Jobאִיּוֹבagain took upוַיֹּסֶף שְׂאֵתhis poemמְשָׁלוֹand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Oh that I wereמִי יִתְּנֵנִיas in the monthsכְיַרְחֵיof old,קֶדֶםas in the daysכִּימֵיwhen Eloahאֱלוֹהַּwatched over me,יִשְׁמְרֵנִי
when he made shineבְּהִלּוֹhis lampנֵרוֹoverעֲלֵיmy head,רֹאשִׁיand by his lightלְאוֹרוֹI walkedאֵלֶךְthrough darkness;חֹשֶׁךְ
asכַּאֲשֶׁרI wasהָיִיתִיin the daysבִּימֵיof my autumn,חָרְפִּיwhen the intimate counselבְּסוֹדof Eloahאֱלוֹהַּwas overעֲלֵיmy tent,אָהֳלִי
whenבְּShaddaiשַׁדַּיwas stillעוֹדwith me,עִמָּדִיand around meסְבִיבוֹתַיmy young men;נְעָרָי
when my stepsבִּ הֲלִיכַיwere washedרְחֹץin curds,בְּחֵמָהand the rockוְצוּרpoured outיָצוּקbeside meעִמָּדִיstreamsפַּלְגֵיof oil.שָׁמֶן
When I went outבְּצֵאתִיto the gateשַׁעַרbyעֲלֵיthe city,קָרֶתand in the squareבָּרְחוֹבI set upאָכִיןmy seat,מוֹשָׁבִי
the young menנְעָרִיםsaw meרָאוּנִיand hid,וְנֶחְבָּאוּand the very oldוִישִׁישִׁיםroseקָמוּand stood;עָמָדוּ
princesשָׂרִיםheld backעָצְרוּwordsבְמִלִּיםand laidוְ יָשִׂימוּa handכַףon their mouth;לְפִיהֶם
the voiceקוֹלof the leadersנְגִידִיםwas hidden,נֶחְבָּאוּand their tongueוּלְשׁוֹנָםto their palateלְחִכָּםstuck.דָּבֵקָה
Forכִּיthe earאֹזֶןheardשָׁמְעָהand called me happy,וַתְּאַשְּׁרֵנִיand the eyeוְעַיִןsawרָאֲתָהand bore witness to me,וַתְּעִידֵנִי
becauseכִּיI rescuedאֲמַלֵּטthe poorעָנִיcrying for help,מְשַׁוֵּעַand the orphan,וְיָתוֹםand the one who had noוְלֹאhelper.עֹזֵר לוֹ
The blessingבִּרְכַּתof the one perishingאֹבֵדcameתָּבֹאupon me,עָלַיand the heartוְלֵבof the widowאַלְמָנָהI made shout for joy.אַרְנִן
RighteousnessצֶדֶקI put on,לָבַשְׁתִּיand it clothed me;וַיִּלְבָּשֵׁנִיlike a robeכִּמְעִילand a turbanוְצָנִיףwas my justice.מִשְׁפָּטִי
EyesעֵינַיִםI wasהָיִיתִיto the blind,לַעִוֵּרand feetוְרַגְלַיִםto the lameלַפִּסֵּחַwas I.אָנִי
A fatherאָבI wasאָנֹכִיto the needy,לָאֶבְיוֹנִיםand the caseוְרִבI did notלֹאknow,יָדַעְתִּיI searched it out.אֶחְקְרֵהוּ
And I brokeוָאֲשַׁבְּרָהthe fangsמְתַלְּעוֹתof the unjust,עַוָּלand from his teethוּמִשִּׁנָּיוI threw downאַשְׁלִיךְthe prey.טָרֶף
And I said,וָאֹמַר‘Withעִםmy nestקִנִּיI will expire,אֶגְוָעand like the sandוְכַחוֹלI will multiplyאַרְבֶּהmy days.יָמִים
My rootשָׁרְשִׁיis openפָתוּחַtoאֱלֵיthe waters,מָיִםand the dewוְטַלlodges all nightיָלִיןon my branches.בִּקְצִירִי
My honorכְּבוֹדִיis newחָדָשׁwith me,עִמָּדִיand my bowוְקַשְׁתִּיin my handבְּיָדִיis renewed.’תַחֲלִיף
To meלִיthey listenedשָׁמְעוּand waited,וְיִחֵלּוּand kept silentוְיִדְּמוּforלְמוֹmy counsel.עֲצָתִי
Afterאַחֲרֵיmy wordדְבָרִיthey did notלֹאreply,יִשְׁנוּand upon themוְעָלֵימוֹdroppedתִּטֹּףmy speech.מִלָּתִי
They waitedוְיִחֲלוּfor meלִיas for the rain,כַמָּטָרand openedוּ פָּעֲרוּtheir mouthפִיהֶםas for the late rain.לְמַלְקוֹשׁ
When I smiledאֶשְׂחַקon them,אֲלֵהֶםthey did notלֹאbelieve it,יַאֲמִינוּand the lightוְאוֹרof my faceפָּנַיthey did notלֹאcast down.יַפִּילוּן
I choseאֶבֲחַרtheir wayדַּרְכָּםand satוְאֵשֵׁבas head,רֹאשׁand dweltוְאֶשְׁכּוֹןlike a kingכְּמֶלֶךְamong the troops,בַּגְּדוּדlike one whoכַּאֲשֶׁרcomfortsיְנַחֵםmourners.אֲבֵלִים