,עָלַיand encampוַיַּחֲנוּaroundסָבִיבmy tent.לְאָהֳלִי
My brothersאַחַיhe has removed farהִרְחִיקfrom me,מֵעָלַיand my acquaintancesוְיֹדְעַיare whollyאַךְestrangedזָרוּfrom me.מִמֶּנִּי
My relativesקְרוֹבָיhave ceased,חָדְלוּand my intimatesוּמְיֻדָּעַיhave forgotten me.שְׁכֵחוּנִי
Those who resideגָּרֵיin my houseבֵיתִיand my female slavesוְאַמְהֹתַיcount meתַּחְשְׁבֻנִיas a stranger;לְזָרa foreignerנָכְרִיI have becomeהָיִיתִיin their eyes.בְעֵינֵיהֶם
I callקָרָאתִיto my slave,לְעַבְדִּיand he does notוְלֹאanswer;יַעֲנֶהwith my mouthבְּמוֹ פִיI plead with him.אֶתְחַנֶּן לוֹ
My breathרוּחִיis strangeזָרָהto my wife,לְאִשְׁתִּיand I pleadוְחַנֹּתִיwith the sonsלִבְנֵיof my belly.בִטְנִי
Evenגַּםlittle onesעֲוִילִיםdespise me;מָאֲסוּ בִיI rise,אָקוּמָהand they speakוַיְדַבְּרוּagainst me.בִי
Allכָּלthe menמְתֵיof my intimate counselסוֹדִיabhor me,תִּעֲבוּנִיand theseוְזֶהwhom I lovedאָהַבְתִּיhave turnedנֶהְפְּכוּagainst me.בִי
My boneעַצְמִיclingsדָּבְקָהto my skinבְּעוֹרִיand to my flesh,וּבִבְשָׂרִיand I have escapedוָאֶתְמַלְּטָהby the skinבְּעוֹרof my teeth.שִׁנָּי
Show me favor,חָנֻּנִיshow me favor,חָנֻּנִיyouאַתֶּםmy companions,רֵעָיforכִּיthe handיַדof Eloahאֱלוֹהַּhas touched me.נָגְעָה בִּי
Whyלָמָּהdo you pursue meתִּרְדְּפֻנִיlikeכְמוֹEl,אֵלand are notלֹאsatisfiedתִשְׂבָּעוּwith my flesh?וּמִבְּשָׂרִי
If only,מִי יִתֵּןthen,אֵפוֹmy wordsמִלָּיwere written down;וְיִכָּתְבוּןif onlyמִי יִתֵּןthey were inscribedוְיֻחָקוּin a book;בַּסֵּפֶר
that with a stylusבְּעֵטof ironבַּרְזֶלand leadוְעֹפָרֶתforeverלָעַדin the rockבַּצּוּרthey were carved.יֵחָצְבוּן
And Iוַאֲנִיknowיָדַעְתִּיthat my redeemerגֹּאֲלִיlives,חָיand that at the lastוְאַחֲרוֹןhe will riseיָקוּםonעַלthe dust.עָפָר
And afterוְאַחַרthisזֹאתmy skinעוֹרִיhas been destroyed,נִקְּפוּfrom my fleshוּמִבְּשָׂרִיI will seeאֶחֱזֶהEloah;אֱלוֹהַּ
whomאֲשֶׁרIאֲנִיwill seeאֶחֱזֶהfor myself,לִּיand my eyesוְעֵינַיwill look on him,רָאוּand notוְלֹאa stranger.זָרMy kidneysכִלְיֹתַיare consumedכָּלוּwithin my bosom.בְּחֵקִי
Ifכִּיyou say,תֹאמְרוּ‘Howמַהshall we pursue him?’נִּרְדָּף לוֹand that the rootוְשֹׁרֶשׁof the matterדָּבָרis foundנִמְצָאin me,בִי
be afraidגּוּרוּyourselvesלָכֶםofמִפְּנֵיthe sword,חֶרֶבforכִּיwrathחֵמָהis iniquitiesעֲוֺנוֹתof the sword,חָרֶבso thatלְמַעַןyou may knowתֵּדְעוּןthatשַׁthere is judgment.”דּוּן