1 And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

1 וַיֹּ֣סֶף אִ֭יֹּוב שְׂאֵ֥ת מְשָׁלֹ֗ו וַיֹּאמַֽר׃

2 God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter.

2 חַי־אֵ֭ל הֵסִ֣יר מִשְׁפָּטִ֑י וְ֝שַׁדַּ֗י הֵמַ֥ר נַפְשִֽׁי׃

3 For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

3 כִּֽי־כָל־עֹ֣וד נִשְׁמָתִ֣י בִ֑י וְר֖וּחַ אֱלֹ֣והַּ בְּאַפִּֽי׃

4 My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

4 אִם־תְּדַבֵּ֣רְנָה שְׂפָתַ֣י עַוְלָ֑ה וּ֝לְשֹׁונִ֗י אִם־יֶהְגֶּ֥ה רְמִיָּֽה׃

5 Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.

5 חָלִ֣ילָה לִּי֮ אִם־אַצְדִּ֪יק אֶ֫תְכֶ֥ם עַד־אֶגְוָ֑ע לֹא־אָסִ֖יר תֻּמָּתִ֣י מִמֶּֽנִּי׃

6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.

6 בְּצִדְקָתִ֣י הֶ֭חֱזַקְתִּי וְלֹ֣א אַרְפֶּ֑הָ לֹֽא־יֶחֱרַ֥ף לְ֝בָבִ֗י מִיָּמָֽי׃

7 As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.

7 יְהִ֣י כְ֭רָשָׁע אֹ֣יְבִ֑י וּמִתְקֹומְמִ֥י כְעַוָּֽל׃

8 For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

8 כִּ֤י מַה־תִּקְוַ֣ת חָ֭נֵף כִּ֣י יִבְצָ֑ע כִּ֤י יֵ֖שֶׁל אֱלֹ֣והַּ נַפְשֹֽׁו׃

9 His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

9 הַֽ֭צַעֲקָתֹו יִשְׁמַ֥ע׀ אֵ֑ל כִּֽי־תָבֹ֖וא עָלָ֣יו צָרָֽה׃

10 On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

10 אִם־עַל־שַׁדַּ֥י יִתְעַנָּ֑ג יִקְרָ֖א אֱלֹ֣והַּ בְּכָל־עֵֽת׃

11 I shew you by the hand of God, That which `is' with the Mighty I hide not.

11 אֹורֶ֣ה אֶתְכֶ֣ם בְּיַד־אֵ֑ל אֲשֶׁ֥ר עִםשַ֝־דַּ֗י לֹ֣א אֲכַחֵֽד׃

12 Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why `is' this -- ye are altogether vain?

12 הֵן־אַתֶּ֣ם כֻּלְּכֶ֣ם חֲזִיתֶ֑ם וְלָמָּה־זֶּ֝֗ה הֶ֣בֶל תֶּהְבָּֽלוּ׃

13 This `is' the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

13 זֶ֤ה׀ חֵֽלֶק־אָדָ֖ם רָשָׁ֥ע׀ עִם־אֵ֑ל וְֽנַחֲלַ֥ת עָ֝רִיצִ֗ים מִשַּׁדַּ֥י יִקָּֽחוּ׃

14 If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.

14 אִם־יִרְבּ֣וּ בָנָ֣יו לְמֹו־חָ֑רֶב וְ֝צֶאֱצָאָ֗יו לֹ֣א יִשְׂבְּעוּ־לָֽחֶם׃

15 His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

15 שְׂרִידֹו רִידָיו בַּמָּ֣וֶת יִקָּבֵ֑רוּ וְ֝אַלְמְנֹתָ֗יו לֹ֣א תִבְכֶּֽינָה׃

16 If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,

16 אִם־יִצְבֹּ֣ר כֶּעָפָ֣ר כָּ֑סֶף וְ֝כַחֹ֗מֶר יָכִ֥ין מַלְבּֽוּשׁ׃

17 He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth `it' on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

17 יָ֭כִין וְצַדִּ֣יק יִלְבָּ֑שׁ וְ֝כֶ֗סֶף נָקִ֥י יַחֲלֹֽק׃

18 He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

18 בָּנָ֣ה כָעָ֣שׁ בֵּיתֹ֑ו וּ֝כְסֻכָּ֗ה עָשָׂ֥ה נֹצֵֽר׃

19 Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

19 עָשִׁ֣יר יִ֭שְׁכַּב וְלֹ֣א יֵאָסֵ֑ף עֵינָ֖יו פָּקַ֣ח וְאֵינֶֽנּוּ׃

20 Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

20 תַּשִּׂיגֵ֣הוּ³ כַ֭מַּיִם בַּלָּהֹ֑ות לַ֝֗יְלָה גְּנָבַ֥תּוּ סוּפָֽה׃

21 Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

21 יִשָּׂאֵ֣הוּ קָדִ֣ים וְיֵלַ֑ךְ וִֽ֝ישָׂעֲרֵ֗הוּ מִמְּקֹמֹֽו׃

22 And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

22 וְיַשְׁלֵ֣ךְ עָ֭לָיו וְלֹ֣א יַחְמֹ֑ל מִ֝יָּדֹ֗ו בָּרֹ֥וחַ יִבְרָֽח׃

23 It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.

23 יִשְׂפֹּ֣ק עָלֵ֣ימֹו כַפֵּ֑ימֹו וְיִשְׁרֹ֥ק עָ֝לָ֗יו מִמְּקֹמֹֽו׃