Job 6
1 Then Job answered and said:
| וַיַּעַן אִיּוֹב וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
| לוּ שָׁקוֹל יִשָּׁקֵל כַּעְשִׂי והיתי וְהַוָּתִי בְּֽמֹאזְנַיִם יִשְׂאוּ־יָֽחַד׃ |
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
| כִּֽי־עַתָּה מֵחוֹל יַמִּים יִכְבָּד עַל־כֵּן דְּבָרַי 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.
| כִּי חִצֵּי שַׁדַּי עִמָּדִי אֲשֶׁר חֲמָתָם שֹׁתָה רוּחִי בִּעוּתֵי אֱלוֹהַּ יַֽעַרְכֽוּנִי׃ |
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
| הֲיִֽנְהַק־פֶּרֶא עֲלֵי־דֶשֶׁא אִם יִגְעֶה־שּׁוֹר עַל־בְּלִילֽוֹ׃ |
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
| הֲיֵאָכֵל תָּפֵל מִבְּלִי־מֶלַח אִם־יֶשׁ־טַעַם בְּרִיר חַלָּמֽוּת׃ |
7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as the sickness of my flesh.
| מֵאֲנָה לִנְגּוֹעַ נַפְשִׁי הֵמָּה כִּדְוֵי לַחְמִֽי׃ |
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
| מִֽי־יִתֵּן תָּבוֹא שֶֽׁאֱלָתִי וְתִקְוָתִי יִתֵּן אֱלֽוֹהַּ׃ |
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; that He would let loose His hand, and cut me off!
| וְיֹאֵל אֱלוֹהַּ וִֽידַכְּאֵנִי יַתֵּר יָדוֹ 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.
| וּתְהִי עוֹד ׀ נֶחָמָתִי וַאֲסַלְּדָה בְחִילָה לֹא יַחְמוֹל כִּי־לֹא כִחַדְתִּי אִמְרֵי קָדֽוֹשׁ׃ |
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, that I should be patient?
| מַה־כֹּחִי כִֽי־אֲיַחֵל וּמַה־קִּצִּי כִּֽי־אַאֲרִיךְ נַפְשִֽׁי׃ |
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
| אִם־כֹּחַ אֲבָנִים כֹּחִי אִֽם־בְּשָׂרִי נָחֽוּשׁ׃ |
13 Is it that I have no help in me, and that sound wisdom is driven quite from me?
| הַאִם אֵין עֶזְרָתִי בִי וְתֻשִׁיָּה נִדְּחָה 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.
| לַמָּס מֵרֵעֵהוּ חָסֶד וְיִרְאַת שַׁדַּי יַעֲזֽוֹב׃ |
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that overflow,
| אַחַי בָּגְדוּ כְמוֹ־נָחַל כַּאֲפִיק נְחָלִים יַעֲבֹֽרוּ׃ |
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself;
| הַקֹּדְרִים מִנִּי־קָרַח עָלֵימוֹ יִתְעַלֶּם־שָֽׁלֶג׃ |
17 What time they wax warm, they vanish, when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
| בְּעֵת יְזֹרְבוּ נִצְמָתוּ בְּחֻמּוֹ נִדְעֲכוּ מִמְּקוֹמָֽם׃ |
18 The paths of their way do wind, they go up into the waste, and are lost.
| יִלָּפְתוּ אָרְחוֹת דַּרְכָּם יַעֲלוּ בַתֹּהוּ וְיֹאבֵֽדוּ׃ |
19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them —
| הִבִּיטוּ אָרְחוֹת תֵּמָא הֲלִיכֹת שְׁבָא קִוּוּ־לָֽמוֹ׃ |
20 They were ashamed because they had hoped; they came thither, and were confounded.
| בֹּשׁוּ כִּֽי־בָטָח בָּאוּ עָדֶיהָ וַיֶּחְפָּֽרוּ׃ |
21 For now ye are become His; ye see a terror, and are afraid.
| כִּֽי־עַתָּה הֱיִיתֶם לא לוֹ תִּֽרְאוּ חֲתַת וַתִּירָֽאוּ׃ |
22 Did I say: 'Give unto me'? or: 'Offer a present for me of your substance'?
| הֲֽכִי־אָמַרְתִּי הָבוּ לִי וּמִכֹּחֲכֶם שִׁחֲדוּ בַעֲדִֽי׃ |
23 or: 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? or: 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors'?
| וּמַלְּטוּנִי מִיַּד־צָר וּמִיַּד עָרִיצִים תִּפְדּֽוּנִי׃ |
24 Teach me, and I will hold my peace; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
| הוֹרוּנִי וַאֲנִי אַחֲרִישׁ וּמַה־שָּׁגִיתִי הָבִינוּ לִֽי׃ |
25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing argue?
| מַה־נִּמְרְצוּ אִמְרֵי־יֹשֶׁר וּמַה־יּוֹכִיחַ הוֹכֵחַ מִכֶּֽם׃ |
26 Do ye hold words to be an argument, but the speeches of one that is desperate to be wind?
| הַלְהוֹכַח מִלִּים תַּחְשֹׁבוּ וּלְרוּחַ אִמְרֵי נֹאָֽשׁ׃ |
27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.
| אַף־עַל־יָתוֹם תַּפִּילוּ וְתִכְרוּ עַל־רֵֽיעֲכֶֽם׃ |
28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; for surely I shall not lie to your face.
| וְעַתָּה הוֹאִילוּ פְנוּ־בִי וְעַל־פְּנֵיכֶם אִם־אֲכַזֵּֽב׃ |
29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
| שֻֽׁבוּ־נָא אַל־תְּהִי עַוְלָה ושבי וְשׁוּבוּ עוֹד צִדְקִי־בָֽהּ׃ |
30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern crafty devices?
| הֲיֵשׁ־בִּלְשׁוֹנִי עַוְלָה אִם־חִכִּי לֹא־יָבִין הַוּֽוֹת׃ |
