At my guard postעַל מִשְׁמַרְתִּיI will stand,אֶעֱמֹדָהand station myselfוְאֶתְיַצְּבָהon the fortification,עַל מָצוֹרand I will watchוַאֲצַפֶּהto seeלִרְאוֹתwhatמַהhe will sayיְדַבֶּרto me,בִּיand whatוּמָהI will answerאָשִׁיבconcerningעַלmy reproof.תּוֹכַחְתִּי
And YHWHוַ יְהוָהanswered meיַּעֲנֵנִיand said:וַיֹּאמֶר“Writeכְּתוֹבthe vision,חָזוֹןand engrave it clearlyוּבָאֵרonעַלthe tablets,הַלֻּחוֹתso thatלְמַעַןthe one who readsקוֹרֵאitבוֹmay run.יָרוּץ
Forכִּיthe visionחָזוֹןis yetעוֹדfor the appointed time;לַמּוֹעֵדand it hastensוְיָפֵחַtoward the end,לַקֵּץand it will notוְלֹאlie.יְכַזֵּבIfאִםit delays,יִתְמַהְמָהּwait forחַכֵּהit,לוֹforכִּיit will surelyבֹאcome;יָבֹאit will notלֹאbe late.יְאַחֵר
Look,הִנֵּהthe one who is puffed up,עֻפְּלָהhis soulנַפְשׁוֹis notלֹאuprightיָשְׁרָהin him;בּוֹbut the righteousוְצַדִּיקby his faithfulnessבֶּאֱמוּנָתוֹwill live.יִחְיֶה
And moreover,וְאַף כִּיwineהַיַּיִןbetrays;בּוֹגֵדthe arrogantיָהִירmanגֶּבֶרdoes notוְלֹאremain,יִנְוֶהwhoאֲשֶׁרwidensהִרְחִיבhis throatנַפְשׁוֹlike Sheol,כִּשְׁאוֹלand heוְהוּאis like deathכַמָּוֶתand is notוְלֹאsatisfied,יִשְׂבָּעand he gathersוַיֶּאֱסֹףto himselfאֵלָיוallכָּלthe nationsהַגּוֹיִםand assemblesוַיִּקְבֹּץto himselfאֵלָיוallכָּלthe peoples.הָעַמִּים
Will notהֲלוֹאallכֻלָּםtheseאֵלֶּהtake upיִשָּׂאוּagainst himעָלָיוa poem,מָשָׁלand a figurative saying,וּמְלִיצָהriddlesחִידוֹתagainst him?לוֹAnd one will say,וְיֹאמַר‘Woeהוֹיto the one who multipliesהַמַּרְבֶּהwhat is notלֹּאhis!לוֹHow long?עַד מָתַיAnd to the one who loadsוּמַכְבִּידupon himselfעָלָיוpledges!’עַבְטִיט
Will notהֲלוֹאsuddenlyפֶתַעrise upיָקוּמוּthose who bite you,נֹשְׁכֶיךָand awakeוְיִקְצוּthose who shake you,מְזַעְזְעֶיךָand you will beוְהָיִיתָspoilלִמְשִׁסּוֹתfor them?לָמוֹ
Becauseכִּיyouאַתָּהhave plunderedשַׁלּוֹתָmanyרַבִּיםnations,גּוֹיִםallכָּלthe restיֶתֶרof the peoplesעַמִּיםwill plunder you,יְשָׁלּוּךָfor the bloodמִדְּמֵיof human beingsאָדָםand violenceוַחֲמַסdone to the land,אֶרֶץto the city,קִרְיָהand to allוְכָלwho dwellיֹשְׁבֵיin it.בָהּ
Woeהוֹיto the one who gainsבֹּצֵעַevilרָעgainבֶּצַעfor his house,לְבֵיתוֹto setלָשׂוּםon highבַּמָּרוֹםhis nest,קִנּוֹto be deliveredלְהִנָּצֵלfrom the handמִכַּףof evil!רָע
You have counseledיָעַצְתָּshameבֹּשֶׁתfor your house,לְבֵיתֶךָmaking an end ofקְצוֹתmanyרַבִּיםpeoples,עַמִּיםand you are sinningוְחוֹטֵאagainst your soul.נַפְשֶׁךָ
Forכִּיthe stoneאֶבֶןfrom the wallמִקִּירwill cry out,תִּזְעָקand the beamוְכָפִיסfrom the woodworkמֵעֵץwill answer it.יַעֲנֶנָּה
Woeהוֹיto the one who buildsבֹּנֶהa cityעִירwith bloodבְּדָמִיםand establishesוְכוֹנֵןa townקִרְיָהwith injustice!בְּעַוְלָה
Is it not,הֲלוֹאlook,הִנֵּהfromמֵאֵתYHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתthat peoplesוְ עַמִּיםlaborיִיגְעוּfor the fire,בְּדֵי אֵשׁand nationsוּלְאֻמִּיםgrow wearyיִעָפוּfor nothing?בְּדֵי רִיק
Forכִּיthe earthהָאָרֶץwill be filledתִּמָּלֵאwith the knowledgeלָדַעַתof the gloryאֶת כְּבוֹדof YHWH,יְהוָהas the watersכַּמַּיִםcoverיְכַסּוּthe sea.עַל יָם
Woeהוֹיto the one who gives his neighbor drink,מַשְׁקֵה רֵעֵהוּmixing inמְסַפֵּחַyour fury,חֲמָתְךָand evenוְאַףmaking him drunk,שַׁכֵּרin orderלְמַעַןto lookהַבִּיטonעַלtheir nakedness!מְעוֹרֵיהֶם
You are filledשָׂבַעְתָּwith dishonorקָלוֹןrather than glory;מִכָּבוֹדdrinkשְׁתֵהyou too,גַם אַתָּהand show yourself uncircumcised;וְהֵעָרֵלthe cupכּוֹסof the right handיְמִיןof YHWHיְהוָהwill come aroundתִּסּוֹבto you,עָלֶיךָand disgraceוְקִיקָלוֹןwill be on your glory.עַל כְּבוֹדֶךָ
Forכִּיthe violence done toחֲמַסLebanonלְבָנוֹןwill cover you,יְכַסֶּךָּand the devastationוְשֹׁדof the beastsבְּהֵמוֹתwill terrify you,יְחִיתַןfor the bloodמִדְּמֵיof human beingsאָדָםand violenceוַחֲמַסdone to the land,אֶרֶץto the city,קִרְיָהand to allוְכָלwho dwellיֹשְׁבֵיin it.בָהּ
Whatמָהdoes a carved imageפֶּסֶלprofitהוֹעִילwhenכִּיits makerיֹצְרוֹhas carved it,פְסָלוֹa cast imageמַסֵּכָהand a teacherוּמוֹרֶהof falsehood,שָּׁקֶרthatכִּיthe makerיֹצֵרof his workיִצְרוֹtrustsבָטַחin it,עָלָיוto makeלַעֲשׂוֹתmuteאִלְּמִיםidols?אֱלִילִים
Woeהוֹיto the one who saysאֹמֵרto the wood,לָעֵץ‘Awake!’הָקִיצָה‘Arise!’עוּרִיto the muteדּוּמָםstone!לְאֶבֶןWill itהוּאteach?יוֹרֶהLook,הִנֵּהitהוּאis overlaidתָּפוּשׂwith goldזָהָבand silver,וָכֶסֶףand there is noאֵיןbreathרוּחַat allוְכָלin it.בְּקִרְבּוֹ
But YHWHוַיהוָהis in his holyבְּ קָדְשׁוֹtemple;הֵיכַלsilenceהַסbefore him,מִפָּנָיוallכָּלthe earth!”הָאָרֶץ