YHWH,יְהוָהyou areאַתָּהmy Elohim;אֱלֹהַיI will exalt you,אֲרוֹמִמְךָI will give thanksאוֹדֶהto your name,שִׁמְךָforכִּיyou have doneעָשִׂיתָa wonder,פֶּלֶאplansעֵצוֹתfrom long ago,מֵרָחוֹקsteadfastאֹמֶןfaithfulness.אֱמוּנָה
Forכִּיyou have madeשַׂמְתָּthe cityמֵעִירinto a heap,לַגָּלthe fortifiedבְצוּרָהtownקִרְיָהinto a ruin,לְמַפֵּלָהthe palaceאַרְמוֹןof strangersזָרִיםno longerמֵa city;עִירit will neverלְעוֹלָם לֹאbe rebuilt.יִבָּנֶה
Thereforeעַל כֵּןa strongעָזpeopleעַםwill honor you;יְכַבְּדוּךָthe townקִרְיַתof tyrantעָרִיצִיםnationsגּוֹיִםwill fear you.יִירָאוּךָ
Forכִּיyou have beenהָיִיתָa strongholdמָעוֹזfor the poor,לַדָּלa strongholdמָעוֹזfor the needyלָאֶבְיוֹןin his distress,בַּצַּר לוֹa refugeמַחְסֶהfrom the downpour,מִזֶּרֶםa shadeצֵלfrom the heat;מֵחֹרֶבforכִּיthe blastרוּחַof the tyrantsעָרִיצִיםis like a downpourכְּזֶרֶםagainst a wall.קִיר
Like heatכְּחֹרֶבin a dry land,בְּצָיוֹןthe uproarשְׁאוֹןof strangersזָרִיםyou subdue;תַּכְנִיעַas heatחֹרֶבby the shadeבְּצֵלof a cloud,עָבthe songזְמִירof the tyrantsעָרִיצִיםis brought low.יַעֲנֶה
And YHWHוְ יְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתwill makeעָשָׂהfor allלְכָלthe peoplesהָעַמִּיםon this mountainבָּהָר הַזֶּהa feastמִשְׁתֵּהof rich foods,שְׁמָנִיםa feastמִשְׁתֵּהof aged wines,שְׁמָרִיםof rich foodsשְׁמָנִיםfull of marrow,מְמֻחָיִםof aged winesשְׁמָרִיםwell refined.מְזֻקָּקִים
And he will swallow upוּבִלַּעon this mountainבָּהָר הַזֶּהthe surfaceפְּנֵיof the veil,הַלּוֹטthe veilלּוֹטthat isהַover allעַל כָּלthe peoples,הָעַמִּיםand the coveringוְהַמַּסֵּכָהthat is spreadהַנְּסוּכָהover allעַל כָּלthe nations.הַגּוֹיִם
He will swallow upבִּלַּעdeathהַמָּוֶתforever,לָנֶצַחand Adonaiוּ אֲדֹנָיYHWHיְהוִהwill wipe awayמָחָהthe tearsדִּמְעָהfromמֵעַלallכָּלfaces,פָּנִיםand the reproachוְחֶרְפַּתof his peopleעַמּוֹhe will removeיָסִירfromמֵעַלallכָּלthe earth,הָאָרֶץforכִּיYHWHיְהוָהhas spoken.דִּבֵּר
And one will sayוְאָמַרon that day,בַּיּוֹם הַהוּא“Look,הִנֵּהthis isזֶהour Elohim;אֱלֹהֵינוּwe have waitedקִוִּינוּfor him,לוֹand he will save us.וְיוֹשִׁיעֵנוּThis isזֶהYHWH;יְהוָהwe have waitedקִוִּינוּfor him;לוֹlet us rejoiceנָגִילָהand be gladוְנִשְׂמְחָהin his salvation.”בִּישׁוּעָתוֹ
Forכִּיthe handיַדof YHWHיְהוָהwill restתָנוּחַon this mountain,בָּהָר הַזֶּהand Moabוְ מוֹאָבwill be trampledנָדוֹשׁunder himתַּחְתָּיוas strawכְּ מַתְבֵּןis trampledהִדּוּשׁinבְּמוֹthe dung pit.מַדְמֵנָה
And he will spread outוּפֵרַשׂhis handsיָדָיוin its midst,בְּקִרְבּוֹasכַּאֲשֶׁרthe swimmerהַשֹּׂחֶהspreads out his handsיְפָרֵשׂto swim;לִשְׂחוֹתand he will bring lowוְהִשְׁפִּילhis prideגַּאֲוָתוֹtogether withעִםthe tricksאָרְבּוֹתof his hands.יָדָיו
And the fortress,וּמִבְצַרthe high refugeמִשְׂגַּבof your walls,חוֹמֹתֶיךָhe will bring down,הֵשַׁחhe will lay low,הִשְׁפִּילhe will bring itהִגִּיעַto the ground,לָאָרֶץtoעַדthe dust.עָפָר