Woe toהוֹיthose at easeהַשַּׁאֲנַנִּיםin Zion,בְּצִיּוֹןand those who trustוְהַבֹּטְחִיםin the mountainבְּהַרof Samaria,שֹׁמְרוֹןthe notable menנְקֻבֵיof the firstרֵאשִׁיתof the nations,הַגּוֹיִםto whomלָהֶםthe houseבֵּיתof Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלcomes!וּבָאוּ
Cross overעִבְרוּto Calnehכַלְנֵהand see,וּרְאוּand goוּלְכוּfrom thereמִשָּׁםto Hamathחֲמַתthe great,רַבָּהand go downוּרְדוּto Gathגַתof the Philistines.פְּלִשְׁתּיםAre they betterהֲטוֹבִיםthanמִןtheseהָאֵלֶּהkingdoms?הַמַּמְלָכוֹתOrאִםis their territoryגְּבוּלָםgreaterרַבthan your territory?מִגְּבֻלְכֶם
Those who put far awayהַמְנַדִּיםthe evilרָעdayלְיוֹםand bring nearוַתַּגִּישׁוּןthe seatשֶׁבֶתof violence;חָמָס
those who lieהַשֹּׁכְבִיםonעַלbedsמִטּוֹתof ivory,שֵׁןand sprawlוּסְרֻחִיםonעַלtheir couches,עַרְשׂוֹתָםand eatוְאֹכְלִיםlambsכָּרִיםfrom the flock,מִצֹּאןand calvesוַעֲגָלִיםfrom the midstמִתּוֹךְof the stall;מַרְבֵּק
those who improviseהַפֹּרְטִיםtoעַל פִּיthe sound of the harp;הַנָּבֶלlike Davidכְּדָוִידthey deviseחָשְׁבוּfor themselvesלָהֶםinstrumentsכְּלֵיof song;שִׁיר
those who drinkהַשֹּׁתִיםfrom bowlsבְּמִזְרְקֵיof wine,יַיִןand anoint themselvesוְ יִמְשָׁחוּwith the finestרֵאשִׁיתoils,שְׁמָנִיםbut are notוְלֹאgrievedנֶחְלוּoverעַלthe ruinשֵׁבֶרof Joseph.יוֹסֵף
Thereforeלָכֵןnowעַתָּהthey will go into exileיִגְלוּat the headבְּרֹאשׁof the exiles,גֹּלִיםand the banquetוְ מִרְזַחof those who sprawlסְרוּחִיםwill pass away.סָר
AdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWHיְהוִהhas swornנִשְׁבַּעby his soul,בְּנַפְשׁוֹdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH,יְהוָהElohimאֱלֹהֵיTsevaot:צְבָאוֹתIאָנֹכִיabhorמְתָאֵבthe prideגְּאוֹןof Jacob,יַעֲקֹבand his citadelsוְאַרְמְנֹתָיוI hate;שָׂנֵאתִיand I will hand overוְהִסְגַּרְתִּיthe cityעִירand all that fills it.וּמְלֹאָהּ
And it will happenוְהָיָהthat ifאִםtenעֲשָׂרָהmenאֲנָשִׁיםremainיִוָּתְרוּin oneבְּ אֶחָדhouse,בַיִתthey will die.וָמֵתוּ
And his relativeוּ דּוֹדוֹand the one who burns himוּמְסָרְפוֹwill pick him upנְשָׂאוֹto bring outלְהוֹצִיאthe bonesעֲצָמִיםfromמִןthe house,הַבַּיִתand he will sayוְאָמַרto the one whoלַאֲשֶׁרis in the innermost partsבְּיַרְכְּתֵיof the house,הַבַּיִת“Is there still anyoneהַעוֹדwith you?”עִמָּךְAnd he will say,וְאָמַר“No one.”אָפֶסAnd he will say,וְאָמַר“Hush!הָסForכִּיwe must notלֹאmentionלְהַזְכִּירthe nameבְּשֵׁםof YHWH.”יְהוָה
Forכִּיlook,הִנֵּהYHWHיְהוָהcommands,מְצַוֶּהand he will strikeוְהִכָּהthe greatהַגָּדוֹלhouseהַבַּיִתinto fragments,רְסִיסִיםand the smallהַקָּטֹןhouseוְהַבַּיִתinto splinters.בְּקִעִים
Do horsesהַ סוּסִיםrunיְרֻצוּןon the rock?בַּסֶּלַעDoes one plowאִם יַחֲרוֹשׁthere with oxen?בַּבְּקָרִיםForכִּיyou have turnedהֲפַכְתֶּםjusticeמִשְׁפָּטinto poisonלְרֹאשׁand the fruitוּפְרִיof righteousnessצְדָקָהinto wormwood;לְלַעֲנָה
you who rejoiceהַשְּׂמֵחִיםin Lo-debar,לְלֹא דָבָרwho say,הָאֹמְרִים“Have we notהֲלוֹאby our strengthבְחָזְקֵנוּtakenלָקַחְנוּfor ourselvesלָנוּKarnaim?”קַרְנָיִם
Forכִּיlook at me:הִנְנִיI am raising upמֵקִיםagainst you,עֲלֵיכֶםhouseבֵּיתof Israel,יִשְׂרָאֵלdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH,יְהוָהElohimאֱלֹהֵיTsevaot,הַצְּבָאוֹתa nation,גּוֹיand they will oppressוְלָחֲצוּyouאֶתְכֶםfrom the entranceמִלְּבוֹאof Hamathחֲמָתtoעַדthe wadiנַחַלof the Arabah.הָעֲרָבָה