And the wordוַ דְבַרof YHWHיְהוָהcameיְהִיto me,אֵלַיsaying,לֵאמֹר
“Sonבֶּןof man,אָדָםspeakדַּבֵּרto the sonsאֶל בְּנֵיof your people,עַמְּךָand sayוְאָמַרְתָּto them,אֲלֵיהֶם‘A land,אֶרֶץwhenכִּיI bringאָבִיאa swordחָרֶבupon it,עָלֶיהָand the peopleוְ עַם הָof the landאָרֶץtakeלָקְחוּoneאֶחָדmanאִישׁfrom among their bordersמִקְצֵיהֶםand setוְנָתְנוּhimאֹתוֹas a watchmanלְצֹפֶהfor themselves,לָהֶם
and he seesוְרָאָהthe swordהַחֶרֶבcomingבָּאָהupon the land,עַל הָאָרֶץand blowsוְתָקַעthe hornבַּשּׁוֹפָרand warnsוְהִזְהִירthe people,הָעָם
and the hearerוְ הַשֹּׁמֵעַhearsשָׁמַעthe soundקוֹלof the hornהַשּׁוֹפָרand does notוְלֹאlet himself be warned,נִזְהָרand the swordוַ חֶרֶבcomesתָּבוֹאand takes him away,וַתִּקָּחֵהוּhis bloodדָּמוֹwill beיִהְיֶהon his head.בְרֹאשׁוֹ
The soundקוֹלof the hornהַשּׁוֹפָרhe heardשָׁמַעand did notוְלֹאlet himself be warned;נִזְהָרhis bloodדָּמוֹwill beיִהְיֶהon him;בּוֹbut he,וְהוּאhad he let himself be warned,נִזְהָרwould have savedמִלֵּטhis soul.נַפְשׁוֹ
And the watchman,וְהַצֹּפֶהifכִּיhe seesיִרְאֶהthe swordהַחֶרֶבcomingבָּאָהand does notוְלֹאblowתָקַעthe horn,בַּשּׁוֹפָרand the peopleוְהָעָםdo notלֹאlet themselves be warned,נִזְהָרand the swordוַ חֶרֶבcomesתָּבוֹאand takesוַתִּקַּחfrom themמֵהֶםa soul,נָפֶשׁheהוּאis taken awayנִלְקָחfor his iniquity,בַּעֲוֺנוֹbut his bloodוְדָמוֹI will requireאֶדְרֹשׁfrom the handמִיַּדof the watchman.הַצֹּפֶה
And you,וְאַתָּהsonבֶןof man,אָדָםa watchmanצֹפֶהI have made youנְתַתִּיךָfor the houseלְבֵיתof Israel;יִשְׂרָאֵלyou will hearוְשָׁמַעְתָּa wordדָּבָרfrom my mouth,מִפִּיand you will warnוְהִזְהַרְתָּthemאֹתָםfrom me.מִמֶּנִּי
When I sayבְּאָמְרִיto the wicked,לָרָשָׁע“Wicked man,רָשָׁעyou will surelyמוֹתdie,”תָּמוּתand you do notוְלֹאspeakדִבַּרְתָּto warnלְהַזְהִירthe wickedרָשָׁעfrom his way,מִדַּרְכּוֹthatהוּאwicked manרָשָׁעwill dieיָמוּתfor his iniquity,בַּעֲוֺנוֹbut his bloodוְדָמוֹI will requireאֲבַקֵּשׁfrom your hand.מִיָּדְךָ
But you,וְאַתָּהifכִּיyou warnהִזְהַרְתָּthe wickedרָשָׁעfrom his wayמִדַּרְכּוֹto turnלָשׁוּבfrom it,מִמֶּנָּהand he does notוְלֹאturnשָׁבfrom his way,מִדַּרְכּוֹheהוּאwill dieיָמוּתfor his iniquity,בַּעֲוֺנוֹbut youוְאַתָּהwill have deliveredהִצַּלְתָּyour soul.נַפְשְׁךָ
And you,וְאַתָּהsonבֶןof man,אָדָםsayאֱמֹרto the houseאֶל בֵּיתof Israel,יִשְׂרָאֵלThusכֵּןyou have said:אֲמַרְתֶּם לֵאמֹר“Our transgressionsפְשָׁעֵינוּand our sinsוְחַטֹּאתֵינוּare upon us,עָלֵינוּand in themוּבָםweאֲנַחְנוּare wasting away;נְמַקִּיםand howוְאֵיךְwill we live?”נִחְיֶה
Sayאֱמֹרto them,אֲלֵיהֶםAs I live,חַי אָנִיdeclaresנְאֻםAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH,יְהוִהI take noאִםpleasureאֶחְפֹּץin the deathבְּמוֹתof the wicked,הָרָשָׁעbutכִּי אִםin the wicked man’s turningבְּשׁוּב רָשָׁעfrom his wayמִדַּרְכּוֹand living.וְחָיָהTurn,שׁוּבוּturnשׁוּבוּfrom your evilהָרָעִיםways;מִדַּרְכֵיכֶםand whyוְלָמָּהwill you die,תָמוּתוּhouseבֵּיתof Israel?יִשְׂרָאֵל
And you,וְאַתָּהsonבֶןof man,אָדָםsayאֱמֹרto the sonsאֶל בְּנֵיof your people,עַמְּךָThe righteousnessצִדְקַתof the righteousהַצַּדִּיקwill notלֹאdeliver himתַצִּילֶנּוּon the dayבְּיוֹםof his transgression;פִּשְׁעוֹand as for the wickednessוְרִשְׁעַתof the wicked,הָרָשָׁעhe will notלֹאstumbleיִכָּשֶׁלby itבָּהּon the dayבְּיוֹםhe turnsשׁוּבוֹfrom his wickedness;מֵרִשְׁעוֹand the righteousוְצַדִּיקwill notלֹאbe ableיוּכַלto liveלִחְיוֹתby itבָּהּon the dayבְּיוֹםhe sins.חֲטֹאתוֹ
When I sayבְּאָמְרִיto the righteous,לַצַּדִּיק“He will surelyחָיֹהlive,”יִחְיֶהand heוְהוּאtrustsבָטַחin his righteousnessעַל צִדְקָתוֹand doesוְעָשָׂהinjustice,עָוֶלnone ofכָּל לֹאhis acts of righteousnessצִדְקֹתָיוwill be remembered,תִזָּכַרְנָהand for his injusticeוּבְעַוְלוֹthatאֲשֶׁרhe has done,עָשָׂהby itבּוֹhe will die.יָמוּת
And when I sayוּבְאָמְרִיto the wicked,לָרָשָׁע“You will surelyמוֹתdie,”תָּמוּתand he turnsוְשָׁבfrom his sinמֵחַטָּאתוֹand doesוְעָשָׂהjusticeמִשְׁפָּטand righteousness,וּצְדָקָה
the wickedרָשָׁעreturnsיָשִׁיבthe pledge,חֲבֹלpays backיְשַׁלֵּםwhat he robbed,גְּזֵלָהwalksהָלַךְin the statutesבְּחֻקּוֹתof life,הַחַיִּיםnotלְבִלְתִּיdoingעֲשׂוֹתinjustice,עָוֶלhe will surelyחָיוֹlive;יִחְיֶהhe will notלֹאdie.יָמוּת
None ofכָּל לֹאhis sinsחַטֹּאתָיוthatאֲשֶׁרhe has sinnedחָטָאwill be rememberedתִזָּכַרְנָהagainst him;לוֹjusticeמִשְׁפָּטand righteousnessוּצְדָקָהhe has done;עָשָׂהhe will surelyחָיוֹlive.יִחְיֶה
And the sonsוְ בְּנֵיof your peopleעַמְּךָsay,אָמְרוּ“The wayדֶּרֶךְof Adonaiאֲדֹנָיis notלֹאwell weighed”;יִתָּכֵןbut they,וְהֵמָּהtheir wayדַּרְכָּםis notלֹאwell weighed.יִתָּכֵן
When the righteousבְּ צַדִּיקturnsשׁוּבfrom his righteousnessמִצִּדְקָתוֹand doesוְעָשָׂהinjustice,עָוֶלhe will dieוּמֵתby them.בָּהֶם
And when the wickedוּבְ רָשָׁעturnsשׁוּבfrom his wickednessמֵרִשְׁעָתוֹand doesוְעָשָׂהjusticeמִשְׁפָּטand righteousness,וּצְדָקָהby themעֲלֵיהֶםheהוּאwill live.יִחְיֶה
And you say,וַאֲמַרְתֶּם“The wayדֶּרֶךְof Adonaiאֲדֹנָיis notלֹאwell weighed.”יִתָּכֵןEach oneאִישׁaccording to his waysכִּדְרָכָיוI will judgeאֶשְׁפּוֹטyou,אֶתְכֶםhouseבֵּיתof Israel.’”יִשְׂרָאֵל
And it came aboutוַיְהִיin the twelfth year,בִּשְׁתֵּי עֶשְׂרֵה שָׁנָהin the tenth month,בָּעֲשִׂרִיon the fifth dayבַּחֲמִשָּׁהof the monthלַחֹדֶשׁof our exile,לְגָלוּתֵנוּthat the fugitiveהַפָּלִיטfrom Jerusalemמִירוּשָׁלִַםcameבָּאto me,אֵלַיsaying,לֵאמֹר“The cityהָעִירhas been struck.”הֻכְּתָה
And the handוְיַדof YHWHיְהוָהhad beenהָיְתָהupon meאֵלַיin the eveningבָּעֶרֶבbeforeלִפְנֵיthe fugitiveהַפָּלִיטcame,בּוֹאand he openedוַיִּפְתַּחmy mouthפִּיuntilעַדhe cameבּוֹאto meאֵלַיin the morning;בַּבֹּקֶרand my mouthפִּיwas opened,וַיִּפָּתַחand I was noוְלֹאlongerעוֹדmute.נֶאֱלַמְתִּי
And the wordוַ דְבַרof YHWHיְהֹוָהcameיְהִיto me,אֵלַיsaying,לֵאמֹר
“Sonבֶּןof man,אָדָםthe inhabitantsיֹשְׁבֵיof theseהָאֵלֶּהruinsהֶחֳרָבוֹתon the groundעַל אַדְמַתof Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלare sayingאֹמְרִיםthus:לֵאמֹר‘Abrahamאַבְרָהָםwasהָיָהone,אֶחָדand he possessedוַיִּירַשׁthe land;הָאָרֶץand weוַאֲנַחְנוּare many;רַבִּיםto usלָנוּthe landהָאָרֶץhas been givenנִתְּנָהas a possession.’לְמוֹרָשָׁה
Thereforeלָכֵןsayאֱמֹרto them,אֲלֵיהֶם‘ThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH:יְהֹוִהYou eatתֹּאכֵלוּwith the blood,עַל הַדָּםand you liftוְ תִּשְׂאוּyour eyesעֵינֵכֶםto your idols,אֶל גִּלּוּלֵיכֶםand you shedוְ תִּשְׁפֹּכוּblood;דָםand will you possessוְ תִּירָשׁוּthe land?הָאָרֶץ
You have stoodעֲמַדְתֶּםon your sword,עַל חַרְבְּכֶםyou have committedעֲשִׂיתֶןabomination,תּוֹעֵבָהand eachוְאִישׁhas defiledטִמֵּאתֶםthe wifeאֵשֶׁתof his neighbor;רֵעֵהוּand will you possessוְ תִּירָשׁוּthe land?’הָאָרֶץ
Thusכֹּהyou will sayתֹאמַרto them,אֲלֵהֶם‘ThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH:יְהוִהAs I live,חַי אָנִיsurelyאִם לֹאthose whoאֲשֶׁרare in the ruinsבֶּחֳרָבוֹתby the swordבַּחֶרֶבwill fall,יִפֹּלוּand whoeverוַאֲשֶׁרis on the faceעַל פְּנֵיof the field,הַשָּׂדֶהto the animalsלַחַיָּהI have given himנְתַתִּיוto be devoured,לְאָכְלוֹand those whoוַאֲשֶׁרare in the strongholdsבַּמְּצָדוֹתand in the cavesוּבַמְּעָרוֹתby pestilenceבַּדֶּבֶרwill die.יָמוּתוּ
And I will makeוְנָתַתִּיthe landהָאָרֶץa desolationשְׁמָמָהand a horror,וּמְשַׁמָּהand the prideוְ גְּאוֹןof her strengthעֻזָּהּwill cease,נִשְׁבַּתand the mountainsוְ הָרֵיof Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלwill be desolate,שָׁמְמוּwith no oneמֵאֵיןpassing through.עוֹבֵר
And they will knowוְיָדְעוּthatכִּיI amאֲנִיYHWH,יְהוָהwhen I makeבְּתִתִּיthe landהָאָרֶץa desolationשְׁמָמָהand a horrorוּמְשַׁמָּהbecause of allעַל כָּלtheir abominationsתּוֹעֲבֹתָםthatאֲשֶׁרthey have done.’עָשׂוּ
And you,וְאַתָּהsonבֶןof man,אָדָםthe sonsבְּנֵיof your peopleעַמְּךָwho are talkingהַנִּדְבָּרִיםabout youבְּךָbesideאֵצֶלthe wallsהַקִּירוֹתand in the doorwaysוּבְפִתְחֵיof the houses,הַבָּתִּיםand one speaksוְדִבֶּר חַדwith another,אֶת אַחַדeachאִישׁwith his brother,אֶת אָחִיוsaying,לֵאמֹר‘Come,בֹּאוּplease,נָאand hearוְשִׁמְעוּwhatמָהis the wordהַדָּבָרthat comes outהַיּוֹצֵאfromמֵאֵתYHWH.’יְהוָה
And they comeוְיָבוֹאוּto youאֵלֶיךָas people come,כִּמְבוֹא עָםand they sitוְיֵשְׁבוּbefore youלְפָנֶיךָas my people,עַמִּיand they hearוְשָׁמְעוּyour words,דְּבָרֶיךָbut they do notוְ לֹאdoיַעֲשׂוּthem;אוֹתָםforכִּיwith their mouthבְּפִיהֶםtheyהֵמָּהprofessעֹשִׂיםlove,עֲגָבִיםbut after their gainאַחֲרֵי בִצְעָםtheir heartלִבָּםgoes.הֹלֵךְ
And look,וְהִנְּyou areךָto themלָהֶםlike a songכְּשִׁירof love,עֲגָבִיםbeautifulיְפֵהof voiceקוֹלand one who plays well;וּמֵטִב נַגֵּןand they hearוְשָׁמְעוּyour words,דְּבָרֶיךָbutוְthey do notאֵינָםdoעֹשִׂיםthem.אוֹתָם
And when it comesוּבְבֹאָהּ—look,הִנֵּהit is coming—בָאָהthey will knowוְיָדְעוּthatכִּיa prophetנָבִיאhas beenהָיָהin their midst.”בְתוֹכָם