AndוַJobאִיּוֹבansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Listen carefullyשִׁמְעוּ שָׁמוֹעַto my word,מִלָּתִיand let this beוּתְהִי זֹאתyour consolations.תַּנְחוּמֹתֵיכֶם
Bear with me,שָׂאוּנִיand Iוְאָנֹכִיwill speak;אֲדַבֵּרand afterוְאַחַרI have spoken,דַּבְּרִיmock.תַלְעִיג
Isהֶmy complaintאָנֹכִי שִׂיחִיto a human being?לְאָדָםAnd whyוְאִם מַדּוּעַshould my spiritרוּחִיnotלֹאgrow impatient?תִקְצַר
Turnפְּנוּto meאֵלַיand be appalled,וְהָשַׁמּוּand putוְשִׂימוּyour handיָדoverעַלyour mouth.פֶּה
WhenוְאִםI remember,זָכַרְתִּיI am troubled,וְנִבְהָלְתִּיand tremblingפַּלָּצוּתseizesוְאָחַזmy flesh.בְּשָׂרִי
Whyמַדּוּעַdo the wickedרְשָׁעִיםlive,יִחְיוּgrow old,עָתְקוּand evenגַּםgrow mightyגָּבְרוּin wealth?חָיִל
Their offspringזַרְעָםis establishedנָכוֹןbefore them,לִפְנֵיהֶםwith them,עִמָּםand their offshootsוְצֶאֱצָאֵיהֶםbefore their eyes.לְעֵינֵיהֶם
Their housesבָּתֵּיהֶםare at peace,שָׁלוֹםwithout dread,מִפָּחַדand noוְלֹאrodשֵׁבֶטof Eloahאֱלוֹהַּis upon them.עֲלֵיהֶם
Their bullשׁוֹרוֹbreedsעִבַּרand does notוְלֹאfail;יַגְעִלtheir cowפָּרָתוֹcalvesתְּפַלֵּטand does notוְלֹאmiscarry.תְשַׁכֵּל
They send outיְשַׁלְּחוּtheir little onesעֲוִילֵיהֶםlike a flock,כַצֹּאןand their childrenוְיַלְדֵיהֶםdance.יְרַקֵּדוּן
They raise their voiceיִשְׂאוּwith the tambourineכְּתֹףand lyre,וְכִנּוֹרand rejoiceוְיִשְׂמְחוּat the soundלְקוֹלof the flute.עוּגָב
They finishיְכַלּוּtheir daysיְמֵיהֶםin prosperity,בַטּוֹבand in a momentוּבְרֶגַעthey go downיֵחָתּוּto Sheol.שְׁאוֹל
And they sayוַיֹּאמְרוּto El,לָאֵל‘Turn awayסוּרfrom us;מִמֶּנּוּthe knowledgeוְדַעַתof your waysדְּרָכֶיךָwe do notלֹאdesire.חָפָצְנוּ
What isמַהShaddai,שַׁדַּיthatכִּיwe should serve him?נַעַבְדֶנּוּAnd of whatוּמַהuse is it to usנּוֹעִילthatכִּיwe entreat him?’נִפְגַּע בּוֹ
Look,הֵןtheir prosperityטוּבָםis notלֹאin their hand;בְיָדָםthe counselעֲצַתof the wickedרְשָׁעִיםis farרָחֲקָהfrom me.מֶנִּי
How oftenכַּמָּהis the lampנֵרof the wickedרְשָׁעִיםextinguished,יִדְעָךְand does their calamityאֵידָםcomeוְיָבֹאupon them,עָלֵימוֹand does he distributeיְחַלֵּקpainsחֲבָלִיםin his anger?בְּאַפּוֹ
Are theyיִהְיוּlike strawכְּתֶבֶןbeforeלִפְנֵיthe wind,רוּחַand like chaffוּכְמֹץthat the whirlwindסוּפָהsteals away?גְּנָבַתּוּ
‘Eloahאֱלוֹהַּstores upיִצְפֹּןhis wickednessאוֹנוֹfor his sons,’לְבָנָיוthey say.Let him repay itיְשַׁלֵּםto him,אֵלָיוand let him know it.וְיֵדָע
Let his eyesעֵינָיוseeיִרְאוּhis ruin,כִּידוֹand let him drinkיִשְׁתֶּהof the wrathוּמֵחֲמַתof Shaddai.שַׁדַּי
Forכִּיwhatמַהinterest does he haveחֶפְצוֹin his houseבְּבֵיתוֹafter him,אַחֲרָיוwhen the numberוּמִסְפַּרof his monthsחֳדָשָׁיוis cut off?חֻצָּצוּ
Will anyone teachיְלַמֶּדknowledgeדָּעַתto El,הַלְאֵלsince heוְהוּאjudgesיִשְׁפּוֹטthose on high?רָמִים
Oneזֶהdiesיָמוּתin his veryבְּעֶצֶםfullness,תֻּמּוֹwhollyכֻּלּוֹat easeשַׁלְאֲנַןand tranquil;וְשָׁלֵיו
his vesselsעֲטִינָיוare fullמָלְאוּof milk,חָלָבand the marrowוּמֹחַof his bonesעַצְמוֹתָיוis moist.יְשֻׁקֶּה
And anotherוְזֶהdiesיָמוּתwith a bitterמָרָהsoul,בְּנֶפֶשׁand did notוְלֹאeatאָכַלof the good.בַּטּוֹבָה
Togetherיַחַדinעַלthe dustעָפָרthey lie down,יִשְׁכָּבוּand wormsוְרִמָּהcover them.תְּכַסֶּה עֲלֵיהֶם
Look,הֵןI knowיָדַעְתִּיyour thoughts,מַחְשְׁבוֹתֵיכֶםand the plansוּמְזִמּוֹתwith which you do me violence.עָלַי תַּחְמֹסוּ
Forכִּיyou say,תֹאמְרוּ‘Where isאַיֵּהthe houseבֵיתof the noble,נָדִיבand whereוְאַיֵּהthe tentאֹהֶלof the dwellingsמִשְׁכְּנוֹתof the wicked?’רְשָׁעִים
Have you notהֲלֹאaskedשְׁאֶלְתֶּםthose who pass alongעוֹבְרֵיthe road,דָרֶךְand their signsוְאֹתֹתָםyou do notלֹאfail to recognize:תְנַכֵּרוּ
thatכִּיfor the dayלְיוֹםof calamityאֵידthe evil manרָעis reserved,יֵחָשֶׂךְfor the dayלְיוֹםof furiesעֲבָרוֹתthey are carried off?יוּבָלוּ
Whoמִיwill tellיַגִּידhis wayדַּרְכּוֹto his face?עַל פָּנָיוAnd whatוְheהוּאhas done,עָשָׂהwhoמִיwill repay him for it?יְשַׁלֶּם לוֹ
And heוְהוּאto the gravesלִקְבָרוֹתis carried,יוּבָלand overוְעַלthe heapגָּדִישׁwatch is kept.יִשְׁקוֹד
Sweetמָתְקוּto himלוֹare the clodsרִגְבֵיof the valley;נָחַלand after himוְאַחֲרָיוeveryכָּלhuman beingאָדָםgoes,יִמְשׁוֹךְand before him,וּלְפָנָיוwithoutאֵיןnumber.מִסְפָּר
How,אֵיךְthen,וְdo you comfort meתְּנַחֲמוּנִיin vain,הָבֶלand of your answersוּתְשׁוּבֹתֵיכֶםthere remainsנִשְׁאַרunfaithfulness?”מָעַל