Shir ha-Shirim (שיר השירים ) - Cantico dei Cantici 27

STUTTGARTENSIA-DELITZSCH	NEW JERUSALEM
1 וַיֹּסֶף אִיֹּוב שְׂאֵת מְשָׁלֹו וַיֹּאמַר	1 And Job continued his solemn discourse. He said:
2 חַי־אֵל הֵסִיר מִשְׁפָּטִי וְשַׁדַּי הֵמַר נַפְשִׁי	2 I swear by the living God who denies me justice, by Shaddai who has fil ed me with bitterness,
3 כִּי־כָל־עֹוד נִשְׁמָתִי בִי וְרוּחַ אֱלֹוהַּ בְּאַפִּי	3 that as long as a shred of life is left in me, and the breath of God breathes in my nostrils,
4 אִם־תְּדַבֵּרְנָה שְׂפָתַי עַוְלָה וּלְשֹׁונִי אִם־יֶהְגֶּה רְמִיָּה	4 my lips wil never speak evil nor my tongue utter any lie.
5 חָלִילָה לִּי אִם־אַצְדִּיק אֶתְכֶם עַד־אֶגְוָע לֹא־אָסִיר תֻּמָּתִי מִמֶּנִּי	5 Far from admitting you to be in the right, I shal maintain my integrity to my dying day.
6 בְּצִדְקָתִי הֶחֱזַקְתִּי וְלֹא אַרְפֶּהָ לֹא־יֶחֱרַף לְבָבִי מִיָּמָי	6 I take my stand on my uprightness, I shal not stir: in my heart I need not be ashamed of my days.
7 יְהִי כְרָשָׁע אֹיְבִי וּמִתְקֹומְמִי כְעַוָּל	7 Let my enemy meet the fate of the wicked, my adversary, the lot of the evil-doer!
8 כִּי מַה־תִּקְוַת חָנֵף כִּי יִבְצָע כִּי יֵשֶׁל אֱלֹוהַּ נַפְשֹׁו	8 For what hope does the godless have when he prays and raises his soul to God?
9 הַצַעֲקָתֹו יִשְׁמַע ׀ אֵל כִּי־תָבֹוא עָלָיו צָרָה	9 Is God likely to hear his cries when disaster descends on him?
10 אִם־עַל־שַׁדַּי יִתְעַנָּג יִקְרָא אֱלֹוהַּ בְּכָל־עֵת	10 Did he make Shaddai al his delight, calling on him at every turn?
11 אֹורֶה אֶתְכֶם בְּיַד־אֵל אֲשֶׁר עִםשַׁ־דַּי לֹא אֲכַחֵד	11 But I am showing you the way that God works, making no secret of Shaddai's designs.
12 הֵן־אַתֶּם כֻּלְּכֶם חֲזִיתֶם וְלָמָּה־זֶּה הֶבֶל תֶּהְבָּלוּ	12 And if you had al understood them for yourselves, you would not have wasted your breath in emptywords.
13 זֶה ׀ חֵלֶק־אָדָם רָשָׁע ׀ עִם־אֵל וְנַחֲלַת עָרִיצִים מִשַּׁדַּי יִקָּחוּ	13 This is the fate that God assigns to the wicked, the inheritance that the violent receive from Shaddai.
14 אִם־יִרְבּוּ בָנָיו לְמֹו־חָרֶב וְצֶאֱצָאָיו לֹא יִשְׂבְּעוּ־לָחֶם	14 Though he have many children, it is but for the sword; his descendants will never have enough to eat.
15 [שְׂרִידֹו כ] (רִידָיו ק) בַּמָּוֶת יִקָּבֵרוּ וְאַלְמְנֹתָיו לֹא תִבְכֶּינָה	15 Plague will bury those he leaves behind him, and their widows wil have no chance to mourn them.
16 אִם־יִצְבֹּר כֶּעָפָר כָּסֶף וְכַחֹמֶר יָכִין מַלְבּוּשׁ	16 Though he amass silver like dust and gather fine clothes like clay,
17 יָכִין וְצַדִּיק יִלְבָּשׁ וְכֶסֶף נָקִי יַחֲלֹק	17 let him gather!-some good man wil wear them, while his silver is shared among the upright.
18 בָּנָה כָעָשׁ בֵּיתֹו וּכְסֻכָּה עָשָׂה נֹצֵר	18 All he has built himself is a spider's web, made himself a watchman's shack.
19 עָשִׁיר יִשְׁכַּב וְלֹא יֵאָסֵף עֵינָיו פָּקַח וְאֵינֶנּוּ	19 He goes to bed rich, but never again: he wakes to find it has al gone. As drought and heat makesnow disappear, so does Sheol anyone who has sinned.
20 תַּשִּׂיגֵהוּ כַמַּיִם בַּלָּהֹות לַיְלָה גְּנָבַתּוּ סוּפָה	20 Terror assails him in broad daylight, and at night a whirlwind sweeps him off. The womb that shapedhim forgets him and his name is recal ed no longer. Thus wickedness is blasted as a tree is struck.
21 יִשָּׂאֵהוּ קָדִים וְיֵלַךְ וִישָׂעֲרֵהוּ מִמְּקֹמֹו	21 An east wind picks him up and drags him away, snatching him up from his homestead. He used to il -treat the childless woman and show no kindness to the widow.
22 וְיַשְׁלֵךְ עָלָיו וְלֹא יַחְמֹל מִיָּדֹו בָּרֹוחַ יִבְרָח	22 Pitilessly he is turned into a target, and forced to flee from the hands that menace him. But he wholays mighty hold on tyrants rises up to take away a life that seemed secure.
23 יִשְׂפֹּק עָלֵימֹו כַפֵּימֹו וְיִשְׁרֹק עָלָיו מִמְּקֹמֹו	23 His downfall is greeted with applause, he is hissed wherever he goes. He is no more than a strawfloating on the water, his estate is accursed throughout the land, nobody goes near his vineyard. He let him buildhis hopes on false security, but kept his eyes on every step he took.
	24 He had his time of glory, now he vanishes, wilting like the saltwort once it is picked, and withering likean ear of corn.