Guardשְׁמֹרyour footרַגְלְךָwhenכַּאֲשֶׁרyou goתֵּלֵךְto the houseאֶל בֵּיתof Elohim;הָאֱלֹהִיםand to draw nearוְקָרוֹבto listenלִשְׁמֹעַis better than to giveמִתֵּתthe sacrificeזָבַחof the senseless,הַכְּסִילִיםforכִּיthey do notאֵינָםknowיוֹדְעִיםthat they are doingלַעֲשׂוֹתevil.רָע
Do notאַלbe hastyתְּבַהֵלwith your mouth,עַל פִּיךָand let your heartוְלִבְּךָnotאַלhurryיְמַהֵרto bring outלְהוֹצִיאa wordדָבָרbeforeלִפְנֵיElohim;הָאֱלֹהִיםforכִּיElohimהָאֱלֹהִיםis in the heavensבַּשָּׁמַיִםand youוְאַתָּהon the earth;עַל הָאָרֶץthereforeעַל כֵּןlet your wordsיִהְיוּ דְבָרֶיךָbe few.מְעַטִּים
Forכִּיthe dreamהַחֲלוֹםcomesבָּאwith muchבְּרֹבoccupation,עִנְיָןand the voiceוְקוֹלof the senselessכְּסִילwith manyבְּרֹבwords.דְּבָרִים
Whenכַּאֲשֶׁרyou vowתִּדֹּרa vowנֶדֶרto Elohim,לֵאלֹהִיםdo notאַלdelayתְּאַחֵרto fulfill it,לְשַׁלְּמוֹforכִּיhe has noאֵיןdelightחֵפֶץin the senseless;בַּכְּסִילִיםwhatאֵת אֲשֶׁרyou vow,תִּדֹּרfulfill.שַׁלֵּם
Betterטוֹבthatאֲשֶׁרyou do notלֹאvowתִדֹּרthan that you vowמִשֶׁתִּדּוֹרand do notוְלֹאfulfill.תְשַׁלֵּם
Do notאַלletתִּתֵּןyour mouthאֶת פִּיךָbringלַyour fleshאֶת בְּשָׂרֶךָinto sin,חֲטִיאand do notוְאַלsayתֹּאמַרbeforeלִפְנֵיthe messengerהַמַּלְאָךְthatכִּיit wasהִיאan error.שְׁגָגָהWhyלָמָּהshould Elohimהָאֱלֹהִיםbe angryיִקְצֹףat your voiceעַל קוֹלֶךָand destroyוְחִבֵּלthe workאֶת מַעֲשֵׂהof your hands?יָדֶיךָ
Forכִּיin a multitudeבְרֹבof dreamsחֲלֹמוֹתthere are vaporsוַהֲבָלִיםand many words;וּדְבָרִים הַרְבֵּהbutכִּיfearיְרָאElohim.אֶת הָאֱלֹהִים
Ifאִםyou seeתִּרְאֶהthe oppressionעֹשֶׁקof the poorרָשׁand the robbingוְגֵזֶלof justiceמִשְׁפָּטand righteousnessוָצֶדֶקin the province,בַמְּדִינָהdo notאַלbe amazedתִּתְמַהּat the matter,עַל הַחֵפֶץforכִּיa high oneגָבֹהַּwatchesשֹׁמֵרoverמֵעַלa high one,גָּבֹהַandוּhigher onesגְבֹהִיםover them.עֲלֵיהֶם
And the profitוְיִתְרוֹןof a landאֶרֶץin allבַּכֹּלis this:הוּאa kingמֶלֶךְfor the fieldלְשָׂדֶהthat is cultivated.נֶעֱבָד
Whoever lovesאֹהֵבsilverכֶּסֶףwill notלֹאbe satisfiedיִשְׂבַּעwith silver,כֶּסֶףand whoeverוּמִיlovesאֹהֵבabundance,בֶּהָמוֹןnotלֹאwith income.תְבוּאָהThis tooגַּם זֶהis vapor.הָבֶל
Whenבִּthe goodהַטּוֹבָהincreases,רְבוֹתthose who eat itאוֹכְלֶיהָincrease;רַבּוּand whatוּמַהbenefitכִּשְׁרוֹןis there for its ownerלִבְעָלֶיהָexceptכִּי אִםthe seeing of itרְאוּתwith his eyes?עֵינָיו
Sweetמְתוּקָהis the sleepשְׁנַתof the one who works,הָעֹבֵדwhetherאִםlittleמְעַטorוְאִםmuchהַרְבֵּהhe eats;יֹאכֵלbut the fullnessוְהַשָּׂבָעof the richלֶעָשִׁירdoes notאֵינֶנּוּlet himמַנִּיחַ לוֹsleep.לִישׁוֹן
There isיֵשׁa sicklyחוֹלָהevilרָעָהI have seenרָאִיתִיunderתַּחַתthe sun:הַשָּׁמֶשׁrichesעֹשֶׁרkeptשָׁמוּרby their ownerלִבְעָלָיוto his harm,לְרָעָתוֹ
and those richesהָעֹשֶׁר הַהוּאare lostוְאָבַדin a badרָעoccupation,בְּעִנְיַןand he fathersוְהוֹלִידa son,בֵּןand there is nothingוְאֵין מְאוּמָהin his hand.בְּיָדוֹ
Asכַּאֲשֶׁרhe came outיָצָאfrom the wombמִבֶּטֶןof his mother,אִמּוֹnakedעָרוֹםhe will go away againיָשׁוּב לָלֶכֶתas he came;כְּשֶׁבָּאand nothingוּמְאוּמָה לֹאwill he takeיִשָּׂאfrom his toilבַעֲמָלוֹthat he may carryשֶׁיֹּלֵךְin his hand.בְּיָדוֹ
And this alsoוְגַם זֹהis a sicklyחוֹלָהevil:רָעָהthat exactly asכָּל עֻמַּת שֶׁhe came,בָּאsoכֵּןhe will go;יֵלֵךְand whatוּמַהprofitיִּתְרוֹןis there for himלוֹthat he toilsשֶׁיַּעֲמֹלfor the wind?לָרוּחַ
Alsoגַּםallכָּלhis daysיָמָיוhe eatsיֹאכֵלin darkness,בַּחֹשֶׁךְwith much vexationוְכָעַס הַרְבֵּהand his sicknessוְחָלְיוֹand wrath.וָקָצֶף
Look,הִנֵּהwhatאֲשֶׁרIאָנִיhave seenרָאִיתִיto be good,טוֹבwhatאֲשֶׁרis beautiful:יָפֶהto eatלֶאֶכוֹלand to drinkוְלִשְׁתּוֹתand to seeוְלִרְאוֹתgoodטוֹבָהin allבְּכָלhis toilעֲמָלוֹat which he toilsשֶׁיַּעֲמֹלunderתַּחַתthe sunהַשֶּׁמֶשׁduring the numberמִסְפַּרof the daysיְמֵיof his lifeחַיָּיוwhichאֲשֶׁרElohimהָאֱלֹהִיםhas given him,נָתַן לוֹforכִּיthatהוּאis his portion.חֶלְקוֹ
Also,גַּםeveryכָּלhuman beingהָאָדָםto whomאֲשֶׁר לוֹElohimהָאֱלֹהִיםhas givenנָתַןrichesעֹשֶׁרand possessionsוּנְכָסִיםand has given him powerוְהִשְׁלִיטוֹto eatלֶאֱכֹלfrom themמִמֶּנּוּand to takeוְלָשֵׂאתhis portionאֶת חֶלְקוֹand to rejoiceוְלִשְׂמֹחַin his toilבַּעֲמָלוֹ— thisזֹהisהִיאthe giftמַתַּתof Elohim.אֱלֹהִים
Forכִּיhe will notלֹאmuchהַרְבֵּהrememberיִזְכֹּרthe daysאֶת יְמֵיof his life,חַיָּיוbecauseכִּיElohimהָאֱלֹהִיםkeeps him occupiedמַעֲנֶהwith the joyבְּשִׂמְחַתof his heart.לִבּוֹ