< איוב 17 >
רוּחִי חֻבָּלָה יָמַי נִזְעָכוּ קְבָרִים לִֽי׃ | 1 |
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
אִם־לֹא הֲתֻלִים עִמָּדִי וּבְהַמְּרוֹתָם תָּלַן עֵינִֽי׃ | 2 |
Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
שִֽׂימָה־נָּא עׇרְבֵנִי עִמָּךְ מִי הוּא לְיָדִי יִתָּקֵֽעַ׃ | 3 |
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
כִּֽי־לִבָּם צָפַנְתָּ מִשָּׂכֶל עַל־כֵּן לֹא תְרֹמֵֽם׃ | 4 |
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
לְחֵלֶק יַגִּיד רֵעִים וְעֵינֵי בָנָיו תִּכְלֶֽנָה׃ | 5 |
He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
וְֽהִצִּיגַנִי לִמְשֹׁל עַמִּים וְתֹפֶת לְפָנִים אֶהְיֶֽה׃ | 6 |
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
וַתֵּכַהּ מִכַּעַשׂ עֵינִי וִיצֻרַי כַּצֵּל כֻּלָּֽם׃ | 7 |
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
יָשֹׁמּוּ יְשָׁרִים עַל־זֹאת וְנָקִי עַל־חָנֵף יִתְעֹרָֽר׃ | 8 |
Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
וְיֹאחֵז צַדִּיק דַּרְכּוֹ וּֽטְהׇר־יָדַיִם יֹסִיף אֹֽמֶץ׃ | 9 |
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
וְֽאוּלָם כֻּלָּם תָּשֻׁבוּ וּבֹאוּ נָא וְלֹֽא־אֶמְצָא בָכֶם חָכָֽם׃ | 10 |
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
יָמַי עָבְרוּ זִמֹּתַי נִתְּקוּ מוֹרָשֵׁי לְבָבִֽי׃ | 11 |
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
לַיְלָה לְיוֹם יָשִׂימוּ אוֹר קָרוֹב מִפְּנֵי־חֹֽשֶׁךְ׃ | 12 |
They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
אִם־אֲקַוֶּה שְׁאוֹל בֵּיתִי בַּחֹשֶׁךְ רִפַּדְתִּי יְצוּעָֽי׃ (Sheol ) | 13 |
If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (Sheol )
לַשַּׁחַת קָרָאתִי אָבִי אָתָּה אִמִּי וַאֲחֹתִי לָרִמָּֽה׃ | 14 |
I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
וְאַיֵּה אֵפוֹ תִקְוָתִי וְתִקְוָתִי מִי יְשׁוּרֶֽנָּה׃ | 15 |
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
בַּדֵּי שְׁאֹל תֵּרַדְנָה אִם־יַחַד עַל־עָפָר נָֽחַת׃ (Sheol ) | 16 |
They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust. (Sheol )