Forכִּיthere isיֵשׁa mineמוֹצָאfor silver,לַכֶּסֶףand a placeוּמָקוֹםfor goldלַזָּהָבthat they refine.יָזֹקּוּ
Ironבַּרְזֶלis takenיֻקָּחfrom the dust,מֵעָפָרand from stoneוְאֶבֶןcopperנְחוּשָׁהis smelted.יָצוּק
He setsשָׂםan endקֵץto darkness,לַחֹשֶׁךְand to everyוּלְכָלlimitתַּכְלִיתheהוּאsearches outחוֹקֵרthe stoneאֶבֶןof gloomאֹפֶלand of the shadow of death.וְצַלְמָוֶת
He breaks openפָּרַץa shaftנַחַלfar from where people live;מֵעִם גָּרforgottenהַנִּשְׁכָּחִיםby the foot,מִנִּי רָגֶלthey hangדַּלּוּfar from mortals,מֵאֱנוֹשׁthey sway.נָעוּ
The earth,אֶרֶץfrom itמִמֶּנָּהcomes forthיֵצֵאbread,לָחֶםand beneath itוְתַחְתֶּיהָit is overturnedנֶהְפַּךְas byכְּמוֹfire.אֵשׁ
A placeמְקוֹםof sapphireסַפִּירare its stones,אֲבָנֶיהָand it hasלוֹdustוְעַפְרֹתof gold.זָהָב
A pathנָתִיבthat the bird of preyעָיִטdoes notלֹאknow,יְדָעוֹnorוְלֹאhas the eyeעֵיןof the falconאַיָּהlooked on it;שְׁזָפַתּוּ
the sonsבְנֵיof prideשָׁחַץhave notלֹאtrodden it,הִדְרִיכֻהוּnorלֹאhas the fierce lionשָׁחַלpassedעָדָהover it.עָלָיו
Against the flintבַּחַלָּמִישׁhe puts forthשָׁלַחhis hand;יָדוֹhe overturnsהָפַךְthe mountainsהָרִיםfrom the root.מִשֹּׁרֶשׁ
In the rocksבַּצּוּרוֹתhe cutsבִּקֵּעַchannels,יְאֹרִיםand everyוְכָלprecious thingיְקָרhis eyeעֵינוֹsees.רָאֲתָה
He bandagesחִבֵּשׁthe weepingמִבְּכִיof the rivers,נְהָרוֹתand what is hiddenוְתַעֲלֻמָהּhe brings outיֹצִאto the light.אוֹר
But wisdom,וְהַחָכְמָהfrom whereמֵאַיִןwill it be found?תִּמָּצֵאAnd where isוְאֵי זֶהthe placeמְקוֹםof understanding?בִּינָה
The mortalאֱנוֹשׁdoes notלֹאknowיָדַעits value,עֶרְכָּהּnorוְלֹאis it foundתִמָּצֵאin the landבְּאֶרֶץof the living.הַחַיִּים
The deepתְּהוֹםsays,אָמַר‘Itהִיאis notלֹאin me’;בִיand the seaוְיָםsays,אָמַר‘It is notאֵיןwith me.’עִמָּדִי
Fine goldסְגוֹרcannotלֹאbe givenיֻתַּןin exchange for it,תַּחְתֶּיהָnorוְלֹאcan silverכֶּסֶףbe weighedיִשָּׁקֵלas its price.מְחִירָהּ
It cannotלֹאbe valuedתְסֻלֶּהwith the goldבְּכֶתֶםof Ophir,אוֹפִירwith preciousיָקָרonyxבְּשֹׁהַםor sapphire.וְסַפִּיר
Goldזָהָבand crystalוּזְכוֹכִיתcannotלֹאequal it,יַעַרְכֶנָּהnor is its exchangeוּתְמוּרָתָהּa vesselכְּלִיof refined gold.פָז
Coralרָאמוֹתand rock crystalוְגָבִישׁwill notלֹאbe mentioned;יִזָּכֵרand the acquiringוּמֶשֶׁךְof wisdomחָכְמָהis worth more than pearls.מִפְּנִינִים
The topazפִּטְדַתof Cushכּוּשׁcannotלֹאequal it;יַעַרְכֶנָּהwith pureטָהוֹרgoldבְּכֶתֶםit cannotלֹאbe valued.תְסֻלֶּה
But wisdom,וְהַחָכְמָהfrom whereמֵאַיִןdoes it come?תָּבוֹאAnd where isוְאֵי זֶהthe placeמְקוֹםof understanding?בִּינָה
It is concealedוְנֶעֶלְמָהfrom the eyesמֵעֵינֵיof everyכָלliving thing,חָיand from the birdsוּמֵעוֹףof the skyהַשָּׁמַיִםit is hidden.נִסְתָּרָה
Abaddonאֲבַדּוֹןand deathוָמָוֶתsay,אָמְרוּ‘With our earsבְּאָזְנֵינוּwe have heardשָׁמַעְנוּa report of it.’שִׁמְעָהּ
Elohimאֱלֹהִיםunderstandsהֵבִיןits way,דַּרְכָּהּand heוְהוּאknowsיָדַעits place.אֶת מְקוֹמָהּ
Forכִּיheהוּאlooksיַבִּיטto the endsלִקְצוֹתof the earth;הָאָרֶץunderתַּחַתallכָּלthe heavensהַשָּׁמַיִםhe sees.יִרְאֶה
When he madeלַעֲשׂוֹתa weightמִשְׁקָלfor the wind,לָרוּחַand regulatedתִּכֵּןthe watersוּמַיִםby measure;בְּמִדָּה
when he madeבַּעֲשֹׂתוֹa statuteחֹקfor the rain,לַמָּטָרand a wayוְדֶרֶךְfor the lightningלַחֲזִיזof the thunders;קֹלוֹת
thenאָזhe saw itרָאָהּand recounted it;וַיְסַפְּרָהּhe established it,הֱכִינָהּand alsoוְגַםsearched it out.חֲקָרָהּ
And he saidוַיֹּאמֶרto the human being,לָאָדָם‘Look,הֵןthe fearיִרְאַתof Adonai,אֲדֹנָיthatהִיאis wisdom,חָכְמָהand turning awayוְסוּרfrom evil,מֵרָעunderstanding.’”בִּינָה