Jobאִיּוֹבansweredוַיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“If onlyלוּmy vexationכַּעְשִׂיwere truly weighed,שָׁקוֹל יִשָּׁקֵלand my calamityוְהַוָּתִיliftedיִשְׂאוּonto the scalesבְּמֹאזְנַיִםtogether.יָחַד
Forכִּיnowעַתָּהit would be heavierיִכְבָּדthan the sandמֵחוֹלof the seas;יַמִּיםthereforeעַל כֵּןmy wordsדְּבָרַיhave been rash.לָעוּ
Forכִּיthe arrowsחִצֵּיof Shaddaiשַׁדַּיare with me,עִמָּדִיwhoseאֲשֶׁרvenomחֲמָתָםmy spiritרוּחִיdrinks;שֹׁתָהthe terrorsבִּעוּתֵיof Eloahאֱלוֹהַּare arrayed against me.יַעַרְכוּנִי
Does the wild donkeyהֲ פֶּרֶאbrayיִנְהַקoverעֲלֵיgrass?דֶשֶׁאOrאִםdoes the oxשּׁוֹרlowיִגְעֶהoverעַלits fodder?בְּלִילוֹ
Can what is tastelessהֲ תָּפֵלbe eatenיֵאָכֵלwithoutמִבְּלִיsalt?מֶלַחOrאִםis thereיֶשׁflavorטַעַםin the slimeבְּרִירof the purslane?חַלָּמוּת
My soulנַפְשִׁיrefusesמֵאֲנָהto touch them;לִנְגּוֹעַtheyהֵמָּהare like the sicknessכִּדְוֵיof my bread.לַחְמִי
Who would grantמִי יִתֵּןthat my requestשֶׁאֱלָתִיmight come,תָּבוֹאand that Eloahוְ אֱלוֹהַּwould grantיִתֵּןmy hope,תִקְוָתִי
that Eloahאֱלוֹהַּwould be willingוְיֹאֵלto crush me,וִידַכְּאֵנִיthat he would let looseיַתֵּרhis handיָדוֹand cut me off.וִיבַצְּעֵנִי
It wouldוּתְהִיstillעוֹדbe my comfort,נֶחָמָתִיand I would leapוַאֲסַלְּדָהin painבְחִילָהthat does notלֹאhave pity,יַחְמוֹלforכִּיI have notלֹאconcealedכִחַדְתִּיthe sayingsאִמְרֵיof the Holy One.קָדוֹשׁ
Whatמַהis my strength,כֹּחִיthatכִיI should wait?אֲיַחֵלAnd whatוּמַהis my end,קִּצִּיthatכִּיI should be patient?אַאֲרִיךְ נַפְשִׁי
Isאִםmy strengthכֹּחִיthe strengthכֹּחַof stones?אֲבָנִיםOrאִםis my fleshבְּשָׂרִיbronze?נָחוּשׁ
Is it not thatהַאִםthere is noאֵיןhelp for meעֶזְרָתִיin me,בִיand successוְתֻשִׁיָּהhas been driven awayנִדְּחָהfrom me?מִמֶּנִּי
To the one who is faintingלַמָּסis owed loyal loveחָסֶדfrom his companion,מֵרֵעֵהוּeven ifוְhe forsakesיַעֲזוֹבthe fearיִרְאַתof Shaddai.שַׁדַּי
My brothersאַחַיhave acted treacherouslyבָּגְדוּlikeכְמוֹa stream,נָחַלlike the channelכַּאֲפִיקof streamsנְחָלִיםthat pass away,יַעֲבֹרוּ
which are darkהַקֹּדְרִיםbecause ofמִנִּיthe ice;קָרַחin themעָלֵימוֹthe snowשָׁלֶגhides itself.יִתְעַלֶּם
Whenבְּעֵתthey grow warm,יְזֹרְבוּthey vanish;נִצְמָתוּin the heatבְּחֻמּוֹthey are extinguishedנִדְעֲכוּfrom their place.מִמְּקוֹמָם
The caravansאָרְחוֹתturn asideיִלָּפְתוּfrom their way;דַּרְכָּםthey go upיַעֲלוּinto the voidבַתֹּהוּand perish.וְיֹאבֵדוּ
The caravansאָרְחוֹתof Temaתֵּמָאlooked;הִבִּיטוּthe companiesהֲלִיכֹתof Shebaשְׁבָאhopedקִוּוּfor them.לָמוֹ
They were ashamedבֹּשׁוּbecauseכִּיthey had trusted;בָטָחthey cameבָּאוּthereעָדֶיהָand were abashed.וַיֶּחְפָּרוּ
Forכִּיnowעַתָּהyou have becomeהֱיִיתֶםlike it;לוֹyou seeתִּרְאוּa terrorחֲתַתand are afraid.וַתִּירָאוּ
Have I said,הֲכִי אָמַרְתִּי‘Giveהָבוּto me,’לִיandוּ‘From your wealthמִכֹּחֲכֶםoffer a bribeשִׁחֲדוּfor me,’בַעֲדִי
andוּ‘Rescue meמַלְּטוּנִיfrom the handמִיַּדof the adversary,’צָרandוּ‘From the handמִיַּדof tyrantsעָרִיצִיםransom me’?תִּפְדּוּנִי
Teach me,הוֹרוּנִיand Iוַאֲנִיwill be silent;אַחֲרִישׁandוּmake me understandהָבִינוּ לִיhowמַהI have erred.שָּׁגִיתִי
Howמַהhardנִּמְרְצוּare sayingsאִמְרֵיof uprightness,יֹשֶׁרbutוּwhatמַהdoes reproofהוֹכֵחַfrom youמִכֶּםreprove?יּוֹכִיחַ
Do you thinkהַ תַּחְשֹׁבוּto reproveלְהוֹכַחwords,מִלִּיםandוּthe sayingsאִמְרֵיof one in despairנֹאָשׁas wind?לְרוּחַ
You would evenאַףcastתַּפִּילוּlotsoverעַלthe orphanיָתוֹםand bargainוְתִכְרוּoverעַלyour companion.רֵיעֲכֶם
And nowוְעַתָּהbe willingהוֹאִילוּto turnפְנוּto me,בִיandוְsee ifאִםI lieאֲכַזֵּבto your face.עַל פְּנֵיכֶם
Turn back,שֻׁבוּplease;נָאlet there notאַלbeתְּהִיinjustice;עַוְלָהand turn back;וְשׁוּבוּmy righteousnessצִדְקִיis stillעוֹדin it.בָהּ
Is thereהֲיֵשׁinjusticeעַוְלָהon my tongue?בִּלְשׁוֹנִיOrאִםcan my palateחִכִּיnotלֹאdiscernיָבִיןcalamities?הַוּוֹת