< איוב 10 >
נָֽקְטָה נַפְשִׁי בְּחַיָּי אֶֽעֶזְבָה עָלַי שִׂיחִי אֲדַבְּרָה בְּמַר נַפְשִֽׁי׃ | 1 |
“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
אֹמַר אֶל־אֱלוֹהַּ אַל־תַּרְשִׁיעֵנִי הֽוֹדִיעֵנִי עַל מַה־תְּרִיבֵֽנִי׃ | 2 |
I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
הֲטוֹב לְךָ ׀ כִּֽי־תַעֲשֹׁק כִּֽי־תִמְאַס יְגִיעַ כַּפֶּיךָ וְעַל־עֲצַת רְשָׁעִים הוֹפָֽעְתָּ׃ | 3 |
Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
הַעֵינֵי בָשָׂר לָךְ אִם־כִּרְאוֹת אֱנוֹשׁ תִּרְאֶֽה׃ | 4 |
Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
הֲכִימֵי אֱנוֹשׁ יָמֶיךָ אִם־שְׁנוֹתֶיךָ כִּימֵי גָֽבֶר׃ | 5 |
Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
כִּֽי־תְבַקֵּשׁ לַעֲוֺנִי וּלְחַטָּאתִי תִדְרֽוֹשׁ׃ | 6 |
that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
עַֽל־דַּעְתְּךָ כִּי־לֹא אֶרְשָׁע וְאֵין מִיָּדְךָ מַצִּֽיל׃ | 7 |
Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
יָדֶיךָ עִצְּבוּנִי וַֽיַּעֲשׂוּנִי יַחַד סָבִיב וַֽתְּבַלְּעֵֽנִי׃ | 8 |
“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
זְכָר־נָא כִּי־כַחֹמֶר עֲשִׂיתָנִי וְֽאֶל־עָפָר תְּשִׁיבֵֽנִי׃ | 9 |
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
הֲלֹא כֶחָלָב תַּתִּיכֵנִי וְכַגְּבִנָּה תַּקְפִּיאֵֽנִי׃ | 10 |
Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
עוֹר וּבָשָׂר תַּלְבִּישֵׁנִי וּֽבַעֲצָמוֹת וְגִידִים תְּסֹכְכֵֽנִי׃ | 11 |
You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
חַיִּים וָחֶסֶד עָשִׂיתָ עִמָּדִי וּפְקֻדָּתְךָ שָֽׁמְרָה רוּחִֽי׃ | 12 |
You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
וְאֵלֶּה צָפַנְתָּ בִלְבָבֶךָ יָדַעְתִּי כִּי־זֹאת עִמָּֽךְ׃ | 13 |
Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
אִם־חָטָאתִי וּשְׁמַרְתָּנִי וּמֵעֲוֺנִי לֹא תְנַקֵּֽנִי׃ | 14 |
if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
אִם־רָשַׁעְתִּי אַלְלַי לִי וְצָדַקְתִּי לֹא־אֶשָּׂא רֹאשִׁי שְׂבַע קָלוֹן וּרְאֵה עָנְיֽ͏ִי׃ | 15 |
If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
וְיִגְאֶה כַּשַּׁחַל תְּצוּדֵנִי וְתָשֹׁב תִּתְפַּלָּא־בִֽי׃ | 16 |
If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
תְּחַדֵּשׁ עֵדֶיךָ ׀ נֶגְדִּי וְתֶרֶב כַּֽעַשְׂךָ עִמָּדִי חֲלִיפוֹת וְצָבָא עִמִּֽי׃ | 17 |
You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
וְלָמָּה מֵרֶחֶם הֹצֵאתָנִי אֶגְוַע וְעַיִן לֹא־תִרְאֵֽנִי׃ | 18 |
“‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
כַּאֲשֶׁר לֹא־הָיִיתִי אֶהְיֶה מִבֶּטֶן לַקֶּבֶר אוּבָֽל׃ | 19 |
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
הֲלֹא־מְעַט יָמַי יחדל וַחֲדָל ישית וְשִׁית מִמֶּנִּי וְאַבְלִיגָה מְּעָֽט׃ | 20 |
Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
בְּטֶרֶם אֵלֵךְ וְלֹא אָשׁוּב אֶל־אֶרֶץ חֹשֶׁךְ וְצַלְמָֽוֶת׃ | 21 |
before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
אֶרֶץ עֵיפָתָה ׀ כְּמוֹ אֹפֶל צַלְמָוֶת וְלֹא סְדָרִים וַתֹּפַע כְּמוֹ־אֹֽפֶל׃ | 22 |
the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”