Woe,הוֹיAriel,אֲרִיאֵלAriel,אֲרִיאֵלtown whereקִרְיַתDavidדָוִדencamped!חָנָהAddסְפוּyearשָׁנָהto year;עַל שָׁנָהlet the feastsחַגִּיםgo around.יִנְקֹפוּ
And I will distressוַהֲצִיקוֹתִיAriel,לַאֲרִיאֵלand there will beוְהָיְתָהmourningתַאֲנִיָּהand moaning,וַאֲנִיָּהand she will beוְהָיְתָהto meלִּיlike an Ariel.כַּאֲרִיאֵל
And I will encampוְחָנִיתִיin a circleכַדּוּרagainst you,עָלָיִךְand I will besiege youוְצַרְתִּי עָלַיִךְwith a guard post,מֻצָּבand I will raiseוַהֲקִימֹתִיagainst youעָלַיִךְsiege works.מְצֻרֹת
And you will be brought low;וְשָׁפַלְתְּfrom the earthמֵאֶרֶץyou will speak,תְּדַבֵּרִיand from the dustוּמֵעָפָרyour sayingאִמְרָתֵךְwill come low;תִּשַּׁחand your voiceקוֹלֵךְwill beוְהָיָהlikeכְּa spirit of the deadאוֹבfrom the earth,מֵאֶרֶץand from the dustוּמֵעָפָרyour sayingאִמְרָתֵךְwill whisper.תְּצַפְצֵף
And the multitudeוְ הֲמוֹןof your strangersזָרָיִךְwill beהָיָהlike fineכְּ דַּקdust,אָבָקand the multitudeוּ הֲמוֹןof the tyrantsעָרִיצִיםlike chaffכְמֹץthat passes away;עֹבֵרand it will happenוְהָיָהin an instant,לְפֶתַעsuddenly.פִּתְאֹם
FromמֵעִםYHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתshe will be visitedתִּפָּקֵדwith thunderבְּרַעַםand with earthquakeוּבְרַעַשׁand a greatוְ גָּדוֹלnoise,קוֹלwhirlwindסוּפָהand tempestוּסְעָרָהand the flameוְלַהַבof a devouringאוֹכֵלָהfire.אֵשׁ
And like a dream,וְ כַּחֲלוֹםa visionחֲזוֹןof the night,לַיְלָהwill beהָיָהthe multitudeהֲמוֹןof allכָּלthe nationsהַגּוֹיִםthat wage warהַצֹּבְאִיםagainst Ariel,עַל אֲרִיאֵלand allוְכָלwho wage war against herצֹבֶיהָand her fortress,וּמְצֹדָתָהּand those who distress her.וְהַמְּצִיקִים לָהּ
And it will beוְהָיָהas whenכַּאֲשֶׁרthe hungry manהָרָעֵבdreams,יַחֲלֹםand look,וְהִנֵּהhe is eating,אוֹכֵלand he awakes,וְהֵקִיץand his soulוְ נַפְשׁוֹis empty;רֵיקָהand as whenוְכַאֲשֶׁרthe thirsty manהַצָּמֵאdreams,יַחֲלֹםand look,וְהִנֵּהhe is drinking,שֹׁתֶהand he awakes,וְהֵקִיץand look,וְהִנֵּהhe is faint,עָיֵףand his soulוְנַפְשׁוֹlongs;שׁוֹקֵקָהsoכֵּןwill beיִהְיֶהthe multitudeהֲמוֹןof allכָּלthe nationsהַגּוֹיִםthat wage warהַצֹּבְאִיםagainst Mountעַל הַרZion.צִיּוֹן
Lingerהִתְמַהְמְהוּand be astonished;וּתְמָהוּblind yourselvesהִשְׁתַּעַשְׁעוּand be blind!וָשֹׁעוּThey are drunk,שָׁכְרוּbut notוְלֹאwith wine;יַיִןthey sway,נָעוּbut notוְלֹאwith intoxicating drink.שֵׁכָר
ForכִּיYHWHיְהוָהhas poured outנָסַךְon youעֲלֵיכֶםa spiritרוּחַof deep sleep,תַּרְדֵּמָהand he has shutוַיְעַצֵּםyour eyes,אֶת עֵינֵיכֶםthe prophets,אֶת הַנְּבִיאִיםand your heads,וְאֶת רָאשֵׁיכֶםthe seers,הַחֹזִיםhe has covered.כִּסָּה
And the visionוַ חָזוּתof all thisהַכֹּלhas becomeתְּהִיfor youלָכֶםlike the wordsכְּדִבְרֵיof a bookהַסֵּפֶרthat is sealed,הֶחָתוּםwhichאֲשֶׁרthey giveיִתְּנוּ אֹתוֹto one who knowsאֶל יוֹדֵעַletters,סֵפֶרsaying,לֵאמֹר“Readקְרָאpleaseנָאthis,”זֶהand he says,וְאָמַר“I cannot,לֹא אוּכַלforכִּיit is sealed.”חָתוּם הוּא
And the bookוְ הַסֵּפֶרis givenנִתַּןto one whoעַל אֲשֶׁרdoes notלֹאknowיָדַעletters,סֵפֶרsaying,לֵאמֹר“Readקְרָאpleaseנָאthis,”זֶהand he says,וְאָמַר“I do notלֹאknowיָדַעְתִּיletters.”סֵפֶר
And Adonaiוַ אֲדֹנָיsaid:יֹּאמֶר“Becauseיַעַן כִּיthis peopleהָעָם הַזֶּהdraws nearנִגַּשׁwith its mouth,בְּפִיוand with its lipsוּבִשְׂפָתָיוthey honor me,כִּבְּדוּנִיbut its heartוְלִבּוֹit has removed farרִחַקfrom me,מִמֶּנִּיand their fearוַ יִרְאָתָםof meאֹתִיisתְּהִיa commandmentמִצְוַתof menאֲנָשִׁיםlearned by rote,מְלֻמָּדָה
thereforeלָכֵןlook, Iהִנְנִיwill againיוֹסִףdo wondersלְהַפְלִיאwith this people,אֶת הָעָם הַזֶּהa wonderהַפְלֵאand a marvel;וָפֶלֶאand the wisdomוְ חָכְמַתof its wise menחֲכָמָיוwill perish,אָבְדָהand the understandingוּבִינַתof its men of understandingנְבֹנָיוwill be hidden.”תִּסְתַּתָּר
Woeהוֹיto those who go deepהַמַּעֲמִיקִיםto hideלַסְתִּרtheir planעֵצָהfrom YHWH,מֵיהוָהand their worksמַעֲשֵׂיהֶםareוְהָיָהin the dark,בְמַחְשָׁךְand they say,וַיֹּאמְרוּ“Whoמִיsees us?רֹאֵנוּAnd whoוּמִיknows us?”יוֹדְעֵנוּ
Your perversity!הַפְכְּכֶםIsאִםthe potterהַיֹּצֵרto be regardedיֵחָשֵׁבas the clay,כְּחֹמֶרthatכִּיthe thing madeמַעֲשֶׂהshould sayיֹאמַרof its maker,לְעֹשֵׂהוּ“He did notלֹאmake me,”עָשָׂנִיand the vesselוְיֵצֶרsayאָמַרof its potter,לְיוֹצְרוֹ“He has noלֹאunderstanding”?הֵבִין
Is it notהֲלוֹאyetעוֹדa little,מְעַטa very little,מִזְעָרand Lebanonוְ לְבָנוֹןwill turnשָׁבinto an orchard,לַכַּרְמֶלand the orchardוְהַכַּרְמֶלwill be regardedיֵחָשֵׁבas a forest?לַיַּעַר
And on that dayוְ בַיּוֹם הַהוּאthe deafהַחֵרְשִׁיםwill hearשָׁמְעוּthe wordsדִּבְרֵיof a book,סֵפֶרand out of gloomוּמֵאֹפֶלand out of darknessוּמֵחֹשֶׁךְthe eyesעֵינֵיof the blindעִוְרִיםwill see.תִּרְאֶינָה
And the humbleוְ עֲנָוִיםwill increaseיָסְפוּgladnessשִׂמְחָהin YHWH,בַּיהוָהand the needyוְאֶבְיוֹנֵיamong human beingsאָדָםwill rejoiceיָגִילוּin the Holy Oneבִּקְדוֹשׁof Israel.יִשְׂרָאֵל
Forכִּיthe tyrantעָרִיץhas come to nothing,אָפֵסand the scofferוְ לֵץis finished,כָלָהand allכָּלwho watch forשֹׁקְדֵיwickednessאָוֶןwill be cut off,וְנִכְרְתוּ
who make a personאָדָםsinמַחֲטִיאֵיby a word,בְּדָבָרand for him who reprovesוְלַמּוֹכִיחַin the gateבַּשַּׁעַרlay snares,יְקֹשׁוּןand turn asideוַיַּטּוּthe righteousצַדִּיקwith emptiness.בַתֹּהוּ
ThereforeלָכֵןthusכֹּהsaysאָמַרYHWHיְהוָהto the houseאֶל בֵּיתof Jacob,יַעֲקֹבhe whoאֲשֶׁרransomedפָּדָהAbraham:אֶת אַבְרָהָם“Jacobיַעֲקֹבwill notלֹאnowעַתָּהbe ashamed,יֵבוֹשׁand his faceפָּנָיוwill notוְלֹאnowעַתָּהgrow pale.יֶחֱוָרוּ
Forכִּיwhen he seesבִרְאֹתוֹhis children,יְלָדָיוthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof my hands,יָדַיin his midst,בְּקִרְבּוֹthey will sanctifyיַקְדִּישׁוּmy name;שְׁמִיand they will sanctifyוְהִקְדִּישׁוּthe Holy Oneאֶת קְדוֹשׁof Jacob,יַעֲקֹבand the Elohimוְאֶת אֱלֹהֵיof Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלthey will stand in dread of.יַעֲרִיצוּ
And those who strayוְ תֹעֵיin spiritרוּחַwill knowיָדְעוּunderstanding,בִּינָהand those who murmurוְרוֹגְנִיםwill learnיִלְמְדוּteaching.”לֶקַח