Job 27

vayyosef iyyov se'et meshalo vayyomar

Job again took up his theme and said:

khay-el hesir mishpati veshadday hemar nafshi

By God who has deprived me of justice! By Shaddai who has embittered my life!

ki-khol-od nishmati vi veruakh eloah be'appi

As long as there is life in me, And God’s breath is in my nostrils,

im-tedabberenah sefatay avlah uleshoni im-yehgeh remiyyah

My lips will speak no wrong, Nor my tongue utter deceit.

khalilah li im-atsdiq etkhem ad-egva lo-asir tummati mimmenni

Far be it from me to say you are right; Until I die I will maintain my integrity.

betsidqati hekhezaqti velo arpeha lo-yekheraf levavi miyyamay

I persist in my righteousness and will not yield; I shall be free of reproach as long as I live.

yehi kherasha oyevi umitqomemi khe'avval

May my enemy be as the wicked; My assailant, as the wrongdoer.

ki mah-ttiqvat khanef ki yivtsa ki yeshel eloah nafsho

For what hope has the impious man when he is cut down, When God takes away his life?

hatsa'aqato yishma el ki-tavo alayw tsarah

Will God hear his cry When trouble comes upon him,

im-al-shadday yitannag yiqra eloah bekhol-et

When he seeks the favor of Shaddai, Calls upon God at all times?

oreh etkhem beyad-el asher im-shadday lo akhakhed

I will teach you what is in God’s power, And what is with Shaddai I will not conceal.

hen-attem kullekhem khazitem velammah-zzeh hevel tehbalu

All of you have seen it, So why talk nonsense?

zeh kheleq-adam rasha im-el venakhalat aritsim mishadday yiqqakhu

This is the evil man’s portion from God, The lot that the ruthless receive from Shaddai:

im-yirbu vanayw lemo-kharev vetse'etsa'ayw lo yisbe'u-lakhem

Should he have many children—they are marked for the sword; His descendants will never have their fill of bread;

seridav bammavet yiqqaveru ve'almenotayw lo tivkenah

Those who survive him will be buried in a plague, And their widows will not weep;

im-yitsbor ke'afar kasef vekhakhomer yakhin malbush

Should he pile up silver like dust, Lay up clothing like dirt—

yakhin vetsaddiq yilbash vekhesef naqi yakhaloq

He may lay it up, but the righteous will wear it, And the innocent will share the silver.

banah kha'ash beto ukhesukkah asah notser

The house he built is like a bird’s nest, Like the booth a watchman makes.

ashir yishkav velo ye'asef enayw paqakh ve'enennu

He lies down, a rich man, with [his wealth] intact; When he opens his eyes it is gone.

tassigehu khammayim ballahot laylah genavattu sufah

Terror overtakes him like a flood; A storm wind makes off with him by night.

yissa'ehu qadim veyelakh visa'arehu mimmeqomo

The east wind carries him far away, and he is gone; It sweeps him from his place.

veyashlekh alayw velo yakhmol miyyado baroakh yivrakh

Then it hurls itself at him without mercy; He tries to escape from its force.

yispoq alemo khappemo veyishroq alayw mimmeqomo

It claps its hands at him, And whistles at him from its place.