נָֽקְטָ֥ה נַפְשִׁ֗י בְּחַ֫יָּ֥י אֶעֶזְבָ֣ה עָלַ֣י שִׂיחִ֑י אֲ֝דַבְּרָ֗ה בְּמַ֣ר נַפְשִֽׁי׃
I am disgusted with life;
I will give rein to my complaint,
Speak in the bitterness of my soul.
אֹמַ֣ר אֶל־אֱ֭לוֹהַּ אַל־תַּרְשִׁיעֵ֑נִי ה֝וֹדִיעֵ֗נִי עַ֣ל מַה־תְּרִיבֵֽנִי׃
I say to God, “Do not condemn me;
Let me know what You charge me with.
הֲט֤וֹב לְךָ֨ ׀ כִּֽי־תַעֲשֹׁ֗ק כִּֽי־תִ֭מְאַס יְגִ֣יעַ כַּפֶּ֑יךָ וְעַל־עֲצַ֖ת רְשָׁעִ֣ים הוֹפָֽעְתָּ׃
Does it benefit You to defraud,
To despise the toil of Your hands,
While smiling on the counsel of the wicked?
הַעֵינֵ֣י בָשָׂ֣ר לָ֑ךְ אִם־כִּרְא֖וֹת אֱנ֣וֹשׁ תִּרְאֶֽה׃
Do You have the eyes of flesh?
Is Your vision that of a mere mortal?
הֲכִימֵ֣י אֱנ֣וֹשׁ יָמֶ֑יךָ אִם־שְׁ֝נוֹתֶ֗יךָ כִּ֣ימֵי גָֽבֶר׃
Are Your days the days of a mortal,
Are Your years the years of a person,
כִּֽי־תְבַקֵּ֥שׁ לַעֲוֺנִ֑י וּֽלְחַטָּאתִ֥י תִדְרֽוֹשׁ׃
That You seek my iniquity
And search out my sin?
עַֽל־דַּ֭עְתְּךָ כִּֽי־לֹ֣א אֶרְשָׁ֑ע וְאֵ֖ין מִיָּדְךָ֣ מַצִּֽיל׃
You know that I am not guilty,
And that there is none to deliver from Your hand.
יָדֶ֣יךָ עִ֭צְּבוּנִי וַֽיַּעֲשׂ֑וּנִי יַ֥חַד סָ֝בִ֗יב וַֽתְּבַלְּעֵֽנִי׃
“Your hands shaped and fashioned me,
Then destroyed every part of me.
זְכׇר־נָ֭א כִּי־כַחֹ֣מֶר עֲשִׂיתָ֑נִי וְֽאֶל־עָפָ֥ר תְּשִׁיבֵֽנִי׃
Consider that You fashioned me like clay;
Will You then turn me back into dust?
הֲלֹ֣א כֶ֭חָלָב תַּתִּיכֵ֑נִי וְ֝כַגְּבִנָּ֗ה תַּקְפִּיאֵֽנִי׃
You poured me out like milk,
Congealed me like cheese;
ע֣וֹר וּ֭בָשָׂר תַּלְבִּישֵׁ֑נִי וּֽבַעֲצָמ֥וֹת וְ֝גִידִ֗ים תְּשֹׂכְכֵֽנִי׃
You clothed me with skin and flesh
And wove me of bones and sinews;
חַיִּ֣ים וָ֭חֶסֶד עָשִׂ֣יתָ עִמָּדִ֑י וּ֝פְקֻדָּתְךָ֗ שָֽׁמְרָ֥ה רוּחִֽי׃
You bestowed on me life and care;
Your providence watched over my spirit.
וְ֭אֵלֶּה צָפַ֣נְתָּ בִלְבָבֶ֑ךָ יָ֝דַ֗עְתִּי כִּי־זֹ֥את עִמָּֽךְ׃
Yet these things You hid in Your heart;
I know that You had this in mind:
אִם־חָטָ֥אתִי וּשְׁמַרְתָּ֑נִי וּ֝מֵעֲוֺנִ֗י לֹ֣א תְנַקֵּֽנִי׃
To watch me when I sinned
And not clear me of my iniquity;
אִם־רָשַׁ֡עְתִּי אַלְלַ֬י לִ֗י וְ֭צָדַקְתִּי לֹא־אֶשָּׂ֣א רֹאשִׁ֑י שְׂבַ֥ע קָ֝ל֗וֹן וּרְאֵ֥ה עׇנְיִֽי׃
Should I be guilty—the worse for me!
And even when innocent, I cannot lift my head;
So sated am I with shame,
And drenched in my misery.
וְ֭יִגְאֶה כַּשַּׁ֣חַל תְּצוּדֵ֑נִי וְ֝תָשֹׁ֗ב תִּתְפַּלָּא־בִֽי׃
It is something to be proud of to hunt me like a lion,
To show Yourself wondrous through. me time and again!
תְּחַדֵּ֬שׁ עֵדֶ֨יךָ ׀ נֶגְדִּ֗י וְתֶ֣רֶב כַּ֭עַשְׂךָ עִמָּדִ֑י חֲלִיפ֖וֹת וְצָבָ֣א עִמִּֽי׃
You keep sending fresh witnesses against me,
Letting Your vexation with me grow.
I serve my term and am my own replacement.
וְלָ֣מָּה מֵ֭רֶחֶם הֹצֵאתָ֑נִי אֶ֝גְוַ֗ע וְעַ֣יִן לֹֽא־תִרְאֵֽנִי׃
“Why did You let me come out of the womb?
Better had I expired before any eye saw me,
כַּאֲשֶׁ֣ר לֹא־הָיִ֣יתִי אֶהְיֶ֑ה מִ֝בֶּ֗טֶן לַקֶּ֥בֶר אוּבָֽל׃
Had I been as though I never was,
Had I been carried from the womb to the grave.
הֲלֹֽא־מְעַ֣ט יָמַ֣י (יחדל) [וַחֲדָ֑ל] (ישית) [וְשִׁ֥ית] מִ֝מֶּ֗נִּי וְאַבְלִ֥יגָה מְּעָֽט׃
My days are few, so desist!
Leave me alone, let me be diverted awhile
בְּטֶ֣רֶם אֵ֭לֵךְ וְלֹ֣א אָשׁ֑וּב אֶל־אֶ֖רֶץ חֹ֣שֶׁךְ וְצַלְמָֽוֶת׃
Before I depart—never to return—
For the land of deepest gloom;
אֶ֤רֶץ עֵפָ֨תָה ׀ כְּמ֥וֹ אֹ֗פֶל צַ֭לְמָוֶת וְלֹ֥א סְדָרִ֗ים וַתֹּ֥פַע כְּמוֹ־אֹֽפֶל׃ {פ}
A land whose light is darkness,
All gloom and disarray,
Whose light is like darkness.”