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Job 41 · איוב

1

הֵן־תֹּחַלְתּ֥וֹ נִכְזָ֑בָה הֲגַ֖ם אֶל־מַרְאָ֣יו יֻטָֽל׃

Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?

2

לֹֽא־אַ֭כְזָר כִּ֣י יְעוּרֶ֑נּוּ וּמִ֥י ה֝֗וּא לְפָנַ֥י יִתְיַצָּֽב׃

None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?

3

מִ֣י הִ֭קְדִּימַנִי וַאֲשַׁלֵּ֑ם תַּ֖חַת כׇּל־הַשָּׁמַ֣יִם לִי־הֽוּא׃

Who has a claim on me from before, that I should repay him? whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.

4

(לא) [לוֹ־]אַחֲרִ֥ישׁ בַּדָּ֑יו וּדְבַר־גְּ֝בוּר֗וֹת וְחִ֣ין עֶרְכּֽוֹ׃

I will hold my peace at him; listen to his words, the report of his power, and his graceful speech.

5

מִֽי־גִ֭לָּה פְּנֵ֣י לְבוּשׁ֑וֹ בְּכֶ֥פֶל רִ֝סְנ֗וֹ מִ֣י יָבֽוֹא׃

Who can uncover the face of his garment? or who can come within his double bridle?

6

דַּלְתֵ֣י פָ֭נָיו מִ֣י פִתֵּ֑חַ סְבִיב֖וֹת שִׁנָּ֣יו אֵימָֽה׃

who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.

7

גַּ֭אֲוָה אֲפִיקֵ֣י מָגִנִּ֑ים סָ֝ג֗וּר חוֹתָ֥ם צָֽר׃

His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal:

8

אֶחָ֣ד בְּאֶחָ֣ד יִגַּ֑שׁוּ וְ֝ר֗וּחַ לֹא־יָבֹ֥א בֵינֵיהֶֽם׃

one is so near to another, that no air can come between them:

9

אִישׁ־בְּאָחִ֥יהוּ יְדֻבָּ֑קוּ יִ֝תְלַכְּד֗וּ וְלֹ֣א יִתְפָּרָֽדוּ׃

they are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered.

10

עֲֽ֭טִישֹׁתָיו תָּ֣הֶל א֑וֹר וְ֝עֵינָ֗יו כְּעַפְעַפֵּי־שָֽׁחַר׃

His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

11

מִ֭פִּיו לַפִּידִ֣ים יַהֲלֹ֑כוּ כִּיד֥וֹדֵי אֵ֝֗שׁ יִתְמַלָּֽטוּ׃

Out of his mouth go burning torches, and sparks of fire leap out.

12

מִ֭נְּחִירָיו יֵצֵ֣א עָשָׁ֑ן כְּד֖וּד נָפ֣וּחַ וְאַגְמֹֽן׃

Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a seething pot and burning rushes.

13

נַ֭פְשׁוֹ גֶּחָלִ֣ים תְּלַהֵ֑ט וְ֝לַ֗הַב מִפִּ֥יו יֵצֵֽא׃

His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.

14

בְּֽ֭צַוָּארוֹ יָלִ֣ין עֹ֑ז וּ֝לְפָנָ֗יו תָּד֥וּץ דְּאָבָֽה׃

In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.

15

מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂר֣וֹ דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗יו בַּל־יִמּֽוֹט׃

The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm upon him; they cannot be moved.

16

לִ֭בּוֹ יָצ֣וּק כְּמוֹ־אָ֑בֶן וְ֝יָצ֗וּק כְּפֶ֣לַח תַּחְתִּֽית׃

His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as the nether millstone.

17

מִ֭שֵּׂתוֹ יָג֣וּרוּ אֵלִ֑ים מִ֝שְּׁבָרִ֗ים יִתְחַטָּֽאוּ׃

When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid: by reason of the crashings they are beside themselves.

18

מַשִּׂיגֵ֣הוּ חֶ֭רֶב בְּלִ֣י תָק֑וּם חֲנִ֖ית מַסָּ֣ע וְשִׁרְיָֽה׃

Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail; nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.

19

יַחְשֹׁ֣ב לְתֶ֣בֶן בַּרְזֶ֑ל לְעֵ֖ץ רִקָּב֣וֹן נְחוּשָֽׁה׃

He esteems iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood:

20

לֹא־יַבְרִיחֶ֥נּוּ בֶן־קָ֑שֶׁת לְ֝קַ֗שׁ נֶהְפְּכוּ־ל֥וֹ אַבְנֵי־קָֽלַע׃

the arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble:

21

כְּ֭קַשׁ נֶחְשְׁב֣וּ תוֹתָ֑ח וְ֝יִשְׂחַ֗ק לְרַ֣עַשׁ כִּידֽוֹן׃

darts are counted as stubble; he laughs at the shaking of a spear.

22

תַּ֭חְתָּיו חַדּ֣וּדֵי חָ֑רֶשׂ יִרְפַּ֖ד חָר֣וּץ עֲלֵי־טִֽיט׃

His underparts are like sharp potsherds: he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

23

יַרְתִּ֣יחַ כַּסִּ֣יר מְצוּלָ֑ה יָ֝֗ם יָשִׂ֥ים כַּמֶּרְקָחָֽה׃

He makes the deep to boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a kettle.

24

אַ֭חֲרָיו יָאִ֣יר נָתִ֑יב יַחְשֹׁ֖ב תְּה֣וֹם לְשֵׂיבָֽה׃

After him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be hoary.

25

אֵֽין־עַל־עָפָ֥ר מׇשְׁל֑וֹ הֶ֝עָשׂ֗וּ לִבְלִי־חָֽת׃

Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

26

אֵֽת־כׇּל־גָּבֹ֥הַּ יִרְאֶ֑ה ה֝֗וּא מֶ֣לֶךְ עַל־כׇּל־בְּנֵי־שָֽׁחַץ׃ {פ}

He beholds all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.