And Elihuוַ אֱלִיהוּאansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Hear,שִׁמְעוּwise men,חֲכָמִיםmy words,מִלָּיand youוְwho know,יֹדְעִיםgive earהַאֲזִינוּto me.לִי
Forכִּיthe earאֹזֶןtestsתִּבְחָןwordsמִלִּיןas the palateוְחֵךְtastesיִטְעַםfood.לֶאֱכֹל
Justiceמִשְׁפָּטlet us chooseנִבְחֲרָהfor ourselves;לָּנוּlet us knowנֵדְעָהamong ourselvesבֵינֵינוּwhatמַהis good.טּוֹב
ForכִּיJobאִיּוֹבhas said,אָמַר‘I am in the right,צָדַקְתִּיand Elוְאֵלhas taken awayהֵסִירmy right.מִשְׁפָּטִי
Concerningעַלmy right,מִשְׁפָּטִיshould I lie?אֲכַזֵּבIncurableאָנוּשׁis my arrow,חִצִּיwithoutבְלִיtransgression.’פָשַׁע
Whatמִיmanגֶבֶרis like Job,כְּאִיּוֹבwho drinksיִשְׁתֶּהscornלַּעַגlike water,כַּמָּיִם
and goesוְאָרַחin companyלְחֶבְרָהwithעִםthose who workפֹּעֲלֵיwickedness,אָוֶןand walksוְלָלֶכֶתwithעִםmenאַנְשֵׁיof wickedness?רֶשַׁע
Forכִּיhe has said,אָמַר‘It does notלֹאprofitיִסְכָּןa manגָּבֶרto take pleasureבִּרְצֹתוֹinעִםElohim.’אֱלֹהִים
Therefore,לָכֵןmenאַנֲשֵׁיof heart,לֵבָבlistenשִׁמְעוּto me:לִיfar be itחָלִלָהfrom Elלָאֵלto do wickedness,מֵרֶשַׁעand from Shaddaiוְשַׁדַּיto do injustice.מֵעָוֶל
Forכִּיthe workפֹעַלof a human beingאָדָםhe repaysיְשַׁלֶּםto him,לוֹand according to the pathוּכְאֹרַחof a manאִישׁhe makes it find him.יַמְצִאֶנּוּ
Yes,אַףtruly,אָמְנָםElאֵלdoes notלֹאact wickedly,יַרְשִׁיעַand Shaddaiוְשַׁדַּיdoes notלֹאpervertיְעַוֵּתjustice.מִשְׁפָּט
Whoמִיput in his chargeפָקַד עָלָיוthe earth?אָרְצָהAnd whoוּמִיset upשָׂםthe wholeכֻּלָּהּworld?תֵּבֵל
Ifאִםhe setיָשִׂיםhis heartלִבּוֹon him,אֵלָיוif his spiritרוּחוֹand his breathוְנִשְׁמָתוֹto himselfאֵלָיוhe gathered,יֶאֱסֹף
allכָּלfleshבָּשָׂרwould expireיִגְוַעtogether,יָחַדand the human beingוְאָדָםtoעַלdustעָפָרwould return.יָשׁוּב
And ifוְאִםyou have understanding,בִּינָהhearשִׁמְעָהthis;זֹּאתgive earהַאֲזִינָהto the soundלְקוֹלof my words.מִלָּי
Can even one who hatesהַאַף שׂוֹנֵאjusticeמִשְׁפָּטgovern?יַחֲבוֹשׁOrוְאִםwill you declare wickedתַּרְשִׁיעַthe righteousצַדִּיקmighty one?כַּבִּיר
Is it saidהַאֲמֹרto a king,לְמֶלֶךְ‘Perverse!’בְּלִיָּעַלand ‘Wicked!’רָשָׁעtoאֶלnobles?נְדִיבִים
To him whoאֲשֶׁרdoes notלֹאshow partialityנָשָׂא פְּנֵיto princesשָׂרִיםnorוְלֹאregardנִכַּרthe richשׁוֹעַaboveלִפְנֵיthe poor,דָלforכִּיthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof his handsיָדָיוare they all.כֻּלָּם
In a momentרֶגַעthey die,יָמֻתוּand at midnight;וַחֲצוֹת לָיְלָהthe peopleעָםare shakenיְגֹעֲשׁוּand pass away,וְיַעֲבֹרוּand they removeוְיָסִירוּthe mightyאַבִּירwithoutלֹאhand.בְיָד
Forכִּיhis eyesעֵינָיוare onעַלthe waysדַּרְכֵיof a man,אִישׁand allוְכָלhis stepsצְעָדָיוhe sees.יִרְאֶה
There is noאֵיןdarkness,חֹשֶׁךְand noוְאֵיןshadow of deathצַלְמָוֶתwhereשָׁםthose who workפֹּעֲלֵיwickednessאָוֶןmay hide.לְהִסָּתֶר
Forכִּיnotלֹאuponעַלa manאִישׁdoes he set itיָשִׂיםfurther,עוֹדthat he should goלַהֲלֹךְbeforeאֶלElאֵלin judgment.בַּמִּשְׁפָּט
He shattersיָרֹעַthe mightyכַּבִּירִיםwithoutלֹאinquiry,חֵקֶרand setsוַיַּעֲמֵדothersאֲחֵרִיםin their place.תַּחְתָּם
Thereforeלָכֵןhe knowsיַכִּירtheir works,מַעְבָּדֵיהֶםand he overturns themוְהָפַךְat night,לַיְלָהand they are crushed.וְיִדַּכָּאוּ
Asתַּחַתwicked menרְשָׁעִיםhe strikes themסְפָקָםin a placeבִּמְקוֹםwhere people see,רֹאִים
becauseאֲשֶׁר עַל כֵּןthey turned awayסָרוּfrom following him,מֵאַחֲרָיוand noneוְכָל לֹאof his waysדְּרָכָיוdid they understand,הִשְׂכִּילוּ
so as to bringלְהָבִיאto himעָלָיוthe cryצַעֲקַתof the poor,דָּלand the cryוְצַעֲקַתof the afflictedעֲנִיִּיםhe hears.יִשְׁמָע
And when heוְהוּאgives quiet,יַשְׁקִטwhoוּמִיcan declare him wicked?יַרְשִׁעַAnd when he hidesוְיַסְתֵּרhis face,פָּנִיםwhoוּמִיcan perceive him?יְשׁוּרֶנּוּSo it is overוְעַלa nationגּוֹיand overוְעַלa human beingאָדָםalike,יָחַד
so that a godlessחָנֵףhuman beingאָדָםmay not reign,מִמְּלֹךְand there be no snaresמִמֹּקְשֵׁיfor the people.עָם
Forכִּיhas anyone saidהֶאָמַרtoאֶלEl,אֵל‘I have borne my punishment;נָשָׂאתִיI will notלֹאdo harm again;אֶחְבֹּל
what is beyondבִּלְעֲדֵיwhat I see,אֶחֱזֶהyouאַתָּהteach me;הֹרֵנִיifאִםinjusticeעָוֶלI have done,פָּעַלְתִּיI will notלֹאdo it again’?אֹסִיף
Is itהַon your termsמֵעִמְּךָthat he should repay it,יְשַׁלְמֶנָּהbecauseכִּיyou despise it?מָאַסְתָּForכִּיyouאַתָּהmust choose,תִבְחַרand notוְלֹאI;אָנִיso whatוּמַהyou know,יָדַעְתָּspeak.דַבֵּר
Menאַנְשֵׁיof heartלֵבָבwill sayיֹאמְרוּto me,לִיand the wiseחָכָםmanוְגֶבֶרwho hearsשֹׁמֵעַme:לִי
‘Jobאִיּוֹבdoes notלֹאspeakיְדַבֵּרwith knowledge,בְדַעַתand his wordsוּדְבָרָיוare notלֹאwith prudence.’בְהַשְׂכֵּיל
Would thatאָבִיJobאִיּוֹבwere testedיִבָּחֵןtoעַדthe endנֶצַחforעַלhis answersתְּשֻׁבֹתlike menבְּאַנְשֵׁיof wickedness!אָוֶן
Forכִּיhe addsיֹסִיףtoעַלhis sinחַטָּאתוֹtransgression;פֶשַׁעamong usבֵּינֵינוּhe claps his hands,יִסְפּוֹקand multipliesוְיֶרֶבhis sayingsאֲמָרָיוagainst El.”לָאֵל