In the thirdשָׁלוֹשׁyearבִּשְׁנַתof Cyrusלְכוֹרֶשׁkingמֶלֶךְof Persiaפָּרַסa wordדָּבָרwas revealedנִגְלָהto Daniel,לְדָנִיֵּאלwhose nameאֲשֶׁר שְׁמוֹwas calledנִקְרָאBelteshazzar;בֵּלְטְשַׁאצַּרand the wordוֶ הַדָּבָרwas truth,אֱמֶתandוְa greatגָדוֹלconflict;צָבָאand he understoodוּבִיןthe wordאֶת הַדָּבָרand had understandingוּבִינָה לוֹin the vision.בַּמַּרְאֶה
In thoseבַּ הָהֵםdaysיָּמִיםI,אֲנִיDaniel,דָנִיֵּאלwasהָיִיתִיmourningמִתְאַבֵּלthreeשְׁלֹשָׁהfullיָמִיםweeks.שָׁבֻעִים
DelicateחֲמֻדוֹתfoodלֶחֶםI did notלֹאeat,אָכַלְתִּיand meatוּבָשָׂרand wineוָיַיִןdid notלֹאenterבָאmy mouth,אֶל פִּיand I did notלֹאanoint myself at all,וְסוֹךְ סָכְתִּיuntilעַדthreeשְׁלֹשֶׁתfullיָמִיםweeksשָׁבֻעִיםwere completed.מְלֹאת
And on theוּבְtwenty-fourthעֶשְׂרִים וְאַרְבָּעָהdayיוֹםof the firstהָרִאשׁוֹןmonth,לַחֹדֶשׁas Iוַאֲנִיwasהָיִיתִיon the bankעַל יַדof the greatהַגָּדוֹלriver,הַנָּהָרthat isהוּאthe Tigris,חִדָּקֶל
I liftedוָאֶשָּׂאmy eyesאֶת עֵינַיand looked,וָאֵרֶאand look,וְהִנֵּהaאֶחָדmanאִישׁclothedלָבוּשׁin linen,בַּדִּיםand his waistוּמָתְנָיוgirdedחֲגֻרִיםwith fine goldבְּכֶתֶםof Uphaz;אוּפָז
and his bodyוּגְוִיָּתוֹwas like chrysolite,כְתַרְשִׁישׁand his faceוּפָנָיוlike the appearanceכְּמַרְאֵהof lightning,בָרָקand his eyesוְעֵינָיוlike torchesכְּלַפִּידֵיof fire,אֵשׁand his armsוּזְרֹעֹתָיוand his feetוּמַרְגְּלֹתָיוlike the gleamכְּעֵיןof burnishedקָלָלbronze,נְחֹשֶׁתand the soundוְקוֹלof his wordsדְּבָרָיוlike the soundכְּקוֹלof a multitude.הָמוֹן
And I,אֲנִיDaniel,דָנִיֵּאלaloneלְבַדִּיsawוְרָאִיתִיthe vision,אֶת הַמַּרְאָהand the menוְהָאֲנָשִׁיםwhoאֲשֶׁרwereהָיוּwith meעִמִּיdid notלֹאseeרָאוּthe vision;אֶת הַמַּרְאָהbutאֲבָלa greatגְדֹלָהtremblingחֲרָדָהfellנָפְלָהon them,עֲלֵיהֶםand they fledוַיִּבְרְחוּto hide.בְּהֵחָבֵא
So Iוַאֲנִיwas leftנִשְׁאַרְתִּיaloneלְבַדִּיand sawוָאֶרְאֶהthisהַזֹּאתgreatהַגְּדֹלָהvision,אֶת הַמַּרְאָהand noוְלֹאstrengthכֹּחwas leftנִשְׁאַרin me,בִּיand my splendorוְהוֹדִיwas turnedנֶהְפַּךְon meעָלַיinto disfigurement,לְמַשְׁחִיתand I did notוְלֹאretainעָצַרְתִּיstrength.כֹּחַ
And I heardוָאֶשְׁמַע אֶתthe soundקוֹלof his words;דְּבָרָיוand as I heardוּכְשָׁמְעִיthe soundאֶת קוֹלof his words,דְּבָרָיוIאֲנִיfell into a deep sleepוַ הָיִיתִי נִרְדָּםon my face,עַל פָּנַיwith my faceוּפָנַיto the ground.אָרְצָה
And look,וְהִנֵּהa handיָדtouchedנָגְעָהmeבִּיand set me tremblingוַתְּנִיעֵנִיon my kneesעַל בִּרְכַּיand the palmsוְכַפּוֹתof my hands.יָדָי
And he saidוַיֹּאמֶרto me,אֵלַי“Daniel,דָּנִיֵּאלmanאִישׁgreatly loved,חֲמֻדוֹתunderstandהָבֵןthe wordsבַּדְּבָרִיםthatאֲשֶׁרIאָנֹכִיam speakingדֹבֵרto you,אֵלֶיךָand standוַעֲמֹדwhere you stand,עַל עָמְדֶךָforכִּיnowעַתָּהI have been sentשֻׁלַּחְתִּיto you.”אֵלֶיךָAnd when he spokeוּבְדַבְּרוֹwith meעִמִּיthisהַזֶּהword,אֶת הַדָּבָרI stood upעָמַדְתִּיtrembling.מַרְעִיד
And he saidוַיֹּאמֶרto me,אֵלַי“Do notאַלfear,תִּירָאDaniel,דָנִיֵּאלforכִּיfrom the firstמִן הָרִאשׁוֹןdayהַיּוֹםthatאֲשֶׁרyou setנָתַתָּyour heartאֶת לִבְּךָto understandלְהָבִיןand to humble yourselfוּלְהִתְעַנּוֹתbeforeלִפְנֵיyour Elohim,אֱלֹהֶיךָyour wordsדְבָרֶיךָwere heard,נִשְׁמְעוּand Iוַאֲנִיhave comeבָאתִיbecause of your words.בִּדְבָרֶיךָ
But the princeוְשַׂרof the kingdomמַלְכוּתof Persiaפָּרַסwas standingעֹמֵדagainst meלְנֶגְדִּיtwenty-oneעֶשְׂרִים וְאֶחָדdays;יוֹםand look,וְהִנֵּהMichael,מִיכָאֵלoneאַחַדof the chiefהָרִאשֹׁנִיםprinces,הַשָּׂרִיםcameבָּאto help me,לְעָזְרֵנִיand Iוַאֲנִיwas leftנוֹתַרְתִּיthereשָׁםbeside the kingsאֵצֶל מַלְכֵיof Persia.פָרָס
And I have comeוּבָאתִיto make you understandלַהֲבִינְךָwhatאֵת אֲשֶׁרwill happenיִקְרָהto your peopleלְעַמְּךָat the endבְּאַחֲרִיתof the days,הַיָּמִיםforכִּיthe visionחָזוֹןis yetעוֹדfor those days.”לַיָּמִים
And when he spokeוּבְדַבְּרוֹwith meעִמִּיaccording to theseכַּ הָאֵלֶּהwords,דְּבָרִיםI setנָתַתִּיmy faceפָנַיtoward the groundאַרְצָהand was mute.וְנֶאֱלָמְתִּי
And look,וְהִנֵּהone with the likenessכִּדְמוּתof human beingsבְּנֵי אָדָםwas touchingנֹגֵעַmy lips,עַל שְׂפָתָיand I openedוָאֶפְתַּחmy mouthפִּיand spokeוָאֲדַבְּרָהand saidוָאֹמְרָהto the one standingאֶל הָעֹמֵדbefore me,לְנֶגְדִּי“My lord,אֲדֹנִיbecause of the visionבַּמַּרְאָהmy pangsצִירַיhave turnedנֶהֶפְכוּupon me,עָלַיand I have notוְלֹאretainedעָצַרְתִּיstrength.כֹּחַ
And howוְהֵיךְcanיוּכַלthe servantעֶבֶדof thisזֶהmy lordאֲדֹנִיspeakלְדַבֵּרwith thisזֶהmy lord?עִם אֲדֹנִיAs for me,וַאֲנִיfrom now onמֵעַתָּהnoלֹאstrengthכֹחַremainsיַעֲמָדin me,בִּיand noלֹאbreathוּנְשָׁמָהis leftנִשְׁאֲרָהin me.”בִי
And againוַיֹּסֶףone with the appearanceכְּמַרְאֵהof a manאָדָםtouchedוַיִּגַּעmeבִּיand strengthened me.וַיְחַזְּקֵנִי
And he said,וַיֹּאמֶר“Do notאַלfear,תִּירָאmanאִישׁgreatly loved;חֲמֻדוֹתpeaceשָׁלוֹםto you;לָךְbe strong,חֲזַקyes, be strong.”וַחֲזָקAnd when he spokeוּבְדַבְּרוֹwith me,עִמִּיI was strengthenedהִתְחַזַּקְתִּיand said,וָאֹמְרָה“Let my lordאֲדֹנִיspeak,יְדַבֵּרforכִּיyou have strengthened me.”חִזַּקְתָּנִי
And he said,וַיֹּאמֶר“Do you knowהֲיָדַעְתָּwhyלָמָּהI have comeבָּאתִיto you?אֵלֶיךָAnd nowוְעַתָּהI will returnאָשׁוּבto fightלְהִלָּחֵםagainst the princeעִם שַׂרof Persia;פָּרָסand Iוַאֲנִיam going out,יוֹצֵאand look,וְהִנֵּהthe princeשַׂרof Javanיָוָןis coming.בָּא
ButאֲבָלI will tellאַגִּידyouלְךָwhatאֶת הָis inscribedרָשׁוּםin the writingבִּכְתָבof truth.אֱמֶתAnd there isוְאֵיןno oneאֶחָדwho holds stronglyמִתְחַזֵּקwith meעִמִּיagainst theseעַל אֵלֶּהexceptכִּי אִםMichael,מִיכָאֵלyourכֶםprince.שַׂרְ