And YHWHיְהוָהansweredוַיַּעַןJobאֶת אִיּוֹבand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Will the one who correctsיִסּוֹרcontendהֲרֹבwithעִםShaddai?שַׁדַּיLet the one who argues againstמוֹכִיחַEloahאֱלוֹהַּanswer this.”יַעֲנֶנָּה
And JobאִיּוֹבansweredוַיַּעַןYHWHאֶת יְהוָהand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Look,הֵןI am of little account;קַלֹּתִיwhatמָהshall I answer you?אֲשִׁיבֶךָּMy handיָדִיI layשַׂמְתִּיonלְמוֹmy mouth.פִי
OnceאַחַתI have spoken,דִּבַּרְתִּיand I will notוְלֹאanswer;אֶעֱנֶהand twice,וּשְׁתַּיִםand I will notוְלֹאadd to it.”אוֹסִיף
And YHWHיְהוָהansweredוַיַּעַןJobאֶת אִיּוֹבfromמִןthe whirlwindסְעָרָהand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Gird up,אֱזָרplease,נָאyour loinsחֲלָצֶיךָlike a man;כְגֶבֶרI will ask you,אֶשְׁאָלְךָand you make known to me.וְהוֹדִיעֵנִי
Will you evenהַאַףannulתָּפֵרmy right?מִשְׁפָּטִיWill you declare me wickedתַּרְשִׁיעֵנִיso thatלְמַעַןyou may be in the right?תִּצְדָּק
Or do you haveוְאִם לָךְan armזְרוֹעַlike El’s,כָּאֵלand with a voiceוּבְקוֹלlike hisכָּמֹהוּcan you thunder?תַרְעֵם
Adorn yourself,עֲדֵהplease,נָאwith grandeurגָאוֹןand height,וָגֹבַהּand with splendorוְהוֹדand majestyוְהָדָרclothe yourself.תִּלְבָּשׁ
Scatterהָפֵץthe furiesעֶבְרוֹתof your anger,אַפֶּךָand look atוּרְאֵהeveryכָלproud oneגֵּאֶהand bring him low.וְהַשְׁפִּילֵהוּ
Look atרְאֵהeveryכָלproud oneגֵּאֶהand humble him,הַכְנִיעֵהוּand tread downוַהֲדֹךְthe wickedרְשָׁעִיםwhere they stand.תַּחְתָּם
Hide themטָמְנֵםin the dustבֶּעָפָרtogether;יָחַדbindחֲבֹשׁtheir facesפְּנֵיהֶםin the hidden place.בַּטָּמוּן
Then I tooוְגַם אֲנִיwill acknowledge you,אוֹדֶךָּthatכִּיyour right handיְמִינֶךָcan save you.תוֹשִׁעַ לְךָ
Look,הִנֵּהplease,נָאat Behemoth,בְהֵמוֹתwhichאֲשֶׁרI madeעָשִׂיתִיwith you;עִמָּךְgrassחָצִירlike the oxכַּבָּקָרit eats.יֹאכֵל
Look,הִנֵּהplease,נָאits strengthכֹחוֹis in its loins,בְמָתְנָיוand its vigorוְאֹנוֹin the musclesבִּשְׁרִירֵיof its belly.בִטְנוֹ
It bendsיַחְפֹּץits tailזְנָבוֹlikeכְמוֹa cedar;אָרֶזthe sinewsגִּידֵיof its thighsפַחֲדָיוare knit together.יְשֹׂרָגוּ
Its bonesעֲצָמָיוare tubesאֲפִיקֵיof bronze,נְחוּשָׁהits limbsגְּרָמָיוlike a barכִּמְטִילof iron.בַּרְזֶל
Itהוּאis the beginningרֵאשִׁיתof the waysדַּרְכֵיof El;אֵלits Makerהָעֹשׂוֹbrings nearיַגֵּשׁhis sword.חַרְבּוֹ
Forכִּיthe mountainsהָרִיםbringיִשְׂאוּitלוֹproduce,בוּלand allוְכָלthe animalsחַיַּתof the fieldהַשָּׂדֶהplayיְשַׂחֲקוּthere.שָׁם
Underתַּחַתthe lotus plantsצֶאֱלִיםit lies,יִשְׁכָּבin the hiding placeבְּסֵתֶרof the reedsקָנֶהand the marsh.וּבִצָּה
The lotus plantsצֶאֱלִיםcover itיְסֻכֻּהוּfor its shade;צִלֲלוֹthe willowsעַרְבֵיof the streamנָחַלsurround it.יְסֻבּוּהוּ
Look,הֵןthe riverנָהָרoppresses,יַעֲשֹׁקand it does notלֹאhurry;יַחְפּוֹזit is confidentיִבְטַחthoughכִּיthe Jordanיַרְדֵּןbursts outיָגִיחַtoאֶלits mouth.פִּיהוּ
By its eyesבְּעֵינָיוcan anyone take it?יִקָּחֶנּוּWith snaresבְּמוֹקְשִׁיםcan anyone pierceיִנְקָבits nose?אָף