And the wordוַ דְבַרof YHWHיְהוָהcameיְהִיto meאֵלַיin the ninthהַתְּשִׁיעִיתyear,בַּשָּׁנָהin the tenthהָעֲשִׂירִיmonth,בַּחֹדֶשׁon the tenth dayבֶּעָשׂוֹרof the month,לַחֹדֶשׁsaying,לֵאמֹר
“Sonבֶּןof man,אָדָםwrite down for yourselfכְּתָב לְךָthe nameאֶת שֵׁםof the day,הַיּוֹםthis very day;אֶת עֶצֶם הַיּוֹם הַזֶּהthe kingמֶלֶךְof Babylonבָּבֶלhas leanedסָמַךְagainst Jerusalemאֶל יְרוּשָׁלִַםon this very day.בְּעֶצֶם הַיּוֹם הַזֶּה
And speakוּמְשֹׁלa proverbמָשָׁלto the rebelliousהַמֶּרִיhouse,אֶל בֵּיתand say to them:וְאָמַרְתָּ אֲלֵיהֶם‘ThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH:יְהוִהSet onשְׁפֹתthe pot,הַסִּירset it on,שְׁפֹתand alsoוְגַםpourיְצֹקwaterמָיִםinto it.בּוֹ
Gatherאֱסֹףits piecesנְתָחֶיהָinto it,אֵלֶיהָeveryכָּלgoodטוֹבpiece,נֵתַחthighיָרֵךְand shoulder;וְכָתֵףwith the choicestמִבְחַרof the bonesעֲצָמִיםfill it.מַלֵּא
Takeלָקוֹחַthe choicestמִבְחַרof the flock,הַצֹּאןand alsoוְגַםpileדּוּרthe bonesהָעֲצָמִיםunder it;תַּחְתֶּיהָletרַתַּחits boilingרְתָחֶיהָboil;רַתַּחalsoגַּםlet its bonesעֲצָמֶיהָbe cookedבָּשְׁלוּin its midst.בְּתוֹכָהּ
ThereforeלָכֵןthusכֹּהsaysאָמַרAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH:יְהֹוִהWoeאוֹיto the cityעִירof bloodshed,הַדָּמִיםa potסִירwhoseאֲשֶׁרrustחֶלְאָתָהis in it,בָהּand its rustוְחֶלְאָתָהּhas notלֹאgone outיָצְאָהof it!מִמֶּנָּהBy its pieces,לִנְתָחֶיהָby its piecesלִנְתָחֶיהָtake it out;הוֹצִיאָהּnoלֹאlotגּוֹרָלhas fallenנָפַלon it.עָלֶיהָ
Forכִּיher bloodדָמָהּis in her midst;בְּתוֹכָהּ הָיָהon the bare rockעַל צְחִיחַ סֶלַעshe put it;שָׂמָתְהוּshe did notלֹאpour it outשְׁפָכַתְהוּon the groundעַל הָאָרֶץto cover itלְכַסּוֹת עָלָיוwith dust.עָפָר
To bring upלְהַעֲלוֹתfury,חֵמָהto takeלִנְקֹםvengeance,נָקָםI have putנָתַתִּיher bloodאֶת דָּמָהּon the bare rock,עַל צְחִיחַ סָלַעso that it may notלְבִלְתִּיbe covered.הִכָּסוֹת
ThereforeלָכֵןthusכֹּהsaysאָמַרAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH:יְהוִהWoeאוֹיto the cityעִירof bloodshed!הַדָּמִיםIאֲנִיtooגַּםwill make greatאַגְדִּילthe pyre.הַמְּדוּרָה
Heap upהַרְבֵּהthe wood,הָעֵצִיםkindleהַדְלֵקthe fire,הָאֵשׁfinishהָתֵםthe meat,הַבָּשָׂרand mixוְהַרְקַחthe spices,הַמֶּרְקָחָהand let the bonesוְהָעֲצָמוֹתbe charred.יֵחָרוּ
And set itוְהַעֲמִידֶהָemptyרֵקָהon its coals,עַל גֶּחָלֶיהָso that it may get hotלְמַעַן תֵּחַםand its bronzeנְחֻשְׁתָּהּmay become red-hot,וְחָרָהand its uncleannessטֻמְאָתָהּmay meltוְנִתְּכָהin its midst,בְתוֹכָהּits rustחֶלְאָתָהּbe consumed.תִּתֻּם
With toilsתְּאֻנִיםit has wearied;הֶלְאָתand its great rustרַבַּת חֶלְאָתָהּdoes notוְלֹאgo outתֵצֵאof it;מִמֶּנָּהinto the fireבְּאֵשׁwith its rust!חֶלְאָתָהּ
In your uncleannessבְּטֻמְאָתֵךְis infamy;זִמָּהbecauseיַעַןI cleansed youטִהַרְתִּיךְand you were notוְלֹאcleanטָהַרְתְּfrom your uncleanness,מִטֻּמְאָתֵךְyou will notלֹאbe cleanתִטְהֲרִיagainעוֹדuntilעַדI bring to restהֲנִיחִיmy furyאֶת חֲמָתִיon you.בָּךְ
I,אֲנִיYHWH,יְהוָהhave spoken;דִּבַּרְתִּיit is coming,בָּאָהand I will do it;וְעָשִׂיתִיI will notלֹאrefrain,אֶפְרַעand I will notוְלֹאhave pity,אָחוּסand I will notוְלֹאrelent;אֶנָּחֵםaccording to your waysכִּדְרָכַיִךְand according to your deedsוְכַעֲלִילוֹתַיִךְthey will judge you,שְׁפָטוּךְdeclaresנְאֻםAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH.’”יְהֹוִה
And the wordוַ דְבַרof YHWHיְהוָהcameיְהִיto me,אֵלַיsaying,לֵאמֹר
“Sonבֶּןof man,אָדָםlook, I amהִנְנִיtakingלֹקֵחַfrom youמִמְּךָthe delightאֶת מַחְמַדof your eyesעֵינֶיךָwith a plague;בְּמַגֵּפָהand you shall notוְלֹאlament,תִסְפֹּדand you shall notוְלֹאweep,תִבְכֶּהand your tearsדִּמְעָתֶךָshall notוְלוֹאcome.תָבוֹא
Groanהֵאָנֵקin silence;דֹּםmourningאֵבֶלfor the deadמֵתִיםyou shall notלֹאmake;תַעֲשֶׂהyour headdressפְאֵרְךָbindחֲבוֹשׁon yourself,עָלֶיךָand your sandalsוּנְעָלֶיךָputתָּשִׂיםon your feet,בְּרַגְלֶיךָand you shall notוְלֹאcoverתַעְטֶהyour mustache,עַל שָׂפָםand breadוְלֶחֶםof menאֲנָשִׁיםyou shall notלֹאeat.”תֹאכֵל
And I spokeוָאֲדַבֵּרto the peopleאֶל הָעָםin the morning,בַּבֹּקֶרand my wifeאִשְׁתִּיdiedוַתָּמָתin the evening;בָּעָרֶבand I didוָאַעַשׂin the morningבַּבֹּקֶרasכַּאֲשֶׁרI had been commanded.צֻוֵּיתִי
And the peopleהָעָםsaidוַיֹּאמְרוּto me,אֵלַי“Will you notהֲלֹאtell usתַגִּיד לָנוּwhatמָהthese thingsאֵלֶּהare to us,לָּנוּthatכִּיyouאַתָּהare doing?”עֹשֶׂה
And I saidוָאֹמַרto them,אֲלֵיהֶם“The wordדְּבַרof YHWHיְהוָהcameהָיָהto me,אֵלַיsaying,לֵאמֹר
‘Sayאֱמֹרto the houseלְבֵיתof Israel:יִשְׂרָאֵלThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH:יְהוִהLook, I amהִנְנִיprofaningמְחַלֵּלmy sanctuary,אֶת מִקְדָּשִׁיthe prideגְּאוֹןof your strength,עֻזְּכֶםthe delightמַחְמַדof your eyes,עֵינֵיכֶםand the tendernessוּמַחְמַלof your soul;נַפְשְׁכֶםand your sonsוּבְנֵיכֶםand your daughtersוּבְנוֹתֵיכֶםwhomאֲשֶׁרyou left behindעֲזַבְתֶּםwill fallיִפֹּלוּby the sword.בַּחֶרֶב
And you will doוַעֲשִׂיתֶםasכַּאֲשֶׁרI have done;עָשִׂיתִיyou will notלֹאcoverתַעְטוּyour mustache,עַל שָׂפָםand breadוְלֶחֶםof menאֲנָשִׁיםyou will notלֹאeat;תֹאכֵלוּ
and your headdressesוּפְאֵרֵכֶםwill be on your heads,עַל רָאשֵׁיכֶםand your sandalsוְנַעֲלֵיכֶםon your feet;בְּרַגְלֵיכֶםyou will notלֹאlamentתִסְפְּדוּand you will notוְלֹאweep,תִבְכּוּbut you will waste awayוּנְמַקֹּתֶםin your iniquities,בַּעֲוֺנֹתֵיכֶםand you will roarוּנְהַמְתֶּםeachאִישׁto his brother.אֶל אָחִיו
And Ezekielיְחֶזְקֵאלwill beוְהָיָהto youלָכֶםa wonder;לְמוֹפֵתaccording to allכְּכֹלthatאֲשֶׁרhe has doneעָשָׂהyou will do;תַּעֲשׂוּwhen it comes,בְּבֹאָהּyou will knowוִידַעְתֶּםthatכִּיI amאֲנִיAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH.יְהוִה
And you,וְאַתָּהsonבֶןof man,אָדָםwill it not beהֲלוֹאon the dayבְּיוֹםwhen I takeקַחְתִּיfrom themמֵהֶםtheir stronghold,אֶת מָעוּזָּםthe joyמְשׂוֹשׂof their beauty,תִּפְאַרְתָּםthe delightאֶת מַחְמַדof their eyes,עֵינֵיהֶםand the longingוְאֶת מַשָּׂאof their soul,נַפְשָׁםtheir sonsבְּנֵיהֶםand their daughters,וּבְנוֹתֵיהֶם
that on that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאthe fugitiveהַפָּלִיטwill comeיָבוֹאto youאֵלֶיךָto make it heardלְהַשְׁמָעוּתin your ears?אָזְנָיִם
On that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאyour mouthפִּיךָwill be openedיִפָּתַחwith the fugitive,אֶת הַפָּלִיטand you will speakוּתְדַבֵּרand will notוְלֹאbe muteתֵאָלֵםanymore;עוֹדand you will beוְהָיִיתָto themלָהֶםa wonder,לְמוֹפֵתand they will knowוְיָדְעוּthatכִּיI amאֲנִיYHWH.’”יְהוָה