Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
| רוּחִי חֻבָּלָה יָמַי נִזְעָכוּ קְבָרִים לִֽי׃ |
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
| אִם־לֹא הֲתֻלִים עִמָּדִי וּבְהַמְּרוֹתָם תָּלַן עֵינִֽי׃ |
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike hands with me?
| שִֽׂימָה־נָּא עָרְבֵנִי עִמָּךְ מִֽי הוּא לְיָדִי יִתָּקֵֽעַ׃ |
4 For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
| כִּֽי־לִבָּם צָפַנְתָּ מִּשָּׂכֶל עַל־כֵּן לֹא תְרֹמֵֽם׃ |
5 He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
| לְחֵלֶק יַגִּיד רֵעִים וְעֵינֵי בָנָיו תִּכְלֶֽנָה׃ |
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
| וְֽהִצִּגַנִי לִמְשֹׁל עַמִּים וְתֹפֶת לְפָנִים אֶֽהְיֶֽה׃ |
7 Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
| וַתֵּכַהּ מִכַּעַשׂ עֵינִי וִֽיצֻרַי כַּצֵּל כֻּלָּֽם׃ |
8 Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
| יָשֹׁמּוּ יְשָׁרִים עַל־זֹאת וְנָקִי עַל־חָנֵף יִתְעֹרָֽר׃ |
9 Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
| וְיֹאחֵז צַדִּיק דַּרְכּוֹ וּֽטֳהָר־יָדַיִם יֹסִיף אֹֽמֶץ׃ |
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find a wise man among you.
| וְֽאוּלָם כֻּלָּם תָּשֻׁבוּ וּבֹאוּ נָא וְלֹֽא־אֶמְצָא בָכֶם חָכָֽם׃ |
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
| יָמַי עָבְרוּ זִמֹּתַי נִתְּקוּ מוֹרָשֵׁי לְבָבִֽי׃ |
12 They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
| לַיְלָה לְיוֹם יָשִׂימוּ אוֹר קָרוֹב מִפְּנֵי־חֹֽשֶׁךְ׃ |
13 If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
| אִם־אֲקַוֶּה שְׁאוֹל בֵּיתִי בַּחֹשֶׁךְ רִפַּדְתִּי יְצוּעָֽי׃ (Sheol h7585) |
14 If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art my mother, and my sister';
| לַשַּׁחַת קָרָאתִי אָבִי אָתָּה אִמִּי וַאֲחֹתִי לָֽרִמָּֽה׃ |
15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
| וְאַיֵּה אֵפוֹ תִקְוָתִי וְתִקְוָתִי מִי יְשׁוּרֶֽנָּה׃ |
