Job 40
1 And Yahweh responded to Job, and said: —
| וַיַּ֖עַן יְהוָ֥ה אֶת־אִיּ֗וֹב וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
2 Shall a reprover contend, with the Almighty? He that disputeth with GOD, let him answer it!
| הֲ֭רֹב עִם־שַׁדַּ֣י יִסּ֑וֹר מוֹכִ֖יחַ אֱל֣וֹהַּ יַעֲנֶֽנָּה׃ פ |
3 Then Job responded to Yahweh, and said: —
| וַיַּ֖עַן אִיּ֥וֹב אֶת־יְהוָ֗ה וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
4 Lo! I am of no account, what shall I reply to thee? My hand, have I laid on my mouth:
| הֵ֣ן קַ֭לֹּתִי מָ֣ה אֲשִׁיבֶ֑ךָּ יָ֝דִ֗י שַׂ֣מְתִּי לְמוֹ־פִֽי׃ |
5 Once, have I spoken, but I will not proceed, yea twice, but I will not add.
| אַחַ֣ת דִּ֭בַּרְתִּי וְלֹ֣א אֶֽעֱנֶ֑ה וּ֝שְׁתַּ֗יִם וְלֹ֣א אוֹסִֽיף׃ פ |
6 So then Yahweh responded to Job, out of a storm, and said: —
| וַיַּֽעַן־יְהוָ֣ה אֶת־אִ֭יּוֹב מנ סערה וַיֹּאמַֽר׃ |
7 Gird, I pray thee—as a strong man—thy loins, I will ask thee, and inform thou me.
| אֱזָר־נָ֣א כְגֶ֣בֶר חֲלָצֶ֑יךָ אֶ֝שְׁאָלְךָ֗ וְהוֹדִיעֵֽנִי׃ |
8 Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest appear right?
| הַ֭אַף תָּפֵ֣ר מִשְׁפָּטִ֑י תַּ֝רְשִׁיעֵ֗נִי לְמַ֣עַן תִּצְדָּֽק׃ |
9 But if, an arm like GOD, thou hast, and, with a voice like his, thou canst thunder,
| וְאִם־זְר֖וֹעַ כָּאֵ֥ל ׀ לָ֑ךְ וּ֝בְק֗וֹל כָּמֹ֥הוּ תַרְעֵֽם׃ |
10 Deck thyself, I pray thee, with majesty and grandeur, Yea, with dignity and splendour, thou shalt clothe thyself;
| עֲדֵ֥ה נָ֣א גָֽא֣וֹן וָגֹ֑בַהּ וְה֖וֹד וְהָדָ֣ר תִּלְבָּֽשׁ׃ |
11 Pour out thy transports of anger, and look on every one who is high, and lay him low;
| הָ֭פֵץ עֶבְר֣וֹת אַפֶּ֑ךָ וּרְאֵ֥ה כָל־גֵּ֝אֶ֗ה וְהַשְׁפִּילֵֽהוּ׃ |
12 Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot:
| רְאֵ֣ה כָל־גֵּ֭אֶה הַכְנִיעֵ֑הוּ וַהֲדֹ֖ךְ רְשָׁעִ֣ים תַּחְתָּֽם׃ |
13 Hide them in the dust all together, Their faces, bind thou in darkness;
| טָמְנֵ֣ם בֶּעָפָ֣ר יָ֑חַד פְּ֝נֵיהֶ֗ם חֲבֹ֣שׁ בַּטָּמֽוּן׃ |
14 And, even I myself, will praise thee, in that thine own right hand can bring thee salvation.
| וְגַם־אֲנִ֥י אוֹדֶ֑ךָּ כִּֽי־תוֹשִׁ֖עַ לְךָ֣ יְמִינֶֽךָ׃ |
15 Behold, I pray thee, the Hippopotamus, which I made with thee, Grass—like the ox, he eateth;
| הִנֵּה־נָ֣א בְ֭הֵמוֹת אֲשֶׁר־עָשִׂ֣יתִי עִמָּ֑ךְ חָ֝צִ֗יר כַּבָּקָ֥ר יֹאכֵֽל׃ |
16 Behold, I pray thee, his strength in his loins, and his force, in the muscles of his belly;
| הִנֵּה־נָ֣א כֹח֣וֹ בְמָתְנָ֑יו וְ֝אֹנ֗וֹ בִּשְׁרִירֵ֥י בִטְנֽוֹ׃ |
17 He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs, are twisted together;
| יַחְפֹּ֣ץ זְנָב֣וֹ כְמוֹ־אָ֑רֶז גִּידֵ֖י פחדו יְשֹׂרָֽגוּ׃ |
18 His bones, are barrels of bronze, his frame, is like hammered bars of iron:
| עֲ֭צָמָיו אֲפִיקֵ֣י נְחוּשָׁ֑ה גְּ֝רָמָ֗יו כִּמְטִ֥יל בַּרְזֶֽל׃ |
19 He, is the beginning of the ways of GOD, Let his maker, present him his sword:
| ה֭וּא רֵאשִׁ֣ית דַּרְכֵי־אֵ֑ל הָ֝עֹשׂוֹ יַגֵּ֥שׁ חַרְבּֽוֹ׃ |
20 Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;
| כִּֽי־ב֭וּל הָרִ֣ים יִשְׂאוּ־ל֑וֹ וְֽכָל־חַיַּ֥ת הַ֝שָּׂדֶ֗ה יְשַֽׂחֲקוּ־שָֽׁם ׃ |
21 Under the lotus-trees, he lieth down, in a covert of reed and swamp;
| תַּֽחַת־צֶאֱלִ֥ים יִשְׁכָּ֑ב בְּסֵ֖תֶר קָנֶ֣ה וּבִצָּֽה׃ |
22 The lotus-trees cover him with their shade, the willows of the torrent-bed compass him about;
| יְסֻכֻּ֣הוּ צֶאֱלִ֣ים צִֽלֲל֑וֹ יְ֝סֻבּ֗וּהוּ עַרְבֵי־נָֽחַל׃ |
23 Lo! the river becometh insolent—he is not alarmed! He is confident, though a Jordan burst forth to his mouth:
| הֵ֤ן יַעֲשֹׁ֣ק נָ֭הָר לֹ֣א יַחְפּ֑וֹז יִבְטַ֓ח ׀ כִּֽי־יָגִ֖יחַ יַרְדֵּ֣ן אֶל־פִּֽיהוּ׃ |
24 Before his eyes, shall he be caught? With a hook, can one pierce his nose?
| בְּעֵינָ֥יו יִקָּחֶ֑נּוּ בְּ֝מֽוֹקְשִׁ֗ים יִנְקָב־אָֽף׃ |
