Eliphazאֱלִיפַזthe Temaniteהַתֵּימָנִיansweredוַיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“If one venturesהֲנִסָּהa wordדָבָרwith you,אֵלֶיךָwill you be weary?תִּלְאֶהBut to hold backוַעְצֹרwords,בְּמִלִּיןwhoמִיis able?יוּכָל
Look,הִנֵּהyou have correctedיִסַּרְתָּmany,רַבִּיםand slackרָפוֹתhandsוְיָדַיִםyou have strengthened.תְּחַזֵּק
The one who stumbledכּוֹשֵׁלyour wordsמִלֶּיךָhave raised up,יְקִימוּןand bucklingכֹּרְעוֹתkneesוּבִרְכַּיִםyou have made firm.תְּאַמֵּץ
Butכִּיnowעַתָּהit comesתָּבוֹאto you,אֵלֶיךָand you are weary;וַתֵּלֶאit touchesתִּגַּעyou,עָדֶיךָand you are dismayed.וַתִּבָּהֵל
Is notהֲלֹאyour fearיִרְאָתְךָyour confidence,כִּסְלָתֶךָyour hopeתִּקְוָתְךָthe integrityתֹםof your ways?דְּרָכֶיךָ
Remember,זְכָרplease:נָאwho,מִיbeingהוּאinnocent,נָקִיperished?אָבָדAnd whereוְאֵיפֹהwere the uprightיְשָׁרִיםwiped out?נִכְחָדוּ
AsכַּאֲשֶׁרI have seen,רָאִיתִיthose who plowחֹרְשֵׁיwickednessאָוֶןand those who sowוְזֹרְעֵיsufferingעָמָלreap it.יִקְצְרֻהוּ
By the breathמִנִּשְׁמַתof Eloahאֱלוֹהַthey perish,יֹאבֵדוּand by the blastוּמֵרוּחַof his angerאַפּוֹthey are consumed.יִכְלוּ
The roaringשַׁאֲגַתof the lionאַרְיֵהand the voiceוְקוֹלof the fierce lion,שָׁחַלand the teethוְשִׁנֵּיof the young lionsכְפִירִיםare broken.נִתָּעוּ
The strong lionלַיִשׁperishesאֹבֵדfor lackמִבְּלִיof prey,טָרֶףand the cubsוּבְנֵיof the lionessלָבִיאare scattered.יִתְפָּרָדוּ
A wordדָּבָרwas brought stealthilyיְגֻנָּבto me,וְאֵלַיand my earאָזְנִיreceivedוַתִּקַּחa whisperשֵׁמֶץof it.מֶנְהוּ
In disquieting thoughtsבִּשְׂעִפִּיםfrom visionsמֵחֶזְיֹנוֹתof the night,לָיְלָהwhen deep sleepתַּרְדֵּמָהfallsבִּנְפֹלonעַלmen,אֲנָשִׁים
dreadפַּחַדcame upon me,קְרָאַנִיand trembling,וּרְעָדָהand it filled with dreadוְ הִפְחִידallרֹבmy bones.עַצְמוֹתַי
A spiritוְרוּחַpassedיַחֲלֹףoverעַלmy face;פָּנַיthe hairשַׂעֲרַתof my fleshבְּשָׂרִיbristled.תְּסַמֵּר
It stood still,יַעֲמֹדbut I could notוְלֹאrecognizeאַכִּירits appearance;מַרְאֵהוּa figureתְּמוּנָהwas beforeלְנֶגֶדmy eyes;עֵינָיsilence,דְּמָמָהand I heardאֶשְׁמָעa voice:וָקוֹל
‘Can a mortalהַאֱנוֹשׁbe more righteousיִצְדָּקthan Eloah?מֵאֱלוֹהַCanאִםa manגָּבֶרbe purerיִטְהַרthan his Maker?מֵעֹשֵׂהוּ
Look,הֵןin his servantsבַּעֲבָדָיוhe does notלֹאtrust,יַאֲמִיןand to his angelsוּבְמַלְאָכָיוhe chargesיָשִׂיםerror;תָּהֳלָה
how much moreאַףthose who dwellשֹׁכְנֵיin housesבָתֵּיof clay,חֹמֶרwhoseאֲשֶׁרfoundationיְסוֹדָםis in the dust;בֶּעָפָרthey crush themיְדַכְּאוּםbeforeלִפְנֵיthe moth.עָשׁ
From morningמִבֹּקֶרto eveningלָעֶרֶבthey are shattered;יֻכַּתּוּwithoutמִבְּלִיanyone noticingמֵשִׂיםthey perishיֹאבֵדוּforever.לָנֶצַח
Is notהֲלֹאtheir cordיִתְרָםpulled upנִסַּעwithin them?בָּםThey die,יָמוּתוּand notוְלֹאwith wisdom.’בְחָכְמָה