אִיּוֹב 30
| וְעַתָּ֤ה ׀ שָֽׂחֲק֣וּ עָלַי֮ צְעִירִ֥ים מִמֶּ֗נִּי לְיָ֫מִ֥ים אֲשֶׁר־מָאַ֥סְתִּי אֲבֹותָ֑ם לָ֝שִׁ֗ית עִם־כַּלְבֵ֥י צֹאנִֽי׃ | 1 |
But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
| גַּם־כֹּ֣חַ יְ֭דֵיהֶם לָ֣מָּה לִּ֑י עָ֝לֵ֗ימֹו אָ֣בַד כָּֽלַח׃ | 2 |
Yea, the strength of their hands, to what should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
| בְּחֶ֥סֶר וּבְכָפָ֗ן גַּ֫לְמ֥וּד הַֽעֹרְקִ֥ים צִיָּ֑ה אֶ֝֗מֶשׁ שֹׁואָ֥ה וּמְשֹׁאָֽה׃ | 3 |
They are gaunt with want and famine. They gnaw the dry ground in the gloom of waste and desolation.
| הַקֹּטְפִ֣ים מַלּ֣וּחַ עֲלֵי־שִׂ֑יחַ וְשֹׁ֖רֶשׁ רְתָמִ֣ים לַחְמָֽם׃ | 4 |
They pluck mallows by the bushes, and the roots of the juniper are their food.
| מִן־גֵּ֥ו יְגֹרָ֑שׁוּ יָרִ֥יעוּ עָ֝לֵ֗ימֹו כַּגַּנָּֽב׃ | 5 |
They are driven forth from the midst of men. They cry out after them as after a thief,
| בַּעֲר֣וּץ נְחָלִ֣ים לִשְׁכֹּ֑ן חֹרֵ֖י עָפָ֣ר וְכֵפִֽים׃ | 6 |
so that they dwell in frightful valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
| בֵּין־שִׂיחִ֥ים יִנְהָ֑קוּ תַּ֖חַת חָר֣וּל יְסֻפָּֽחוּ׃ | 7 |
Among the bushes they bray, under the nettles they are gathered together.
| בְּֽנֵי־נָ֭בָל גַּם־בְּנֵ֣י בְלִי־שֵׁ֑ם נִ֝כְּא֗וּ מִן־הָאָֽרֶץ׃ | 8 |
They are sons of fools, yea, sons of base men. They were scourged out of the land.
| וְ֭עַתָּה נְגִינָתָ֣ם הָיִ֑יתִי וָאֱהִ֖י לָהֶ֣ם לְמִלָּֽה׃ | 9 |
And now I have become their song, Yea, I am a byword to them.
| תִּֽ֭עֲבוּנִי רָ֣חֲקוּ מֶ֑נִּי וּ֝מִפָּנַ֗י לֹא־חָ֥שְׂכוּ רֹֽק׃ | 10 |
They abhor me. They stand aloof from me, and do not spare to spit in my face.
| כִּֽי־יִתְרֹו (יִתְרִ֣י) פִ֭תַּח וַיְעַנֵּ֑נִי וְ֝רֶ֗סֶן מִפָּנַ֥י שִׁלֵּֽחוּ׃ | 11 |
For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me. And they have cast off the bridle before me.
| עַל־יָמִין֮ פִּרְחַ֪ח יָ֫ק֥וּמוּ רַגְלַ֥י שִׁלֵּ֑חוּ וַיָּסֹ֥לּוּ עָ֝לַ֗י אָרְחֹ֥ות אֵידָֽם׃ | 12 |
Upon my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
| נָתְס֗וּ נְֽתִיבָ֫תִ֥י לְהַוָּתִֽי יֹעִ֑ילוּ לֹ֖א עֹזֵ֣ר לָֽמֹו׃ | 13 |
They mar my path. They set forward my calamity, even men who have no helper.
| כְּפֶ֣רֶץ רָחָ֣ב יֶאֱתָ֑יוּ תַּ֥חַת שֹׁ֝אָ֗ה הִתְגַּלְגָּֽלוּ׃ | 14 |
As through a wide breach they come. In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
| הָהְפַּ֥ךְ עָלַ֗י בַּלָּ֫הֹ֥ות תִּרְדֹּ֣ף כָּ֭רוּחַ נְדִבָתִ֑י וּ֝כְעָ֗ב עָבְרָ֥ה יְשֻׁעָתִֽי׃ | 15 |
Terrors are turned upon me. They chase my honor as the wind, and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
| וְעַתָּ֗ה עָ֭לַי תִּשְׁתַּפֵּ֣ךְ נַפְשִׁ֑י יֹ֖אחֲז֣וּנִי יְמֵי־עֹֽנִי׃ | 16 |
And now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
| לַ֗יְלָה עֲ֭צָמַי נִקַּ֣ר מֵעָלָ֑י וְ֝עֹרְקַ֗י לֹ֣א יִשְׁכָּבֽוּן׃ | 17 |
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
| בְּרָב־כֹּ֖חַ יִתְחַפֵּ֣שׂ לְבוּשִׁ֑י כְּפִ֖י כֻתָּנְתִּ֣י יַֽאַזְרֵֽנִי׃ | 18 |
By the great force my garment is disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
| הֹרָ֥נִי לַחֹ֑מֶר וָ֝אֶתְמַשֵּׁ֗ל כֶּעָפָ֥ר וָאֵֽפֶר׃ | 19 |
He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
| אֲשַׁוַּ֣ע אֵ֭לֶיךָ וְלֹ֣א תַעֲנֵ֑נִי עָ֝מַ֗דְתִּי וַתִּתְבֹּ֥נֶן בִּֽי׃ | 20 |
I cry to thee, and thou do not answer me. I stand up, and thou gaze at me.
| תֵּהָפֵ֣ךְ לְאַכְזָ֣ר לִ֑י בְּעֹ֖צֶם יָדְךָ֣ תִשְׂטְמֵֽנִי׃ | 21 |
Thou have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of thy hand thou persecute me.
| תִּשָּׂאֵ֣נִי אֶל־ר֖וּחַ תַּרְכִּיבֵ֑נִי וּ֝תְמֹגְגֵ֗נִי תְּשֻׁוֶּה (תּוּשִׁיָּֽה)׃ | 22 |
Thou lift me up to the wind. Thou cause me to ride upon it, and thou disintegrate me in the storm.
| כִּֽי־יָ֭דַעְתִּי מָ֣וֶת תְּשִׁיבֵ֑נִי וּבֵ֖ית מֹועֵ֣ד לְכָל־חָֽי׃ | 23 |
For I know that thou will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
| אַ֣ךְ לֹא־בְ֭עִי יִשְׁלַח־יָ֑ד אִם־בְּ֝פִידֹ֗ו לָהֶ֥ן שֽׁוּעַ׃ | 24 |
However does not a man stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
| אִם־לֹ֣א בָ֭כִיתִי לִקְשֵׁה־יֹ֑ום עָֽגְמָ֥ה נַ֝פְשִׁ֗י לָאֶבְיֹֽון׃ | 25 |
Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
| כִּ֤י טֹ֣וב קִ֭וִּיתִי וַיָּ֣בֹא רָ֑ע וַֽאֲיַחֲלָ֥ה לְ֝אֹ֗ור וַיָּ֥בֹא אֹֽפֶל׃ | 26 |
When I looked for good, then evil came. And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
| מֵעַ֖י רֻתְּח֥וּ וְלֹא־דָ֗מּוּ קִדְּמֻ֥נִי יְמֵי־עֹֽנִי׃ | 27 |
My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come upon me.
| קֹדֵ֣ר הִ֭לַּכְתִּי בְּלֹ֣א חַמָּ֑ה קַ֖מְתִּי בַקָּהָ֣ל אֲשַׁוֵּֽעַ׃ | 28 |
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
| אָ֭ח הָיִ֣יתִי לְתַנִּ֑ים וְ֝רֵ֗עַ לִבְנֹ֥ות יַעֲנָֽה׃ | 29 |
I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
| עֹ֖ורִי שָׁחַ֣ר מֵעָלָ֑י וְעַצְמִי־חָ֝֗רָה מִנִּי־חֹֽרֶב׃ | 30 |
My skin is black, and falls from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
| וַיְהִ֣י לְ֭אֵבֶל כִּנֹּרִ֑י וְ֝עֻגָבִ֗י לְקֹ֣ול בֹּכִֽים׃ | 31 |
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
