Job 7
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| Catholic Public Domain Bible | תנ"ך - מקרא על פי המסורה |
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| 1 The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand. | 1 הֲלֹא־צָבָא לֶאֱנֹושׁ [עַל־ כ] (עֲלֵי־אָרֶץ ק) וְכִימֵי שָׂכִיר יָמָיו |
| 2 Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work, | 2 כְּעֶבֶד יִשְׁאַף־צֵל וּכְשָׂכִיר יְקַוֶּה פָעֳלֹו |
| 3 so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights. | 3 כֵּן הָנְחַלְתִּי לִי יַרְחֵי־שָׁוְא וְלֵילֹות עָמָל מִנּוּ־לִי |
| 4 If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness. | 4 אִם־שָׁכַבְתִּי וְאָמַרְתִּי מָתַי אָקוּם וּמִדַּד־עָרֶב וְשָׂבַעְתִּי נְדֻדִים עֲדֵי־נָשֶׁף |
| 5 My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened. | 5 לָבַשׁ בְּשָׂרִי רִמָּה [וְגִישׁ כ] (וְגוּשׁ ק) עָפָר עֹורִי רָגַע וַיִּמָּאֵס |
| 6 My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope. | 6 יָמַי קַלּוּ מִנִּי־אָרֶג וַיִּכְלוּ בְּאֶפֶס תִּקְוָה |
| 7 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things. | 7 זְכֹר כִּי־רוּחַ חַיָּי לֹא־תָשׁוּב עֵינִי לִרְאֹות טֹוב |
| 8 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure. | 8 לֹא־תְשׁוּרֵנִי עֵין רֹאִי עֵינֶיךָ בִּי וְאֵינֶנִּי |
| 9 Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend. | 9 כָּלָה עָנָן וַיֵּלַךְ כֵּן יֹורֵד אֹול לֹא יַעֲלֶה |
| 10 He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer. | 10 לֹא־יָשׁוּב עֹוד לְבֵיתֹו וְלֹא־יַכִּירֶנּוּ עֹוד מְקֹמֹו |
| 11 And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul. | 11 גַּם־אֲנִי לֹא אֶחֱשָׂךְ פִּי אֲדַבְּרָה בְּצַר רוּחִי אָשִׂיחָה בְּמַר נַפְשִׁי |
| 12 Am I an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a prison? | 12 הֲיָם־אָנִי אִם־תַּנִּין כִּי־תָשִׂים עָלַי מִשְׁמָר |
| 13 If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,” | 13 כִּי־אָמַרְתִּי תְּנַחֲמֵנִי עַרְשִׂי יִשָּׂא בְשִׂיחִי מִשְׁכָּבִי |
| 14 then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions, | 14 וְחִתַּתַּנִי בַחֲלֹמֹות וּמֵחֶזְיֹנֹות תְּבַעֲתַנִּי |
| 15 so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death. | 15 וַתִּבְחַר מַחֲנָק נַפְשִׁי מָוֶת מֵעַצְמֹותָי |
| 16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing. | 16 מָאַסְתִּי לֹא־לְעֹלָם אֶחְיֶה חֲדַל מִמֶּנִּי כִּי־הֶבֶל יָמָי |
| 17 What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him? | 17 מָה־אֱנֹושׁ כִּי תְגַדְּלֶנּוּ וְכִי־תָשִׁית אֵלָיו לִבֶּךָ |
| 18 You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly. | 18 וַתִּפְקְדֶנּוּ לִבְקָרִים לִרְגָעִים תִּבְחָנֶנּוּ |
| 19 How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva? | 19 כַּמָּה לֹא־תִשְׁעֶה מִמֶּנִּי לֹא־תַרְפֵּנִי עַד־בִּלְעִי רֻקִּי |
| 20 I have sinned; what should I do for you, O keeper of men? Why have you set me against you, so that I have become burdensome even to myself? | 20 חָטָאתִי מָה אֶפְעַל ׀ לָךְ נֹצֵר הָאָדָם לָמָה שַׂמְתַּנִי לְמִפְגָּע לָךְ וָאֶהְיֶה עָלַי לְמַשָּׂא |
| 21 Why do you not steal away my sin, and why do you not sweep away my iniquity? Behold, now I will sleep in the dust, and if you seek me in the morning, I will not remain. | 21 וּמֶה ׀ לֹא־תִשָּׂא פִשְׁעִי וְתַעֲבִיר אֶת־עֲוֹנִי כִּי־עַתָּה לֶעָפָר אֶשְׁכָּב וְשִׁחֲרְתַּנִי וְאֵינֶנִּי׃ פ |