AndוַBildadבִּלְדַּדthe Shuhiteהַשֻּׁחִיansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Dominionהַמְשֵׁלand dreadוָפַחַדare with him;עִמּוֹhe makesעֹשֶׂהpeaceשָׁלוֹםin his heights.בִּמְרוֹמָיו
Is thereהֲיֵשׁa numberמִסְפָּרto his bands?לִגְדוּדָיוAnd uponוְעַלwhomמִיdoes his lightאוֹרֵהוּnotלֹאrise?יָקוּם
And howוּמַהcan a mortalאֱנוֹשׁbe righteousיִּצְדַּקbeforeעִםEl,אֵלand howוּמַהcan one bornיְלוּדof womanאִשָּׁהbe pure?יִּזְכֶּה
Look,הֵןevenעַדthe moonיָרֵחַdoes notוְלֹאshine,יַאֲהִילand the starsוְכוֹכָבִיםare notלֹאpureזַכּוּin his eyes;בְעֵינָיו
how much lessאַף כִּיthe mortal,אֱנוֹשׁa worm,רִמָּהand a sonוּבֶןof man,אָדָםa grub.”תּוֹלֵעָה