אִיּוֹב 17
| רוּחִ֣י חֻ֭בָּלָה יָמַ֥י נִזְעָ֗כוּ קְבָרִ֥ים לִֽי׃ | 1 |
My spirit is crushed; my life is extinguished; the grave is ready for me.
| אִם־לֹ֣א הֲ֭תֻלִים עִמָּדִ֑י וּ֝בְהַמְּרֹותָ֗ם תָּלַ֥ן עֵינִֽי׃ | 2 |
Mockers surround me. I see how bitterly they ridicule me.
| שִֽׂימָה־נָּ֭א עָרְבֵ֣נִי עִמָּ֑ךְ מִֽי ה֝֗וּא לְיָדִ֥י יִתָּקֵֽעַ׃ | 3 |
God, you need to put down a pledge for me with yourself, for who else will be my guarantor?
| כִּֽי־לִ֭בָּם צָפַ֣נְתָּ מִּשָּׂ֑כֶל עַל־כֵּ֝֗ן לֹ֣א תְרֹמֵֽם׃ | 4 |
You have closed their minds to understanding, so do not let them win!
| לְ֭חֵלֶק יַגִּ֣יד רֵעִ֑ים וְעֵינֵ֖י בָנָ֣יו תִּכְלֶֽנָה׃ | 5 |
They betray friends to gain benefit for themselves and their children suffer for it.
| וְֽ֭הִצִּגַנִי לִמְשֹׁ֣ל עַמִּ֑ים וְתֹ֖פֶת לְפָנִ֣ים אֶֽהְיֶֽה׃ | 6 |
He has made me a proverb of ridicule among the people; they spit in my face.
| וַתֵּ֣כַהּ מִכַּ֣עַשׂ עֵינִ֑י וִֽיצֻרַ֖י כַּצֵּ֣ל כֻּלָּֽם׃ | 7 |
My eyes are worn out from crying and my body is a shadow of its former self.
| יָשֹׁ֣מּוּ יְשָׁרִ֣ים עַל־זֹ֑את וְ֝נָקִ֗י עַל־חָנֵ֥ף יִתְעֹרָֽר׃ | 8 |
People who think they are good are shocked to see me. Those who are innocent are troubled by the godless.
| וְיֹאחֵ֣ז צַדִּ֣יק דַּרְכֹּ֑ו וּֽטֳהָר־יָ֝דַ֗יִם יֹסִ֥יף אֹֽמֶץ׃ | 9 |
Those who are right keep going, and those whose hands are clean grow stronger and stronger.
| וְֽאוּלָ֗ם כֻּלָּ֣ם תָּ֭שֻׁבוּ וּבֹ֣אוּ נָ֑א וְלֹֽא־אֶמְצָ֖א בָכֶ֣ם חָכָֽם׃ | 10 |
Why don't you come back and repeat again what you've been saying?—yet I still won't find a wise man among you!
| יָמַ֣י עָ֭בְרוּ זִמֹּתַ֣י נִתְּק֑וּ מֹ֖ורָשֵׁ֣י לְבָבִֽי׃ | 11 |
My life is over. My plans are gone. My heart is broken.
| לַ֭יְלָה לְיֹ֣ום יָשִׂ֑ימוּ אֹ֝֗ור קָרֹ֥וב מִפְּנֵי־חֹֽשֶׁךְ׃ | 12 |
They turn night into day, and say that daylight is close to darkness.
| אִם־אֲ֭קַוֶּה שְׁאֹ֣ול בֵּיתִ֑י בַּ֝חֹ֗שֶׁךְ רִפַּ֥דְתִּי יְצוּעָֽי׃ (Sheol h7585) | 13 |
What am I looking for? To make my home in Sheol, to make my bed in darkness? (Sheol h7585)
| לַשַּׁ֣חַת קָ֭רָאתִי אָ֣בִי אָ֑תָּה אִמִּ֥י וַ֝אֲחֹתִ֗י לָֽרִמָּֽה׃ | 14 |
Should I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
| וְ֭אַיֵּה אֵפֹ֣ו תִקְוָתִ֑י וְ֝תִקְוָתִ֗י מִ֣י יְשׁוּרֶֽנָּה׃ | 15 |
So then where is my hope? Can anyone see any hope for me?
