Woeהוֹיto those who decreeהַחֹקְקִיםdecreesחִקְקֵיof wickedness,אָוֶןand to the writersוּמְכַתְּבִיםwho writeכִּתֵּבוּsuffering,עָמָל
to turn asideלְהַטּוֹתthe poorדַּלִּיםfrom judgment,מִדִּיןand to robוְלִגְזֹלthe afflictedעֲנִיֵּיof my peopleעַמִּיof justice,מִשְׁפַּטso that widowsאַלְמָנוֹתbecomeלִהְיוֹתtheir spoil,שְׁלָלָםand that they may plunderיָבֹזּוּthe orphans!וְ יְתוֹמִים
And whatוּמַהwill you doתַּעֲשׂוּon the dayלְיוֹםof visitation,פְּקֻדָּהand in the stormוּלְשׁוֹאָהthat will comeתָּבוֹאfrom afar?מִמֶּרְחָקTo whomעַל מִיwill you fleeתָּנוּסוּfor help,לְעֶזְרָהand whereוְאָנָהwill you leaveתַעַזְבוּyour wealth?כְּבוֹדְכֶם
Nothing remains butבִּלְתִּיto crouchכָרַעamongתַּחַתthe prisoners,אַסִּירand amongוְתַחַתthe slainהֲרוּגִיםthey will fall.יִפֹּלוּFor allבְּכָלthisזֹאתhis angerאַפּוֹhas notלֹאturned back,שָׁבand his handיָדוֹis stillוְעוֹדstretched out.נְטוּיָה
Woeהוֹיto Assyria,אַשּׁוּרthe rodשֵׁבֶטof my anger!אַפִּיAnd the staffוּמַטֶּהin their handבְיָדָםisהוּאmy indignation.זַעְמִי
Against a godlessחָנֵףnationבְּגוֹיI send it,אֲשַׁלְּחֶנּוּand against the peopleוְעַל עַםof my furyעֶבְרָתִיI command it,אֲצַוֶּנּוּto takeלִשְׁלֹלspoilשָׁלָלand to seizeוְלָבֹזplunder,בַּזand to make itוּלְשׂוּמוֹa thing trampledמִרְמָסlike the mudכְּחֹמֶרof the streets.חוּצוֹת
But heוְהוּאdoes notלֹאimagineיְדַמֶּהit so,כֵןand his heartוּלְבָבוֹdoes notלֹאplanיַחְשֹׁבso;כֵןforכִּיto destroyלְהַשְׁמִידis in his heart,בִּלְבָבוֹand to cut offוּלְהַכְרִיתnationsגּוֹיִםnotלֹאa few.מְעָט
Forכִּיhe says,יֹאמַר“Are notהֲלֹאmy princesשָׂרַיallיַחְדָּוkings?מְלָכִים
Is notהֲלֹאCalnoכַּלְנוֹlike Carchemish?כְּכַרְכְּמִישׁIs notאִם לֹאHamathחֲמָתlike Arpad?כְאַרְפַּדIs notאִם לֹאSamariaשֹׁמְרוֹןlike Damascus?כְדַמֶּשֶׂק
Asכַּאֲשֶׁרmy handיָדִיhas reachedמָצְאָהthe kingdomsלְמַמְלְכֹתof the idol,הָאֱלִילand their carved imagesוּפְסִילֵיהֶםwere more than those of Jerusalemמִירוּשָׁלִַםand of Samaria,וּמִשֹּׁמְרוֹן
shall I not,הֲלֹאasכַּאֲשֶׁרI have doneעָשִׂיתִיto Samariaלְשֹׁמְרוֹןand to her idols,וְלֶאֱלִילֶיהָsoכֵּןdoאֶעֱשֶׂהto Jerusalemלִירוּשָׁלִַםand to her idols?”וְלַעֲצַבֶּיהָ
And it will happenוְהָיָהwhenכִּיAdonaiאֲדֹנָיhas finishedיְבַצַּעallכָּלhis workמַעֲשֵׂהוּon MountבְּהַרZionצִיּוֹןand in Jerusalem,וּבִירוּשָׁלִָםthat I will punishאֶפְקֹד עַלthe fruitפְּרִיof the greatnessגֹדֶלof heartלְבַבof the kingמֶלֶךְof Assyriaאַשּׁוּרand the beautyוְעַל תִּפְאֶרֶתof the heightרוּםof his eyes.עֵינָיו
Forכִּיhe has said,אָמַר“By the strengthבְּכֹחַof my handיָדִיI have done it,עָשִׂיתִיand by my wisdom,וּבְחָכְמָתִיforכִּיI have understanding;נְבֻנוֹתִיand I have removedוְאָסִירthe boundariesגְּבוּלֹתof peoples,עַמִּיםand their treasuresוַעֲתוּדוֹתֵיהֶםI have plundered;שׁוֹשֵׂתִיand like a mighty oneכַּאבִּירI have brought downוְאוֹרִידthose who sat on thrones.יוֹשְׁבִים
And my handיָדִיhas found,וַתִּמְצָאlike a nest,כַקֵּןthe wealthלְחֵילof the peoples;הָעַמִּיםand as one gathersוְכֶאֱסֹףabandonedעֲזֻבוֹתeggs,בֵּיצִיםallכָּלthe earthהָאָרֶץIאֲנִיhave gathered;אָסָפְתִּיand there wasהָיָהno oneוְלֹאwho movedנֹדֵדa wing,כָּנָףor openedוּפֹצֶהa mouth,פֶהor chirped.”וּמְצַפְצֵף
Shall the axeהַגַּרְזֶןboastהֲיִתְפָּאֵרover the one who chopsעַל הַחֹצֵבwith it?בּוֹOrאִםshall the sawהַמַּשּׂוֹרmagnify itselfיִתְגַּדֵּלagainst the one who wields it?עַל מְנִיפוֹAs ifכְּa rodשֵׁבֶטshould wieldהָנִיףthose who lift it,וְ מְרִימָיוas ifכְּa staffמַטֶּהshould liftהָרִיםone who is notלֹאwood!עֵץ
Thereforeלָכֵןthe Lord,הָאָדוֹןYHWHיְהוָהTsevaot,צְבָאוֹתwill sendיְשַׁלַּחleannessרָזוֹןamong his stout ones,בְּמִשְׁמַנָּיוand underוְתַחַתhis gloryכְּבֹדוֹa burningיְקֹדwill burnיֵקַדlike the burningכִּיקוֹדof fire.אֵשׁ
And the lightוְ אוֹרof Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלwill becomeהָיָהa fire,לְאֵשׁand his Holy Oneוּקְדוֹשׁוֹa flame;לְלֶהָבָהand it will burnוּבָעֲרָהand devourוְאָכְלָהhis thornsשִׁיתוֹand his briersוּשְׁמִירוֹin oneאֶחָדday.בְּיוֹם
And the gloryוּכְבוֹדof his forestיַעְרוֹand of his fruitful landוְכַרְמִלּוֹhe will consume,יְכַלֶּהfrom soulמִנֶּפֶשׁeven to flesh;וְעַד בָּשָׂרand it will beוְהָיָהlike the wasting awayכִּמְסֹסof a sick man.נֹסֵס
And the remnantוּשְׁאָרof the treesעֵץof his forestיַעְרוֹwill beיִהְיוּa numberמִסְפָּרthat a boyוְנַעַרcan write down.יִכְתְּבֵם
And it will happenוְהָיָהon that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאthat the remnantשְׁאָרof Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלand the escapedוּפְלֵיטַתof the houseבֵּיתof Jacobיַעֲקֹבwill no longerלֹא יוֹסִיף עוֹדleanלְהִשָּׁעֵןon the one who struck them,עַל מַכֵּהוּbut will leanוְנִשְׁעַןon YHWH,עַל יְהוָהthe Holy Oneקְדוֹשׁof Israel,יִשְׂרָאֵלin truth.בֶּאֱמֶת
A remnantשְׁאָרwill return,יָשׁוּבthe remnantשְׁאָרof Jacob,יַעֲקֹבtoאֶלValiant El.אֵל גִּבּוֹר
For even ifכִּי אִםyour people,עַמְּךָIsrael,יִשְׂרָאֵלwereיִהְיֶהlike the sandכְּחוֹלof the sea,הַיָּםa remnantשְׁאָרof itבּוֹwill return;יָשׁוּבdestructionכִּלָּיוֹןis decreed,חָרוּץoverflowingשׁוֹטֵףwith righteousness.צְדָקָה
ForכִּיAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWHיְהוִהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתis makingעֹשֶׂהan extermination,כָלָהand it is decreed,וְנֶחֱרָצָהin the midstבְּקֶרֶבof allכָּלthe earth.הָאָרֶץ
Therefore,לָכֵןthusכֹּהsaysאָמַרAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWHיְהוִהTsevaot:צְבָאוֹתDo notאַלbe afraid,תִּירָאmy peopleעַמִּיwho dwellיֹשֵׁבin Zion,צִיּוֹןof Assyria,מֵאַשּׁוּרwhen he strikes youיַכֶּכָּהwith the rodבַּשֵּׁבֶטand lifts upיִשָּׂאhis staffוּמַטֵּהוּagainst youעָלֶיךָin the mannerבְּדֶרֶךְof Egypt.מִצְרָיִם
Forכִּיin yetעוֹדa little,מְעַטa very little while,מִזְעָרthe indignationזַעַםwill come to an end,וְכָלָהand my angerוְאַפִּיwill turn to their destruction.עַל תַּבְלִיתָם
And YHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתwill rouseוְעוֹרֵרagainst himעָלָיוa whip,שׁוֹטas the blowכְּמַכַּתon Midianמִדְיָןat the rockבְּצוּרof Oreb;עוֹרֵבand his staffוּמַטֵּהוּwill be over the sea,עַל הַיָּםand he will lift itוּנְשָׂאוֹin the mannerבְּדֶרֶךְof Egypt.מִצְרָיִם
And it will happenוְהָיָהon that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאthat his burdenסֻבֳּלוֹwill departיָסוּרfrom your shoulder,מֵעַל שִׁכְמֶךָand his yokeוְעֻלּוֹfrom your neck;מֵעַל צַוָּארֶךָand the yokeעֹלwill be destroyedוְחֻבַּלbecause ofמִפְּנֵיfatness.שָׁמֶן
He has comeבָּאto Aiath,עַל עַיַּתhe has passedעָבַרthrough Migron;בְּמִגְרוֹןat Michmashלְמִכְמָשׂhe storesיַפְקִידhis baggage.כֵּלָיו
They have crossedעָבְרוּthe pass;מַעְבָּרָה“Gebaגֶּבַעis a lodgingמָלוֹןfor us”;לָנוּRamahהָרָמָהtrembles;חָרְדָהGibeahגִּבְעַתof Saulשָׁאוּלhas fled.נָסָה
Cry aloudצַהֲלִיwith your voice,קוֹלֵךְdaughterבַּתof Gallim!גַּלִּיםListen,הַקְשִׁיבִיLaishah!לַיְשָׁהAfflictedעֲנִיָּהAnathoth!עֲנָתוֹת
Madmenahמַדְמֵנָהhas fled;נָדְדָהthe inhabitantsיֹשְׁבֵיof Gebimהַגֵּבִיםseek refuge.הֵעִיזוּ
Yetעוֹדtodayהַיּוֹםat Nobבְּנֹבhe will halt;לַעֲמֹדhe will shakeיְנֹפֵףhis handיָדוֹat the mountהַרof the daughterבַּתof Zion,צִיּוֹןthe hillגִּבְעַתof Jerusalem.יְרוּשָׁלִָם
Look,הִנֵּהthe Lord,הָאָדוֹןYHWHיְהוָהTsevaot,צְבָאוֹתlopsמְסָעֵףthe boughsפֻּארָהwith terror;בְּמַעֲרָצָהand the highוְרָמֵיof statureהַקּוֹמָהare hewn down,גְּדוּעִיםand the loftyוְהַגְּבֹהִיםwill be brought low.יִשְׁפָּלוּ
And the thicketsסִבְכֵיof the forestהַיַּעַרwill be cut downוְנִקַּףwith iron,בַּבַּרְזֶלand Lebanonוְהַלְּבָנוֹןwill fallיִפּוֹלby a magnificent one.בְּאַדִּיר