1 וַיַּעַן אִיֹּוב וַיֹּאמַר | 1 Then Job spoke again and said: |
2 מֶה־עָזַרְתָּ לְלֹא־כֹחַ הֹושַׁעְתָּ זְרֹועַ לֹא־עֹז | 2 What help you give to the powerless, what strength to the feeble arm! |
3 מַה־יָּעַצְתָּ לְלֹא חָכְמָה וְתוּשִׁיָּה לָרֹב הֹודָעְתָּ | 3 How you counsel, as though he had no wisdom; how profuse is the advice you offer! |
4 אֶת־מִי הִגַּדְתָּ מִלִּין וְנִשְׁמַת־מִי יָצְאָה מִמֶּךָּ | 4 With whose help have you uttered those words, and whose is the breath that comes forth from you? |
5 הָרְפָאִים יְחֹולָלוּ מִתַּחַת מַיִם וְשֹׁכְנֵיהֶם | 5 The shades beneath writhe in terror, the waters, and their inhabitants. |
6 עָרֹום שְׁאֹול נֶגְדֹּו וְאֵין כְּסוּת לָאֲבַדֹּון | 6 Naked before him is the nether world, and Abaddon has no covering. |
7 נֹטֶה צָפֹון עַל־תֹּהוּ תֹּלֶה אֶרֶץ עַל־בְּלִי־מָה | 7 He stretches out the North over empty space, and suspends the earth over nothing at all; |
8 צֹרֵר־מַיִם בְּעָבָיו וְלֹא־נִבְקַע עָנָן תַּחְתָּם | 8 He binds up the waters in his clouds, yet the cloud is not rent by their weight; |
9 מְאַחֵז פְּנֵי־כִסֵּה פַּרְשֵׁז עָלָיו עֲנָנֹו | 9 He holds back the appearance of the full moon by spreading his clouds before it. |
10 חֹק־חָג עַל־פְּנֵי־מָיִם עַד־תַּכְלִית אֹור עִם־חֹשֶׁךְ | 10 He has marked out a circle on the surface of the deep as the boundary of light and darkness. |
11 עַמּוּדֵי שָׁמַיִם יְרֹופָפוּ וְיִתְמְהוּ מִגַּעֲרָתֹו | 11 The pillars of the heavens tremble and are stunned at his thunderous rebuke; |
12 בְּכֹחֹו רָגַע הַיָּם [וּבִתוּבְנָתֹו כ] (וּבִתְבוּנָתֹו ק) מָחַץ רָהַב | 12 By his power he stirs up the sea, and by his might he crushes Rahab; |
13 בְּרוּחֹו שָׁמַיִם שִׁפְרָה חֹלֲלָה יָדֹו נָחָשׁ בָּרִיחַ | 13 With his angry breath he scatters the waters, and he hurls the lightning against them relentlessly; His hand pierces the fugitive dragon as from his hand it strives to flee. |
14 הֶן־אֵלֶּה ׀ קְצֹות [דַּרְכֹּו כ] (דְּרָכָיו ק) וּמַה־שֵּׁמֶץ דָּבָר נִשְׁמַע־בֹּו וְרַעַם [גְּבוּרָתֹו כ] (גְּבוּרֹותָיו ק) מִי יִתְבֹּונָן׃ ס | 14 Lo, these are but the outlines of his ways, and how faint is the word we hear! |