Job 27
1 Job continued his discourse:
| וַיֹּסֶף אִיּוֹב שְׂאֵת מְשָׁלוֹ וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
2 “As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice— the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
| חַי־אֵל הֵסִיר מִשְׁפָּטִי וְשַׁדַּי הֵמַר נַפְשִֽׁי׃ |
3 as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
| כִּי־כׇל־עוֹד נִשְׁמָתִי בִי וְרוּחַ אֱלוֹהַּ בְּאַפִּֽי׃ |
4 my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will not utter deceit.
| אִם־תְּדַבֵּרְנָה שְׂפָתַי עַוְלָה וּלְשׁוֹנִי אִם־יֶהְגֶּה רְמִיָּֽה׃ |
5 I will never say that you are right; I will maintain my integrity until I die.
| חָלִילָה לִּי אִם־אַצְדִּיק אֶתְכֶם עַד־אֶגְוָע לֹֽא־אָסִיר תֻּמָּתִי מִמֶּֽנִּי׃ |
6 I will cling to my righteousness and never let go. As long as I live, my conscience will not accuse me.
| בְּצִדְקָתִי הֶחֱזַקְתִּי וְלֹא אַרְפֶּהָ לֹא־יֶחֱרַף לְבָבִי מִיָּמָֽי׃ |
7 May my enemy be like the wicked and my opponent like the unjust.
| יְהִי כְרָשָׁע אֹיְבִי וּמִתְקוֹמְמִי כְעַוָּֽל׃ |
8 For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
| כִּי מַה־תִּקְוַת חָנֵף כִּי יִבְצָע כִּי יֵשֶׁל אֱלוֹהַּ נַפְשֽׁוֹ׃ |
9 Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
| הֲֽצַעֲקָתוֹ יִשְׁמַע ׀ אֵל כִּֽי־תָבוֹא עָלָיו צָרָֽה׃ |
10 Will he delight in the Almighty? Will he call upon God at all times?
| אִם־עַל־שַׁדַּי יִתְעַנָּג יִקְרָא אֱלוֹהַּ בְּכׇל־עֵֽת׃ |
11 I will instruct you in the power of God. I will not conceal the ways of the Almighty.
| אוֹרֶה אֶתְכֶם בְּיַד־אֵל אֲשֶׁר עִם־שַׁדַּי לֹא אֲכַחֵֽד׃ |
12 Surely all of you have seen it for yourselves. Why then do you keep up this empty talk?
| הֵן־אַתֶּם כֻּלְּכֶם חֲזִיתֶם וְלָמָּה־זֶּה הֶבֶל תֶּהְבָּֽלוּ׃ |
13 This is the wicked man’s portion from God— the heritage the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
| זֶה ׀ חֵלֶק־אָדָם רָשָׁע ׀ עִם־אֵל וְֽנַחֲלַת עָרִיצִים מִשַּׁדַּי יִקָּֽחוּ׃ |
14 Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.
| אִם־יִרְבּוּ בָנָיו לְמוֹ־חָרֶב וְצֶאֱצָאָיו לֹא יִשְׂבְּעוּ־לָֽחֶם׃ |
15 His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.
| שְׂרִידָו בַּמָּוֶת יִקָּבֵרוּ וְאַלְמְנֹתָיו לֹא תִבְכֶּֽינָה׃ |
16 Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
| אִם־יִצְבֹּר כֶּעָפָר כָּסֶף וְכַחֹמֶר יָכִין מַלְבּֽוּשׁ׃ |
17 what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and his silver will be divided by the innocent.
| יָכִין וְצַדִּיק יִלְבָּשׁ וְכֶסֶף נָקִי יַחֲלֹֽק׃ |
18 The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
| בָּנָה כָעָשׁ בֵּיתוֹ וּכְסֻכָּה עָשָׂה נֹצֵֽר׃ |
19 He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
| עָשִׁיר יִשְׁכַּב וְלֹא יֵאָסֵף עֵינָיו פָּקַח וְאֵינֶֽנּוּ׃ |
20 Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
| תַּשִּׂיגֵהוּ כַמַּיִם בַּלָּהוֹת לַיְלָה גְּנָבַתּוּ סוּפָֽה׃ |
21 The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
| יִשָּׂאֵהוּ קָדִים וְיֵלַךְ וִישָׂעֲרֵהוּ מִמְּקֹמֽוֹ׃ |
22 It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.
| וְיַשְׁלֵךְ עָלָיו וְלֹא יַחְמֹל מִיָּדוֹ בָּרוֹחַ יִבְרָֽח׃ |
23 It claps its hands at him and hisses him out of his place.
| יִשְׂפֹּק עָלֵימוֹ כַפֵּימוֹ וְיִשְׁרֹק עָלָיו מִמְּקֹמֽוֹ׃ |
