Job 10

naqetah nafshi bekhayyay e'ezvah alay sikhi adabberah bemar nafshi

I am disgusted with life; I will give rein to my complaint, Speak in the bitterness of my soul.

omar el-eloah al-tarshi'eni hodi'eni al mah-tteriveni

I say to God, “Do not condemn me; Let me know what You charge me with.

hatov lekha ki-ta'ashoq ki-timas yegia kappekha ve'al-atsat resha'im hofa'eta

Does it benefit You to defraud, To despise the toil of Your hands, While smiling on the counsel of the wicked?

ha'ene vasar lakh im-kirot enosh tireh

Do You have the eyes of flesh? Is Your vision that of a mere mortal?

hakhime enosh yamekha im-shenotekha kime gaver

Are Your days the days of a mortal, Are Your years the years of a person,

ki-tevaqqesh la'avoni ulekhattati tidrosh

That You seek my iniquity And search out my sin?

al-datekha ki-lo ersha ve'en miyyadekha matsil

You know that I am not guilty, And that there is none to deliver from Your hand.

yadekha itsevuni vayya'asuni yakhad saviv vattevalle'eni

“Your hands shaped and fashioned me, Then destroyed every part of me.

zekhor-na ki-khakhomer asitani ve'el-afar teshiveni

Consider that You fashioned me like clay; Will You then turn me back into dust?

halo khekhalav tattikheni vekhaggevinnah taqpi'eni

You poured me out like milk, Congealed me like cheese;

or uvasar talbisheni uva'atsamot vegidim tesokhekheni

You clothed me with skin and flesh And wove me of bones and sinews;

khayyim vakhesed asita immadi ufequddatekha shamerah rukhi

You bestowed on me life and care; Your providence watched over my spirit.

ve'elleh tsafanta vilvavekha yadati ki-zot immakh

Yet these things You hid in Your heart; I know that You had this in mind:

im-khatati ushemartani ume'avoni lo tenaqqeni

To watch me when I sinned And not clear me of my iniquity;

im-rashati allay li vetsadaqti lo-essa roshi seva qalon ure'eh onyi

Should I be guilty—the worse for me! And even when innocent, I cannot lift my head; So sated am I with shame, And drenched in my misery.

veyigeh kashakhal tetsudeni vetashov titpalla-vi

It is something to be proud of to hunt me like a lion, To show Yourself wondrous through me time and again!

tekhaddesh edekha negdi veterev ka'askha immadi khalifot vetsava immi

You keep sending fresh witnesses against me, Letting Your vexation with me grow. I serve my term and am my own replacement.

velammah merekhem hotsetani egva ve'ayin lo-tireni

“Why did You let me come out of the womb? Better had I expired before any eye saw me,

ka'asher lo-hayiti ehyeh mibbeten laqqever uval

Had I been as though I never was, Had I been carried from the womb to the grave.

halo-me'at yamay (ykhdl) [vakhadal] (yshyt) [veshit] mimmenni ve'avligah me'at

My days are few, so desist! Leave me alone, let me be diverted awhile

beterem elekh velo ashuv el-erets khoshekh vetsalmavet

Before I depart—never to return— For the land of deepest gloom;

erets efatah kemo ofel tsalmavet velo sedarim vattofa kemo-ofel

A land whose light is darkness, All gloom and disarray, Whose light is like darkness.”