< אִיּוֹב 17 >
רוּחִ֣י חֻ֭בָּלָה יָמַ֥י נִזְעָ֗כוּ קְבָרִ֥ים לִֽי׃ | 1 |
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
אִם־לֹ֣א הֲ֭תֻלִים עִמָּדִ֑י וּ֝בְהַמְּרוֹתָ֗ם תָּלַ֥ן עֵינִֽי׃ | 2 |
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
שִֽׂימָה־נָּ֭א עָרְבֵ֣נִי עִמָּ֑ךְ מִֽי ה֝֗וּא לְיָדִ֥י יִתָּקֵֽעַ׃ | 3 |
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
כִּֽי־לִ֭בָּם צָפַ֣נְתָּ מִּשָּׂ֑כֶל עַל־כֵּ֝֗ן לֹ֣א תְרֹמֵֽם׃ | 4 |
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
לְ֭חֵלֶק יַגִּ֣יד רֵעִ֑ים וְעֵינֵ֖י בָנָ֣יו תִּכְלֶֽנָה׃ | 5 |
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
וְֽ֭הִצִּגַנִי לִמְשֹׁ֣ל עַמִּ֑ים וְתֹ֖פֶת לְפָנִ֣ים אֶֽהְיֶֽה׃ | 6 |
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
וַתֵּ֣כַהּ מִכַּ֣עַשׂ עֵינִ֑י וִֽיצֻרַ֖י כַּצֵּ֣ל כֻּלָּֽם׃ | 7 |
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
יָשֹׁ֣מּוּ יְשָׁרִ֣ים עַל־זֹ֑את וְ֝נָקִ֗י עַל־חָנֵ֥ף יִתְעֹרָֽר׃ | 8 |
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
וְיֹאחֵ֣ז צַדִּ֣יק דַּרְכּ֑וֹ וּֽטֳהָר־יָ֝דַ֗יִם יֹסִ֥יף אֹֽמֶץ׃ | 9 |
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
וְֽאוּלָ֗ם כֻּלָּ֣ם תָּ֭שֻׁבוּ וּבֹ֣אוּ נָ֑א וְלֹֽא־אֶמְצָ֖א בָכֶ֣ם חָכָֽם׃ | 10 |
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
יָמַ֣י עָ֭בְרוּ זִמֹּתַ֣י נִתְּק֑וּ מ֖וֹרָשֵׁ֣י לְבָבִֽי׃ | 11 |
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
לַ֭יְלָה לְי֣וֹם יָשִׂ֑ימוּ א֝֗וֹר קָר֥וֹב מִפְּנֵי־חֹֽשֶׁךְ׃ | 12 |
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
אִם־אֲ֭קַוֶּה שְׁא֣וֹל בֵּיתִ֑י בַּ֝חֹ֗שֶׁךְ רִפַּ֥דְתִּי יְצוּעָֽי׃ (Sheol ) | 13 |
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol )
לַשַּׁ֣חַת קָ֭רָאתִי אָ֣בִי אָ֑תָּה אִמִּ֥י וַ֝אֲחֹתִ֗י לָֽרִמָּֽה׃ | 14 |
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
וְ֭אַיֵּה אֵפ֣וֹ תִקְוָתִ֑י וְ֝תִקְוָתִ֗י מִ֣י יְשׁוּרֶֽנָּה׃ | 15 |
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
בַּדֵּ֣י שְׁאֹ֣ל תֵּרַ֑דְנָה אִם־יַ֖חַד עַל־עָפָ֣ר נָֽחַת׃ ס (Sheol ) | 16 |
It must go down to the bars of the under-world, As soon as there is rest for me in the dust. (Sheol )