איוב ל״ט
Job 39
Hebrew
הֲיָדַ֗עְתָּ עֵ֭ת לֶ֣דֶת יַעֲלֵי־סָ֑לַע חֹלֵ֖ל אַיָּל֣וֹת תִּשְׁמֹֽר׃ תִּסְפֹּ֣ר יְרָחִ֣ים תְּמַלֶּ֑אנָה וְ֝יָדַעְתָּ֗ עֵ֣ת לִדְתָּֽנָה׃ תִּ֭כְרַעְנָה יַלְדֵיהֶ֣ן תְּפַלַּ֑חְנָה חֶבְלֵיהֶ֥ם תְּשַׁלַּֽחְנָה׃ יַחְלְמ֣וּ בְ֭נֵיהֶם יִרְבּ֣וּ בַבָּ֑ר יָ֝צְא֗וּ וְלֹא־שָׁ֥בוּ לָֽמוֹ׃ מִי־שִׁלַּ֣ח פֶּ֣רֶא חׇפְשִׁ֑י וּמֹסְר֥וֹת עָ֝ר֗וֹד מִ֣י פִתֵּֽחַ׃ אֲשֶׁר־שַׂ֣מְתִּי עֲרָבָ֣ה בֵית֑וֹ וּֽמִשְׁכְּנוֹתָ֥יו מְלֵחָֽה׃ יִ֭שְׂחַק לַהֲמ֣וֹן קִרְיָ֑ה תְּשֻׁא֥וֹת נֹ֝גֵ֗שׂ לֹ֣א יִשְׁמָֽע׃ יְת֣וּר הָרִ֣ים מִרְעֵ֑הוּ וְאַחַ֖ר כׇּל־יָר֣וֹק יִדְרֽוֹשׁ׃ הֲיֹ֣אבֶה רֵּ֣ים עׇבְדֶ֑ךָ אִם־יָ֝לִ֗ין עַל־אֲבוּסֶֽךָ׃ הֲֽתִקְשׇׁר־רֵ֭ים בְּתֶ֣לֶם עֲבֹת֑וֹ אִם־יְשַׂדֵּ֖ד עֲמָקִ֣ים אַחֲרֶֽיךָ׃ הֲֽתִבְטַח־בּ֭וֹ כִּֽי־רַ֣ב כֹּח֑וֹ וְתַעֲזֹ֖ב אֵלָ֣יו יְגִיעֶֽךָ׃ הֲתַאֲמִ֣ין בּ֭וֹ כִּֽי־[יָשִׁ֣יב] (ישוב) זַרְעֶ֑ךָ וְֽגׇרְנְךָ֥ יֶאֱסֹֽף׃ כְּנַף־רְנָנִ֥ים נֶעֱלָ֑סָה אִם־אֶ֝בְרָ֗ה חֲסִידָ֥ה וְנֹצָֽה׃ כִּי־תַעֲזֹ֣ב לָאָ֣רֶץ בֵּצֶ֑יהָ וְֽעַל־עָפָ֥ר תְּחַמֵּֽם׃ וַ֭תִּשְׁכַּח כִּי־רֶ֣גֶל תְּזוּרֶ֑הָ וְחַיַּ֖ת הַשָּׂדֶ֣ה תְדוּשֶֽׁהָ׃ הִקְשִׁ֣יחַ בָּנֶ֣יהָ לְּלֹא־לָ֑הּ לְרִ֖יק יְגִיעָ֣הּ בְּלִי־פָֽחַד׃ כִּי־הִשָּׁ֣הּ אֱל֣וֹהַּ חׇכְמָ֑ה וְלֹא־חָ֥לַק לָ֝֗הּ בַּבִּינָֽה׃ כָּ֭עֵת בַּמָּר֣וֹם תַּמְרִ֑יא תִּֽשְׂחַ֥ק לַ֝סּ֗וּס וּלְרֹכְבֽוֹ׃ {פ}
הֲתִתֵּ֣ן לַסּ֣וּס גְּבוּרָ֑ה הֲתַלְבִּ֖ישׁ צַוָּאר֣וֹ רַעְמָֽה׃ הֲֽ֭תַרְעִישֶׁנּוּ כָּאַרְבֶּ֑ה ה֖וֹד נַחְר֣וֹ אֵימָֽה׃ יַחְפְּר֣וּ בָ֭עֵמֶק וְיָשִׂ֣ישׂ בְּכֹ֑חַ יֵ֝צֵ֗א לִקְרַאת־נָֽשֶׁק׃ יִשְׂחַ֣ק לְ֭פַחַד וְלֹ֣א יֵחָ֑ת וְלֹא־יָ֝שׁ֗וּב מִפְּנֵי־חָֽרֶב׃ עָ֭לָיו תִּרְנֶ֣ה אַשְׁפָּ֑ה לַ֖הַב חֲנִ֣ית וְכִידֽוֹן׃ בְּרַ֣עַשׁ וְ֭רֹגֶז יְגַמֶּא־אָ֑רֶץ וְלֹא־יַ֝אֲמִ֗ין כִּי־ק֥וֹל שׁוֹפָֽר׃ בְּדֵ֤י שֹׁפָ֨ר ׀ יֹ֘אמַ֤ר הֶאָ֗ח וּֽ֭מֵרָחוֹק יָרִ֣יחַ מִלְחָמָ֑ה רַ֥עַם שָׂ֝רִ֗ים וּתְרוּעָֽה׃ הֲֽ֭מִבִּינָ֣תְךָ יַאֲבֶר־נֵ֑ץ יִפְרֹ֖שׂ כְּנָפָ֣ו לְתֵימָֽן׃ אִם־עַל־פִּ֭יךָ יַגְבִּ֣יהַּ נָ֑שֶׁר וְ֝כִ֗י יָרִ֥ים קִנּֽוֹ׃ סֶ֣לַע יִ֭שְׁכֹּן וְיִתְלֹנָ֑ן עַ֥ל שֶׁן־סֶ֝֗לַע וּמְצוּדָֽה׃ מִשָּׁ֥ם חָֽפַר־אֹ֑כֶל לְ֝מֵרָח֗וֹק עֵינָ֥יו יַבִּֽיטוּ׃ וְאֶפְרֹחָ֥ו יְעַלְעוּ־דָ֑ם וּבַאֲשֶׁ֥ר חֲ֝לָלִ֗ים שָׁ֣ם הֽוּא׃ {פ}
הֲתִתֵּ֣ן לַסּ֣וּס גְּבוּרָ֑ה הֲתַלְבִּ֖ישׁ צַוָּאר֣וֹ רַעְמָֽה׃ הֲֽ֭תַרְעִישֶׁנּוּ כָּאַרְבֶּ֑ה ה֖וֹד נַחְר֣וֹ אֵימָֽה׃ יַחְפְּר֣וּ בָ֭עֵמֶק וְיָשִׂ֣ישׂ בְּכֹ֑חַ יֵ֝צֵ֗א לִקְרַאת־נָֽשֶׁק׃ יִשְׂחַ֣ק לְ֭פַחַד וְלֹ֣א יֵחָ֑ת וְלֹא־יָ֝שׁ֗וּב מִפְּנֵי־חָֽרֶב׃ עָ֭לָיו תִּרְנֶ֣ה אַשְׁפָּ֑ה לַ֖הַב חֲנִ֣ית וְכִידֽוֹן׃ בְּרַ֣עַשׁ וְ֭רֹגֶז יְגַמֶּא־אָ֑רֶץ וְלֹא־יַ֝אֲמִ֗ין כִּי־ק֥וֹל שׁוֹפָֽר׃ בְּדֵ֤י שֹׁפָ֨ר ׀ יֹ֘אמַ֤ר הֶאָ֗ח וּֽ֭מֵרָחוֹק יָרִ֣יחַ מִלְחָמָ֑ה רַ֥עַם שָׂ֝רִ֗ים וּתְרוּעָֽה׃ הֲֽ֭מִבִּינָ֣תְךָ יַאֲבֶר־נֵ֑ץ יִפְרֹ֖שׂ כְּנָפָ֣ו לְתֵימָֽן׃ אִם־עַל־פִּ֭יךָ יַגְבִּ֣יהַּ נָ֑שֶׁר וְ֝כִ֗י יָרִ֥ים קִנּֽוֹ׃ סֶ֣לַע יִ֭שְׁכֹּן וְיִתְלֹנָ֑ן עַ֥ל שֶׁן־סֶ֝֗לַע וּמְצוּדָֽה׃ מִשָּׁ֥ם חָֽפַר־אֹ֑כֶל לְ֝מֵרָח֗וֹק עֵינָ֥יו יַבִּֽיטוּ׃ וְאֶפְרֹחָ֥ו יְעַלְעוּ־דָ֑ם וּבַאֲשֶׁ֥ר חֲ֝לָלִ֗ים שָׁ֣ם הֽוּא׃ {פ}
English Translation
Do you know the season when the mountain goats give birth?
Can you mark the time when the hinds calve? Can you count the months they must complete?
Do you know the season they give birth, When they couch to bring forth their offspring,
To deliver their young? Their young are healthy; they grow up in the open;
They leave and return no more. Who sets the wild ass free?
Who loosens the bonds of the onager, Whose home I have made the wilderness,
The salt land its dwelling-place? It scoffs at the tumult of the city,
Does not hear the shouts of the driver. It roams the hills for its pasture;
It searches for any green thing. Would the wild ox agree to serve you?
Would it spend the night at your crib? Can you hold the wild ox by ropes to the furrow?
Would it plow up the valleys behind you? Would you rely on its great strength
And leave your toil to it? Would you trust the oxathe ox Heb. “it.” to bring in the seed
And gather it in from your threshing floor? The wing of the ostrich beats joyously;
Are its pinions and plumage like the stork’s? It leaves its eggs on the ground,
Letting them warm in the dirt, Forgetting they may be crushed underfoot,
Or trampled by a wild beast. Its young are cruelly abandoned as if they were not its own;
Its labor is in vain for lack of concern. For God deprived it of wisdom,
Gave it no share of understanding, Else it would soar on high,
Scoffing at the horse and its rider. Do you give the horse its strength?
Do you clothe its neck with a mane? Do you make it quiver like locusts,
Its majestic snorting [spreading] terror? ItbIt Heb. “They….” paws with force, it runs with vigor,
Charging into battle. It scoffs at fear; it cannot be frightened;
It does not recoil from the sword. A quiverful of arrows whizzes by it,
And the flashing spear and the javelin. Trembling with excitement, it swallowscswallows Or “digs up.” the land;
It does not turn aside at the blast of the trumpet. As the trumpet sounds, it says, “Aha!”
From afar it smells the battle,
The roaring and shouting of the officers. Is it by your wisdom that the hawk grows pinions,
Spreads its wings to the south? Does the eagle soar at your command,
Building its nest high, Dwelling in the rock,
Lodging upon the fastness of a jutting rock? From there it spies out its food;
From afar its eyes see it. Its young gulp blood;
Where the slain are, there it is.
Can you mark the time when the hinds calve? Can you count the months they must complete?
Do you know the season they give birth, When they couch to bring forth their offspring,
To deliver their young? Their young are healthy; they grow up in the open;
They leave and return no more. Who sets the wild ass free?
Who loosens the bonds of the onager, Whose home I have made the wilderness,
The salt land its dwelling-place? It scoffs at the tumult of the city,
Does not hear the shouts of the driver. It roams the hills for its pasture;
It searches for any green thing. Would the wild ox agree to serve you?
Would it spend the night at your crib? Can you hold the wild ox by ropes to the furrow?
Would it plow up the valleys behind you? Would you rely on its great strength
And leave your toil to it? Would you trust the oxathe ox Heb. “it.” to bring in the seed
And gather it in from your threshing floor? The wing of the ostrich beats joyously;
Are its pinions and plumage like the stork’s? It leaves its eggs on the ground,
Letting them warm in the dirt, Forgetting they may be crushed underfoot,
Or trampled by a wild beast. Its young are cruelly abandoned as if they were not its own;
Its labor is in vain for lack of concern. For God deprived it of wisdom,
Gave it no share of understanding, Else it would soar on high,
Scoffing at the horse and its rider. Do you give the horse its strength?
Do you clothe its neck with a mane? Do you make it quiver like locusts,
Its majestic snorting [spreading] terror? ItbIt Heb. “They….” paws with force, it runs with vigor,
Charging into battle. It scoffs at fear; it cannot be frightened;
It does not recoil from the sword. A quiverful of arrows whizzes by it,
And the flashing spear and the javelin. Trembling with excitement, it swallowscswallows Or “digs up.” the land;
It does not turn aside at the blast of the trumpet. As the trumpet sounds, it says, “Aha!”
From afar it smells the battle,
The roaring and shouting of the officers. Is it by your wisdom that the hawk grows pinions,
Spreads its wings to the south? Does the eagle soar at your command,
Building its nest high, Dwelling in the rock,
Lodging upon the fastness of a jutting rock? From there it spies out its food;
From afar its eyes see it. Its young gulp blood;
Where the slain are, there it is.
About This Text
Source
Job
Category
Tanach
Reference
Job 39
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