Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me.
| רוּחִ֣י חֻ֭בָּלָה יָמַ֥י נִזְעָ֗כוּ קְבָרִ֥ים לִֽי׃ |
2 Yet truly those that mock are with me, and on their offendings must my eye rest.
| אִם־לֹ֣א הֲ֭תֻלִים עִמָּדִ֑י וּ֝בְהַמְּרֹותָ֗ם תָּלַ֥ן עֵינִֽי׃ |
3 And thou, [Creator!] attend, I pray thee, be my surety with thyself: who else is there that would strike hands with me?
| שִֽׂימָה־נָּ֭א עָרְבֵ֣נִי עִמָּ֑ךְ מִֽי ה֝֗וּא לְיָדִ֥י יִתָּקֵֽעַ׃ |
4 For thou hast concealed their heart against intelligence: therefore art thou not exalted [through them].
| כִּֽי־לִ֭בָּם צָפַ֣נְתָּ מִּשָּׂ֑כֶל עַל־כֵּ֝֗ן לֹ֣א תְרֹמֵֽם׃ |
5 Every one of them speaketh deceptively to his friends: may also the eyes of his children fail.
| לְ֭חֵלֶק יַגִּ֣יד רֵעִ֑ים וְעֵינֵ֖י בָנָ֣יו תִּכְלֶֽנָה׃ |
6 And he hath placed me here as a by-word unto nations; and I become openly as a place of abomination.
| וְֽ֭הִצִּגַנִי לִמְשֹׁ֣ל עַמִּ֑ים וְתֹ֖פֶת לְפָנִ֣ים אֶֽהְיֶֽה׃ |
7 Therefore is my eye dim from vexation, and my limbs are all of them like a shadow.
| וַתֵּ֣כַהּ מִכַּ֣עַשׂ עֵינִ֑י וִֽיצֻרַ֖י כַּצֵּ֣ל כֻּלָּֽם׃ |
8 Upright men must be astonished at this, and the innocent must arouse himself against the hypocrite.
| יָשֹׁ֣מּוּ יְשָׁרִ֣ים עַל־זֹ֑את וְ֝נָקִ֗י עַל־חָנֵ֥ף יִתְעֹרָֽר׃ |
9 Yet will the righteous hold firmly on to his way; and he that is clean of hands will acquire additional strength.
| וְיֹאחֵ֣ז צַדִּ֣יק דַּרְכֹּ֑ו וּֽטֳהָר־יָ֝דַ֗יִם יֹסִ֥יף אֹֽמֶץ׃ |
10 But all of you, do only return, and come but [to me]: and yet I shall not find among you one wise man.
| וְֽאוּלָ֗ם כֻּלָּ֣ם תָּ֭שֻׁבוּ וּבֹ֣אוּ נָ֑א וְלֹֽא־אֶמְצָ֖א בָכֶ֣ם חָכָֽם׃ |
11 My days are past, my resolves are broken off, [even the thoughts]—the possessions of my heart.
| יָמַ֣י עָ֭בְרוּ זִמֹּתַ֣י נִתְּק֑וּ מֹ֖ורָשֵׁ֣י לְבָבִֽי׃ |
12 These would change the night into day, the light as near in the presence of darkness.—
| לַ֭יְלָה לְיֹ֣ום יָשִׂ֑ימוּ אֹ֝֗ור קָרֹ֥וב מִפְּנֵי־חֹֽשֶׁךְ׃ |
13 When I hope for the nether world as my house; in the darkness have I spread my couch; (Sheol h7585)
| אִם־אֲ֭קַוֶּה שְׁאֹ֣ול בֵּיתִ֑י בַּ֝חֹ֗שֶׁךְ רִפַּ֥דְתִּי יְצוּעָֽי׃ (Sheol h7585) |
14 When I call to corruption, Thou art my father: Thou art my mother, and my sister, to the worms.
| לַשַּׁ֣חַת קָ֭רָאתִי אָ֣בִי אָ֑תָּה אִמִּ֥י וַ֝אֲחֹתִ֗י לָֽרִמָּֽה׃ |
15 Ay, where is then my hope? as for my hope, who will see it [fulfilled]?
| וְ֭אַיֵּה אֵפֹ֣ו תִקְוָתִ֑י וְ֝תִקְוָתִ֗י מִ֣י יְשׁוּרֶֽנָּה׃ |
