AndוַEliphazאֱלִיפַזthe Temaniteהַתֵּמָנִיansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Can a manגָּבֶרbe of profitיִסְכָּןto El?הַלְאֵלRather,כִּיthe prudentמַשְׂכִּילprofitsיִסְכֹּןhimself.עָלֵימוֹ
Does Shaddaiלְשַׁדַּיhave an interestהַחֵפֶץinכִּיyour being righteous,תִצְדָּקorוְאִםis it gainבֶּצַעthatכִּיyou make blamelessתַתֵּםyour ways?דְּרָכֶיךָ
Is it for your fearהֲמִיִּרְאָתְךָthat he reproves you,יֹכִיחֶךָthat he entersיָבוֹאwith youעִמְּךָinto judgment?בַּמִּשְׁפָּט
Is notהֲלֹאyour evilרָעָתְךָgreat,רַבָּהand is there noוְאֵיןendקֵץto your iniquities?לַעֲוֺנֹתֶיךָ
Forכִּיyou took pledgesתַחְבֹּלfrom your brothersאַחֶיךָfor nothing,חִנָּםand strippedתַּפְשִׁיטthe nakedעֲרוּמִּיםof their clothing.וּבִגְדֵי
You did notלֹאgive the wearyעָיֵףwaterמַיִםto drink,תַּשְׁקֶהand from the hungryוּמֵרָעֵבyou withheldתִּמְנַעbread.לָחֶם
And the landוְ הָאָרֶץbelonged to the manאִישׁ לוֹof arm,זְרוֹעַand the respected manוּנְשׂוּא פָנִיםdweltיֵשֶׁבin it.בָּהּ
Widowsאַלְמָנוֹתyou sent awayשִׁלַּחְתָּempty,רֵיקָםand the armsוּזְרֹעוֹתof the orphansיְתֹמִיםwere crushed.יְדֻכָּא
Thereforeעַל כֵּןsnaresפַחִיםare all around you,סְבִיבוֹתֶיךָand suddenפִּתְאֹםdreadפַּחַדtroubles you;וִיבַהֶלְךָ
orאוֹdarkness,חֹשֶׁךְso that you cannotלֹאsee,תִרְאֶהand an abundanceוְשִׁפְעַתof watersמַיִםcovers you.תְּכַסֶּךָּ
Is notהֲלֹאEloahאֱלוֹהַּin the heightגֹּבַהּof the heavens?שָׁמָיִםAnd seeוּרְאֵהthe topרֹאשׁof the stars,כּוֹכָבִיםhowכִּיhigh they are.רָמּוּ
And you say,וְאָמַרְתָּ‘Whatמַהdoes Elאֵלknow?יָּדַעThroughהַבְעַדthe thick cloudעֲרָפֶלcan he judge?יִשְׁפּוֹט
Cloudsעָבִיםare a hiding placeסֵתֶרfor him,לוֹand he does notוְלֹאsee;יִרְאֶהand on the circleוְחוּגof the heavensשָׁמַיִםhe walks about.’יִתְהַלָּךְ
Will you keepהַ תִּשְׁמֹרthe ancientעוֹלָםpathאֹרַחthatאֲשֶׁרthe menמְתֵיof wickednessאָוֶןhave trodden,דָּרְכוּ
whoאֲשֶׁרwere seizedקֻמְּטוּbefore their time,וְלֹא עֵתwhose foundationיְסוֹדָםwas poured outיוּצַקas a river?נָהָר
who saidהָאֹמְרִיםto El,לָאֵל‘Turn awayסוּרfrom us,’מִמֶּנּוּand,וּ‘Whatמַהwill Shaddaiשַׁדַּיdo to them?’יִּפְעַל לָמוֹ
Yet heוְהוּאhad filledמִלֵּאtheir housesבָתֵּיהֶםwith good things;טוֹבbut the counselוַעֲצַתof the wickedרְשָׁעִיםis farרָחֲקָהfrom me.מֶנִּי
The righteousצַדִּיקִיםsee itיִרְאוּand rejoice,וְיִשְׂמָחוּand the innocentוְנָקִיmocksיִלְעַגthem:לָמוֹ
‘Surelyאִם לֹאour adversariesקִימָנוּhave been wiped out,נִכְחַדand what was left of themוְיִתְרָםfireאֵשׁhas consumed.’אָכְלָה
Dealהַסְכֶּןwith him,עִמּוֹplease,נָאand be at peace;וּשְׁלםby thisבָּהֶםgoodטוֹבָהwill come to you.תְּבוֹאַתְךָ
Receive,קַחplease,נָאinstructionתּוֹרָהfrom his mouth,מִפִּיוand layוְשִׂיםhis sayingsאֲמָרָיוin your heart.בִּלְבָבֶךָ
Ifאִםyou returnתָּשׁוּבtoעַדShaddai,שַׁדַּיyou will be built up;תִּבָּנֶהif you removeתַּרְחִיקinjusticeעַוְלָהfar from your tent,מֵאָהֳלֶךָ
and layוְשִׁיתgoldבָּצֶרonעַלthe dust,עָפָרand the gold of Ophirאוֹפִירamong the rocksוּבְצוּרof the brooks,נְחָלִים
then Shaddaiוְ שַׁדַּיwill beהָיָהyour gold,בְּצָרֶיךָand silverוְכֶסֶףin abundanceתּוֹעָפוֹתfor you.לָךְ
ForכִּיthenאָזinעַלShaddaiשַׁדַּיyou will delight,תִּתְעַנָּגand lift upוְתִשָּׂאyour faceפָּנֶיךָtoאֶלEloah.אֱלוֹהַּ
You will prayתַּעְתִּירto him,אֵלָיוand he will hear you;וְיִשְׁמָעֶךָּand you will payתְשַׁלֵּםyour vows.וּנְדָרֶיךָ
You will decideוְתִגְזַרa matter,אוֹמֶרand it will be establishedוְיָקָםfor you,לָךְand onוְעַלyour waysדְּרָכֶיךָlightאוֹרwill shine.נָגַהּ
Whenכִּיthey bring someone low,הִשְׁפִּילוּyou will say,וַתֹּאמֶר‘Up,’גֵּוָהand the one with downcastוְשַׁחeyesעֵינַיִםhe will save.יוֹשִׁעַ
He will rescueיְמַלֵּטone who is notאִיinnocent,נָקִיand he will be rescuedוְנִמְלַטby the cleannessבְּבֹרof your palms.”כַּפֶּיךָ