Woeהוֹיto the crownעֲטֶרֶתof prideגֵּאוּתof the drunkardsשִׁכֹּרֵיof Ephraim,אֶפְרַיִםand to the fadingוְ נֹבֵלflower,צִיץthe adornmentצְבִיof its beauty,תִפְאַרְתּוֹwhich isאֲשֶׁרon the headעַל רֹאשׁof the valleyגֵּיאof fatnessשְׁמָנִיםof those struck downהֲלוּמֵיby wine!יָיִן
Look,הִנֵּהAdonai hasלַאדֹנָיone strongחָזָקand mighty,וְאַמִּץlike a downpourכְּזֶרֶםof hail,בָּרָדa destroyingקָטֶבstorm,שַׂעַרlike a downpourכְּזֶרֶםof mightyכַּבִּירִיםwatersמַיִםthat sweep away;שֹׁטְפִיםhe casts it downהִנִּיחַto the earthלָאָרֶץwith the hand.בְּיָד
Under feetבְּרַגְלַיִםwill be trampledתֵּרָמַסְנָהthe crownעֲטֶרֶתof prideגֵּאוּתof the drunkardsשִׁכּוֹרֵיof Ephraim.אֶפְרָיִם
Andוְthe fadingנֹבֵלflower,צִיצַתthe adornmentצְבִיof its beauty,תִפְאַרְתּוֹwhich isאֲשֶׁרon the headעַל רֹאשׁof the valleyגֵּיאof fatness,שְׁמָנִיםwill beהָיְתָהlike an early figכְּבִכּוּרָהּbeforeבְּטֶרֶםthe summer,קַיִץwhichאֲשֶׁרthe one who seesהָרֹאֶהsees it,יִרְאֶה אוֹתָהּand while it is stillבְּעוֹדָהּin his handבְּכַפּוֹhe swallows it.יִבְלָעֶנָּה
On that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאYHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתwill beיִהְיֶהa crownלַעֲטֶרֶתof adornmentצְבִיand a diademוְלִצְפִירַתof beautyתִּפְאָרָהfor the remnantלִשְׁאָרof his people,עַמּוֹ
and a spiritוּלְרוּחַof judgmentמִשְׁפָּטfor the one who sitsלַיּוֹשֵׁבon the judgment seat,עַל הַמִּשְׁפָּטand mightוְלִגְבוּרָהfor those who turn backמְשִׁיבֵיthe battleמִלְחָמָהat the gate.שָׁעְרָה
But theseוְ אֵלֶּהalsoגַםstaggerשָׁגוּwith wineבַּיַּיִןand strayוּ תָּעוּwith intoxicating drink;בַשֵּׁכָרpriestכֹּהֵןand prophetוְנָבִיאstaggerשָׁגוּwith intoxicating drink;בַשֵּׁכָרthey are swallowedנִבְלְעוּby wine,מִן הַיַּיִןthey strayתָּעוּbecause of intoxicating drink;מִן הַשֵּׁכָרthey staggerשָׁגוּin vision,בָּרֹאֶהthey stumbleפָּקוּin giving verdict.פְּלִילִיָּה
Forכִּיallכָּלtablesשֻׁלְחָנוֹתare fullמָלְאוּof vomit,קִיאof filth,צֹאָהwithoutבְּלִיa clean place.מָקוֹם
“Whomאֶת מִיwill he teachיוֹרֶהknowledge,דֵעָהand to whomוְאֶת מִיwill he explainיָבִיןthe message?שְׁמוּעָהThose weanedגְּמוּלֵיfrom milk,מֵחָלָבthose takenעַתִּיקֵיfrom the breasts?מִשָּׁדָיִם
For it isכִּיcommandצַוupon command,לָצָוcommandצַוupon command,לָצָוlineקַוupon line,לָקָוlineקַוupon line,לָקָוa littleזְעֵירhere,שָׁםa littleזְעֵירthere.”שָׁם
Forכִּיwith stammeringsבְּלַעֲגֵיof lipשָׂפָהand with another tongueוּבְלָשׁוֹן אַחֶרֶתhe will speakיְדַבֵּרto this people,אֶל הָעָם הַזֶּה
to whomאֲשֶׁרhe said,אָמַר אֲלֵיהֶם“This isזֹאתthe rest;הַמְּנוּחָהgive restהָנִיחוּto the weary;לֶעָיֵףand this isוְזֹאתthe repose.”הַמַּרְגֵּעָהButוְthey were notלֹאwillingאָבוּאto hear.שְׁמוֹעַ
And the wordוְ דְּבַרof YHWHיְהוָהwill beהָיָהto themלָהֶםcommandצַוupon command,לָצָוcommandצַוupon command,לָצָוlineקַוupon line,לָקָוlineקַוupon line,לָקָוa littleזְעֵירhere,שָׁםa littleזְעֵירthere,שָׁםso thatלְמַעַןthey will goיֵלְכוּand stumbleוְכָשְׁלוּbackward,אָחוֹרand be broken,וְנִשְׁבָּרוּand be snared,וְנוֹקְשׁוּand be captured.וְנִלְכָּדוּ
Thereforeלָכֵןhearשִׁמְעוּthe wordדְבַרof YHWH,יְהוָהyou menאַנְשֵׁיof scoffing,לָצוֹןrulersמֹשְׁלֵיof this peopleהָעָם הַזֶּהthat isאֲשֶׁרin Jerusalem.בִּירוּשָׁלִָם
Becauseכִּיyou have said,אֲמַרְתֶּם“We have madeכָּרַתְנוּa covenantבְרִיתwith death,אֶת מָוֶתand with Sheolוְעִם שְׁאוֹלwe have madeעָשִׂינוּan agreement;חֹזֶהthe sweepingשׁוֹטֵףwhip,שׁוֹטwhenכִּיit passes through,יַעֲבֹרwill notלֹאcome to us,יְבוֹאֵנוּforכִּיwe have madeשַׂמְנוּa lieכָזָבour refuge,מַחְסֵנוּand in falsehoodוּבַשֶּׁקֶרwe have hidden ourselves.”נִסְתָּרְנוּ
ThereforeלָכֵןthusכֹּהsaysאָמַרAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH:יְהוִה“Look,הִנְIנִיhave laid as a foundationיִסַּדin Zionבְּצִיּוֹןa stone,אָבֶןa testedבֹּחַןstone,אֶבֶןa preciousיִקְרַתcornerstone,פִּנַּתa foundationמוּסָדwell founded;מוּסָּדthe one who believesהַמַּאֲמִיןwill notלֹאhurry.יָחִישׁ
And I will makeוְשַׂמְתִּיjusticeמִשְׁפָּטthe measuring lineלְקָוand righteousnessוּצְדָקָהthe plumb line;לְמִשְׁקָלֶתand hailוְ בָרָדwill carry awayיָעָהthe refugeמַחְסֵהof lies,כָזָבand the hiding place,וְסֵתֶרwatersמַיִםwill sweep it away.יִשְׁטֹפוּ
And your covenantוְ בְּרִיתְכֶםwith deathאֶת מָוֶתwill be annulled,כֻפַּרand your agreementוְחָזוּתְכֶםwith Sheolאֶת שְׁאוֹלwill notלֹאstand;תָקוּםthe sweepingשׁוֹטֵףwhip,שׁוֹטwhenכִּיit passes through,יַעֲבֹרyou will beוִהְיִיתֶםtrampledלְמִרְמָסby it.לוֹ
As often asמִדֵּיit passes through,עָבְרוֹit will takeיִקַּחyou;אֶתְכֶםforכִּיmorning by morningבַבֹּקֶר בַּבֹּקֶרit will pass through,יַעֲבֹרby dayבַּיּוֹםand by night;וּבַלָּיְלָהand it will beוְהָיָהsheerרַקterrorזְוָעָהto understandהָבִיןthe message.”שְׁמוּעָה
Forכִּיthe bedהַמַּצָּעis too shortקָצַרto stretch out on,מֵהִשְׂתָּרֵעַand the coveringוְהַמַּסֵּכָהtoo narrowצָרָהto wrap oneself in.כְּהִתְכַּנֵּס
Forכִּיas atכְMountהַרPerazimפְּרָצִיםYHWHיְהוָהwill rise up,יָקוּםas inכְּthe valleyעֵמֶקat Gibeonבְּגִבְעוֹןhe will rage,יִרְגָּזto doלַעֲשׂוֹתhis work,מַעֲשֵׂהוּstrange isזָרhis work,מַעֲשֵׂהוּand to performוְלַעֲבֹדhis labor,עֲבֹדָתוֹalien isנָכְרִיָּהhis labor.עֲבֹדָתוֹ
And nowוְעַתָּהdo notאַלscoff,תִּתְלוֹצָצוּlestפֶּןyour bondsמוֹסְרֵיכֶםbe made strong;יֶחְזְקוּforכִּיan extermination,כָלָהand one decreed,וְנֶחֱרָצָהI have heardשָׁמַעְתִּיfromמֵאֵתAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWHיְהוִהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתupon allעַל כָּלthe earth.הָאָרֶץ
Give earהַאֲזִינוּand hearוְשִׁמְעוּmy voice;קוֹלִיpay attentionהַקְשִׁיבוּand hearוְשִׁמְעוּmy saying.אִמְרָתִי
Doesהֲthe plowmanהַחֹרֵשׁplowיַחֲרֹשׁallכֹלdayהַיּוֹםto sow?לִזְרֹעַDoes he break openיְפַתַּחand harrowוִישַׂדֵּדhis ground?אַדְמָתוֹ
Is it notהֲלוֹאthat, whenאִםhe has leveledשִׁוָּהits surface,פָנֶיהָhe scattersוְהֵפִיץblack cuminקֶצַחand throwsוְ יִזְרֹקcumin,כַמֹּןand putsוְשָׂםwheatחִטָּהin rowsשׂוֹרָהand barleyוּשְׂעֹרָהin its marked placeנִסְמָןand speltוְכֻסֶּמֶתat its border?גְּבֻלָתוֹ
And he instructs himוְיִסְּרוֹin the proper way;לַמִּשְׁפָּטhis Elohimאֱלֹהָיוteaches him.יוֹרֶנּוּ
Forכִּיblack cuminקֶצַחis notלֹאthreshedיוּדַשׁwith a threshing sledge,בֶחָרוּץnor is a wheelוְאוֹפַןof a cartעֲגָלָהrolledיוּסָּבover cumin;עַל כַּמֹּןbutכִּיblack cuminקֶצַחis beaten outיֵחָבֶטwith a stick,בַמַּטֶּהand cuminוְכַמֹּןwith a rod.בַּשָּׁבֶט
Bread grainלֶחֶםis crushed,יוּדָקbutכִּיhe does notלֹאkeep threshing itאָדוֹשׁ יְדוּשֶׁנּוּforever;לָנֶצַחandוְthough he drivesהָמַםthe wheelגִּלְגַּלof his cartעֶגְלָתוֹand his horses,וּפָרָשָׁיוhe does notלֹאcrush it.יְדֻקֶּנּוּ
ThisזֹאתalsoגַּםcomesיָצָאָהfromמֵעִםYHWHיְהוָהTsevaot;צְבָאוֹתhe makes wonderfulהִפְלִיאhis counsel,עֵצָהhe makes greatהִגְדִּילhis sound judgment.תּוּשִׁיָּה