Job 16
1 Then Job answered:
| וַיַּעַן אִיּוֹב וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
2 “I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all.
| שָׁמַעְתִּי כְאֵלֶּה רַבּוֹת מְנַחֲמֵי עָמָל כֻּלְּכֶֽם׃ |
3 Is there no end to your long-winded speeches? What provokes you to continue testifying?
| הֲקֵץ לְדִבְרֵי־רוּחַ אוֹ מַה־יַּמְרִֽיצְךָ כִּי תַֽעֲנֶֽה׃ |
4 I could also speak like you if you were in my place; I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.
| גַּם ׀ אָנֹכִי כָּכֶם אֲדַבֵּרָה לוּ יֵשׁ נַפְשְׁכֶם תַּחַת נַפְשִׁי אַחְבִּירָה עֲלֵיכֶם בְּמִלִּים וְאָנִיעָה עֲלֵיכֶם בְּמוֹ רֹאשִֽׁי׃ |
5 But I would encourage you with my mouth, and the consolation of my lips would bring relief.
| אֲאַמִּצְכֶם בְּמוֹ־פִי וְנִיד שְׂפָתַי יַחְשֹֽׂךְ׃ |
6 Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away?
| אִֽם־אֲדַבְּרָה לֹא־יֵחָשֵׂךְ כְּאֵבִי וְאַחְדְּלָה מַה־מִּנִּי יַהֲלֹֽךְ׃ |
7 Surely He has now exhausted me; You have devastated all my family.
| אַךְ־עַתָּה הֶלְאָנִי הֲשִׁמּוֹתָ כׇּל־עֲדָתִֽי׃ |
8 You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me.
| וַֽתִּקְמְטֵנִי לְעֵד הָיָה וַיָּקׇם בִּי כַחֲשִׁי בְּפָנַי יַעֲנֶֽה׃ |
9 His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.
| אַפּוֹ טָרַף ׀ וַֽיִּשְׂטְמֵנִי חָרַק עָלַי בְּשִׁנָּיו צָרִי ׀ יִלְטֹשׁ עֵינָיו לִֽי׃ |
10 They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join together against me.
| פָּעֲרוּ עָלַי ׀ בְּפִיהֶם בְּחֶרְפָּה הִכּוּ לְחָיָי יַחַד עָלַי יִתְמַלָּאֽוּן׃ |
11 God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
| יַסְגִּירֵנִי אֵל אֶל עֲוִיל וְעַל־יְדֵי רְשָׁעִים יִרְטֵֽנִי׃ |
12 I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has set me up as His target;
| שָׁלֵו הָיִיתִי ׀ וַֽיְפַרְפְּרֵנִי וְאָחַז בְּעׇרְפִּי וַֽיְפַצְפְּצֵנִי וַיְקִימֵנִי לוֹ לְמַטָּרָֽה׃ |
13 His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.
| יָסֹבּוּ עָלַי ׀ רַבָּיו יְפַלַּח כִּלְיוֹתַי וְלֹא יַחְמֹל יִשְׁפֹּךְ לָאָרֶץ מְרֵרָתִֽי׃ |
14 He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.
| יִפְרְצֵנִי פֶרֶ ץ עַל־פְּנֵי־פָרֶץ יָרֻץ עָלַי כְּגִבּֽוֹר׃ |
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust.
| שַׂק תָּפַרְתִּי עֲלֵי גִלְדִּי וְעֹלַלְתִּי בֶעָפָר קַרְנִֽי׃ |
16 My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
| פָּנַי (חמרמרה) [חֳמַרְמְרוּ] מִנִּי־בֶכִי וְעַל עַפְעַפַּי צַלְמָֽוֶת׃ |
17 yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
| עַל לֹא־חָמָס בְּכַפָּי וּֽתְפִלָּתִי זַכָּֽה׃ |
18 O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry for help never be laid to rest.
| אֶרֶץ אַל־תְּכַסִּי דָמִי וְֽאַל־יְהִי מָקוֹם לְזַעֲקָתִֽי׃ |
19 Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
| גַּם־עַתָּה הִנֵּה־בַשָּׁמַיִם עֵדִי וְשָׂהֲדִי בַּמְּרֹמִֽים׃ |
20 My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.
| מְלִיצַי רֵעָי אֶל־אֱלוֹהַּ דָּלְפָה עֵינִֽי׃ |
21 Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!
| וְיוֹכַח לְגֶבֶר עִם־אֱלוֹהַּ וּֽבֶן־אָדָם לְרֵעֵֽהוּ׃ |
22 For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.
| כִּֽי־שְׁנוֹת מִסְפָּר יֶאֱתָיוּ וְאֹרַח לֹא־אָשׁוּב אֶהֱלֹֽךְ׃ |
