Job 17

rukhi khubbalah yamay nizakhu qevarim li

My spirit is crushed, my days run out; The graveyard waits for me.

im-lo hatulim immadi uvehammerotam talan eni

Surely mockers keep me company, And with their provocations I close my eyes.

simah-nna orveni immakh mi hu leyadi yittaqea

Come now, stand surety for me! Who will give a hand in my behalf?

ki-libbam tsafanta missakhel al-ken lo teromem

You have hidden understanding from their minds; Therefore You must not exalt [them].

lekheleq yaggid re'im ve'ene vanayw tikhlenah

One informs on friends for a share [of their property], And the eyes of one’s children pine away.

vehitsigani limshol ammim vetofet lefanim ehyeh

[God] made me a byword among people; I have become like Topheth of old.

vattekhah mikka'as eni vitsuray katsel kullam

My eyes fail from vexation; All shapes seem to me like shadows.

yashommu yesharim al-zot venaqi al-khanef yitorar

The upright are amazed at this; The pure are aroused against the impious.

veyokhez tsaddiq darko utehor-yadayim yosif omets

The righteous hold to their way; They whose hands are pure grow stronger.

ve'ulam kullam tashuvu uvo'u na velo-emtsa vakhem khakham

But all of you, come back now; I shall not find anyone wise among you.

yamay averu zimmotay nittequ morashe levavi

My days are done, my tendons severed, The strings of my heart.

laylah leyom yasimu or qarov mippene-khoshekh

They say that night is day, That light is here—in the face of darkness.

im-aqavveh she'ol beti bakhoshekh rippadti yetsu'ay

If I must look forward to Sheol as my home, And make my bed in the dark place,

lashakhat qarati avi attah immi va'akhoti larimmah

Say to the Pit, “You are my father,” To the maggots, “Mother,” “Sister”—

ve'ayyeh efo tiqvati vetiqvati mi yeshurennah

Where, then, is my hope? Who can see hope for me?

badde she'ol teradnah im-yakhad al-afar nakhat

Will it descend to Sheol? Shall we go down together to the dust?