Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
| וַיַּ֥עַן אִיֹּ֗וב וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
| ל֗וּ שָׁקֹ֣ול יִשָּׁקֵ֣ל כַּעְשִׂ֑י וְהַיָּתִי (וְ֝הַוָּתִ֗י) בְּֽמֹאזְנַ֥יִם יִשְׂאוּ־יָֽחַד׃ |
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
| כִּֽי־עַתָּ֗ה מֵחֹ֣ול יַמִּ֣ים יִכְבָּ֑ד עַל־כֵּ֝֗ן דְּבָרַ֥י לָֽעוּ׃ |
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up; the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
| כִּ֤י חִצֵּ֪י שַׁדַּ֡י עִמָּדִ֗י אֲשֶׁ֣ר חֲ֭מָתָם שֹׁתָ֣ה רוּחִ֑י בִּעוּתֵ֖י אֱלֹ֣והַּ יַֽעַרְכֽוּנִי׃ |
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
| הֲיִֽנְהַק־פֶּ֥רֶא עֲלֵי־דֶ֑שֶׁא אִ֥ם יִגְעֶה־שֹּׁ֝֗ור עַל־בְּלִילֹֽו׃ |
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
| הֲיֵאָכֵ֣ל תָּ֭פֵל מִבְּלִי־מֶ֑לַח אִם־יֶשׁ־טַ֝֗עַם בְּרִ֣יר חַלָּמֽוּת׃ |
7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as the sickness of my flesh.
| מֵאֲנָ֣ה לִנְגֹּ֣ועַ נַפְשִׁ֑י הֵ֝֗מָּה כִּדְוֵ֥י לַחְמִֽי׃ |
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
| מִֽי־יִ֭תֵּן תָּבֹ֣וא שֶֽׁאֱלָתִ֑י וְ֝תִקְוָתִ֗י יִתֵּ֥ן אֱלֹֽוהַּ׃ |
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; that He would let loose His hand, and cut me off!
| וְיֹאֵ֣ל אֱ֭לֹוהַּ וִֽידַכְּאֵ֑נִי יַתֵּ֥ר יָ֝דֹ֗ו וִֽיבַצְּעֵֽנִי׃ |
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would exult in pain, though He spare not; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
| וּ֥תְהִי עֹ֨וד ׀ נֶ֘חָ֤מָתִ֗י וַאֲסַלְּדָ֣ה בְ֭חִילָה לֹ֣א יַחְמֹ֑ול כִּי־לֹ֥א כִ֝חַ֗דְתִּי אִמְרֵ֥י קָדֹֽושׁ׃ |
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, that I should be patient?
| מַה־כֹּחִ֥י כִֽי־אֲיַחֵ֑ל וּמַה־קִּ֝צִּ֗י כִּֽי־אַאֲרִ֥יךְ נַפְשִֽׁי׃ |
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
| אִם־כֹּ֣חַ אֲבָנִ֣ים כֹּחִ֑י אִֽם־בְּשָׂרִ֥י נָחֽוּשׁ׃ |
13 Is it that I have no help in me, and that sound wisdom is driven quite from me?
| הַאִ֬ם אֵ֣ין עֶזְרָתִ֣י בִ֑י וְ֝תֻשִׁיָּ֗ה נִדְּחָ֥ה מִמֶּֽנִּי׃ |
14 To him that is ready to faint kindness is due from his friend, even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
| לַמָּ֣ס מֵרֵעֵ֣הוּ חָ֑סֶד וְיִרְאַ֖ת שַׁדַּ֣י יַעֲזֹֽוב׃ |
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that overflow,
| אַ֭חַי בָּגְד֣וּ כְמֹו־נָ֑חַל כַּאֲפִ֖יק נְחָלִ֣ים יַעֲבֹֽרוּ׃ |
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself;
| הַקֹּדְרִ֥ים מִנִּי־קָ֑רַח עָ֝לֵ֗ימֹו יִתְעַלֶּם־שָֽׁלֶג׃ |
17 What time they wax warm, they vanish, when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
| בְּ֭עֵת יְזֹרְב֣וּ נִצְמָ֑תוּ בְּ֝חֻמֹּ֗ו נִדְעֲכ֥וּ מִמְּקֹומָֽם׃ |
18 The paths of their way do wind, they go up into the waste, and are lost.
| יִ֭לָּ֣פְתוּ אָרְחֹ֣ות דַּרְכָּ֑ם יַעֲל֖וּ בַתֹּ֣הוּ וְיֹאבֵֽדוּ׃ |
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them —
| הִ֭בִּיטוּ אָרְחֹ֣ות תֵּמָ֑א הֲלִיכֹ֥ת שְׁ֝בָ֗א קִוּוּ־לָֽמֹו׃ |
20 They were ashamed because they had hoped; they came thither, and were confounded.
| בֹּ֥שׁוּ כִּֽי־בָטָ֑ח בָּ֥אוּ עָ֝דֶ֗יהָ וַיֶּחְפָּֽרוּ׃ |
21 For now ye are become His; ye see a terror, and are afraid.
| כִּֽי־עַ֭תָּה הֱיִ֣יתֶם לֹא (לֹ֑ו) תִּֽרְא֥וּ חֲ֝תַ֗ת וַתִּירָֽאוּ׃ |
22 Did I say: 'Give unto me'? or: 'Offer a present for me of your substance'?
| הֲֽכִי־אָ֭מַרְתִּי הָ֣בוּ לִ֑י וּ֝מִכֹּחֲכֶ֗ם שִׁחֲד֥וּ בַעֲדִֽי׃ |
23 or: 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? or: 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors'?
| וּמַלְּט֥וּנִי מִיַּד־צָ֑ר וּמִיַּ֖ד עָרִיצִ֣ים תִּפְדּֽוּנִי׃ |
24 Teach me, and I will hold my peace; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
| הֹ֭ורוּנִי וַאֲנִ֣י אַחֲרִ֑ישׁ וּמַה־שָּׁ֝גִ֗יתִי הָבִ֥ינוּ לִֽי׃ |
25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing argue?
| מַה־נִּמְרְצ֥וּ אִמְרֵי־יֹ֑שֶׁר וּמַה־יֹּוכִ֖יחַ הֹוכֵ֣חַ מִכֶּֽם׃ |
26 Do ye hold words to be an argument, but the speeches of one that is desperate to be wind?
| הַלְהֹוכַ֣ח מִלִּ֣ים תַּחְשֹׁ֑בוּ וּ֝לְר֗וּחַ אִמְרֵ֥י נֹאָֽשׁ׃ |
27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.
| אַף־עַל־יָתֹ֥ום תַּפִּ֑ילוּ וְ֝תִכְר֗וּ עַל־רֵֽיעֲכֶֽם׃ |
28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; for surely I shall not lie to your face.
| וְ֭עַתָּה הֹואִ֣ילוּ פְנוּ־בִ֑י וְעַל־פְּ֝נֵיכֶ֗ם אִם־אֲכַזֵּֽב׃ |
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
| שֻֽׁבוּ־נָ֭א אַל־תְּהִ֣י עַוְלָ֑ה וְשֻׁבִי (וְשׁ֥וּבוּ) עֹ֝וד צִדְקִי־בָֽהּ׃ |
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern crafty devices?
| הֲיֵשׁ־בִּלְשֹׁונִ֥י עַוְלָ֑ה אִם־חִ֝כִּ֗י לֹא־יָבִ֥ין הַוֹּֽות׃ |
