אִיּוֹב 39
| הֲיָדַ֗עְתָּ עֵ֭ת לֶ֣דֶת יַעֲלֵי־סָ֑לַע חֹלֵ֖ל אַיָּל֣וֹת תִּשְׁמֹֽר׃ | 1 |
“Do you know the time when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears fawns?
| תִּסְפֹּ֣ר יְרָחִ֣ים תְּמַלֶּ֑אנָה וְ֝יָדַ֗עְתָּ עֵ֣ת לִדְתָּֽנָה׃ | 2 |
Can you count the months that they fulfil? Or do you know the time when they give birth?
| תִּ֭כְרַעְנָה יַלְדֵיהֶ֣ן תְּפַלַּ֑חְנָה חֶבְלֵיהֶ֥ם תְּשַׁלַּֽחְנָה׃ | 3 |
They bow themselves. They bear their young. They end their labour pains.
| יַחְלְמ֣וּ בְ֭נֵיהֶם יִרְבּ֣וּ בַבָּ֑ר יָ֝צְא֗וּ וְלֹא־שָׁ֥בוּ לָֽמוֹ׃ | 4 |
Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go out, and don’t return again.
| מִֽי־שִׁלַּ֣ח פֶּ֣רֶא חָפְשִׁ֑י וּמֹסְר֥וֹת עָ֝ר֗וֹד מִ֣י פִתֵּֽחַ׃ | 5 |
“Who has set the wild donkey free? Or who has loosened the bonds of the swift donkey,
| אֲשֶׁר־שַׂ֣מְתִּי עֲרָבָ֣ה בֵית֑וֹ וּֽמִשְׁכְּנוֹתָ֥יו מְלֵֽחָה׃ | 6 |
whose home I have made the wilderness, and the salt land his dwelling place?
| יִ֭שְׂחַק לַהֲמ֣וֹן קִרְיָ֑ה תְּשֻׁא֥וֹת נ֝וֹגֵ֗שׂ לֹ֣א יִשְׁמָֽע׃ | 7 |
He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.
| יְת֣וּר הָרִ֣ים מִרְעֵ֑הוּ וְאַחַ֖ר כָּל־יָר֣וֹק יִדְרֽוֹשׁ׃ | 8 |
The range of the mountains is his pasture. He searches after every green thing.
| הֲיֹ֣אבֶה רֵּ֣ים עָבְדֶ֑ךָ אִם־יָ֝לִ֗ין עַל־אֲבוּסֶֽךָ׃ | 9 |
“Will the wild ox be content to serve you? Or will he stay by your feeding trough?
| הֲֽתִקְשָׁר־רֵ֭ים בְּתֶ֣לֶם עֲבֹת֑וֹ אִם־יְשַׂדֵּ֖ד עֲמָקִ֣ים אַחֲרֶֽיךָ׃ | 10 |
Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?
| הֲֽתִבְטַח־בּ֭וֹ כִּי־רַ֣ב כֹּח֑וֹ וְתַעֲזֹ֖ב אֵלָ֣יו יְגִיעֶֽךָ׃ | 11 |
Will you trust him, because his strength is great? Or will you leave to him your labour?
| הֲתַאֲמִ֣ין בּ֭וֹ כִּי־ישוב זַרְעֶ֑ךָ וְֽגָרְנְךָ֥ יֶאֱסֹֽף׃ | 12 |
Will you confide in him, that he will bring home your seed, and gather the grain of your threshing floor?
| כְּנַף־רְנָנִ֥ים נֶעֱלָ֑סָה אִם־אֶ֝בְרָ֗ה חֲסִידָ֥ה וְנֹצָֽה׃ | 13 |
“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are they the feathers and plumage of love?
| כִּֽי־תַעֲזֹ֣ב לָאָ֣רֶץ בֵּצֶ֑יהָ וְֽעַל־עָפָ֥ר תְּחַמֵּֽם׃ | 14 |
For she leaves her eggs on the earth, warms them in the dust,
| וַ֭תִּשְׁכַּח כִּי־רֶ֣גֶל תְּזוּרֶ֑הָ וְחַיַּ֖ת הַשָּׂדֶ֣ה תְּדוּשֶֽׁהָ׃ | 15 |
and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.
| הִקְשִׁ֣יחַ בָּנֶ֣יהָ לְּלֹא־לָ֑הּ לְרִ֖יק יְגִיעָ֣הּ בְּלִי־פָֽחַד׃ | 16 |
She deals harshly with her young ones, as if they were not hers. Though her labour is in vain, she is without fear,
| כִּֽי־הִשָּׁ֣הּ אֱל֣וֹהַּ חָכְמָ֑ה וְלֹא־חָ֥לַק לָ֝֗הּ בַּבִּינָֽה׃ | 17 |
because God has deprived her of wisdom, neither has he imparted to her understanding.
| כָּ֭עֵת בַּמָּר֣וֹם תַּמְרִ֑יא תִּֽשְׂחַ֥ק לַ֝סּ֗וּס וּלְרֹֽכְבֽוֹ׃ | 18 |
When she lifts up herself on high, she scorns the horse and his rider.
| הֲתִתֵּ֣ן לַסּ֣וּס גְּבוּרָ֑ה הֲתַלְבִּ֖ישׁ צַוָּאר֣וֹ רַעְמָֽה׃ | 19 |
“Have you given the horse might? Have you clothed his neck with a quivering mane?
| הְֽ֭תַרְעִישֶׁנּוּ כָּאַרְבֶּ֑ה ה֖וֹד נַחְר֣וֹ אֵימָֽה׃ | 20 |
Have you made him to leap as a locust? The glory of his snorting is awesome.
| יַחְפְּר֣וּ בָ֭עֵמֶק וְיָשִׂ֣ישׂ בְּכֹ֑חַ יֵ֝צֵ֗א לִקְרַאת־נָֽשֶׁק׃ | 21 |
He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength. He goes out to meet the armed men.
| יִשְׂחַ֣ק לְ֭פַחַד וְלֹ֣א יֵחָ֑ת וְלֹֽא־יָ֝שׁ֗וּב מִפְּנֵי־חָֽרֶב׃ | 22 |
He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.
| עָ֭לָיו תִּרְנֶ֣ה אַשְׁפָּ֑ה לַ֖הַב חֲנִ֣ית וְכִידֽוֹן׃ | 23 |
The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
| בְּרַ֣עַשׁ וְ֭רֹגֶז יְגַמֶּא־אָ֑רֶץ וְלֹֽא־יַ֝אֲמִ֗ין כִּי־ק֥וֹל שׁוֹפָֽר׃ | 24 |
He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.
| בְּדֵ֤י שֹׁפָ֨ר ׀ יֹ֘אמַ֤ר הֶאָ֗ח וּֽ֭מֵרָחוֹק יָרִ֣יחַ מִלְחָמָ֑ה רַ֥עַם שָׂ֝רִים וּתְרוּעָֽה׃ | 25 |
As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
| הֲֽ֭מִבִּינָ֣תְךָ יַֽאֲבֶר־נֵ֑ץ יִפְרֹ֖שׂ כנפו לְתֵימָֽן׃ | 26 |
“Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings towards the south?
| אִם־עַל־פִּ֭יךָ יַגְבִּ֣יהַּ נָ֑שֶׁר וְ֝כִ֗י יָרִ֥ים קִנּֽוֹ׃ | 27 |
Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
| סֶ֣לַע יִ֭שְׁכֹּן וְיִתְלֹנָ֑ן עַֽל־שֶׁן־סֶ֝֗לַע וּמְצוּדָֽה׃ | 28 |
On the cliff he dwells and makes his home, on the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
| מִשָּׁ֥ם חָֽפַר־אֹ֑כֶל לְ֝מֵרָח֗וֹק עֵינָ֥יו יַבִּֽיטוּ׃ | 29 |
From there he spies out the prey. His eyes see it afar off.
| ואפרחו יְעַלְעוּ־דָ֑ם וּבַאֲשֶׁ֥ר חֲ֝לָלִ֗ים שָׁ֣ם הֽוּא׃ פ | 30 |
His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”
