“Go downרְדִיand sitוּשְׁבִיon the dust,עַל עָפָרvirginבְּתוּלַתdaughterבַּתof Babylon;בָּבֶלsitשְׁבִיon the groundלָאָרֶץwithoutאֵיןa throne,כִּסֵּאdaughterבַּתof the Chaldeans;כַּשְׂדִּיםforכִּיthey will notלֹאagainתוֹסִיפִיcall youיִקְרְאוּ לָךְtenderרַכָּהand delicate.וַעֲנֻגָּה
Takeקְחִיthe millרֵחַיִםand grindוְטַחֲנִיflour;קָמַחuncoverגַּלִּיyour veil,צַמָּתֵךְlift upחֶשְׂפִּיthe skirt,שֹׁבֶלuncoverגַּלִּיthe leg,שׁוֹקcrossעִבְרִיthe rivers.נְהָרוֹת
Your nakednessעֶרְוָתֵךְwill be uncovered,תִּגָּלyour reproachחֶרְפָּתֵךְalsoגַּםwill be seen;תֵּרָאֶהI will takeאֶקָּחvengeance,נָקָםand I will notוְלֹאmeetאֶפְגַּעany human being.”אָדָם
Our Redeemer,גֹּאֲלֵנוּYHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתis his name,שְׁמוֹthe Holy Oneקְדוֹשׁof Israel.יִשְׂרָאֵל
“Sitשְׁבִיin silence,דוּמָםand goוּבֹאִיinto the darkness,בַחֹשֶׁךְdaughterבַּתof the Chaldeans;כַּשְׂדִּיםforכִּיthey will notלֹאagainתוֹסִיפִיcall youיִקְרְאוּ לָךְladyגְּבֶרֶתof kingdoms.מַמְלָכוֹת
I was angryקָצַפְתִּיwithעַלmy people,עַמִּיI profanedחִלַּלְתִּיmy inheritance,נַחֲלָתִיand I gave themוָאֶתְּנֵםinto your hand;בְּיָדֵךְyou showedשַׂמְתְּthemלָהֶםnoלֹאcompassion;רַחֲמִיםonעַלthe old manזָקֵןyou madeהִכְבַּדְתְּyour yokeעֻלֵּךְveryמְאֹדheavy.הִכְבַּדְתְּ
And you said,וַתֹּאמְרִי‘ForeverלְעוֹלָםI will beאֶהְיֶהlady,’גְבָרֶתto the pointעַדof notלֹאlayingשַׂמְתְּthese thingsאֵלֶּהonעַלyour heart;לִבֵּךְyou did notלֹאrememberזָכַרְתְּits end.אַחֲרִיתָהּ
And nowוְעַתָּהhearשִׁמְעִיthis,זֹאתvoluptuous one,עֲדִינָהwho sitsהַיּוֹשֶׁבֶתin security,לָבֶטַחwho saysהָאֹמְרָהin her heart,בִּלְבָבָהּ‘I,אֲנִיand no oneוְאַפְסִיelse;עוֹדI will notלֹאsitאֵשֵׁבas a widow,אַלְמָנָהnorוְלֹאknowאֵדַעloss of children.’שְׁכוֹל
Andוְthese two thingsשְׁתֵּי אֵלֶּהwill comeתָבֹאנָהto youלָּךְin a moment,רֶגַעin one day:בְּיוֹם אֶחָדloss of childrenשְׁכוֹלand widowhood;וְאַלְמֹןin their fullnessכְּתֻמָּםthey will comeבָּאוּupon you,עָלַיִךְin spite of the great numberבְּרֹבof your sorceries,כְּשָׁפַיִךְin spite of the great powerבְּעָצְמַת מְאֹדof your spells.חֲבָרַיִךְ
And you trustedוַתִּבְטְחִיin your wickedness;בְרָעָתֵךְyou said,אָמַרְתְּ‘No oneאֵיןsees me.’רֹאָנִיYour wisdomחָכְמָתֵךְand your knowledge,וְדַעְתֵּךְitהִיאled you astray;שׁוֹבְבָתֶךְand you saidוַתֹּאמְרִיin your heart,בְלִבֵּךְ‘I,אֲנִיand no oneוְאַפְסִיelse.’עוֹד
Andוּthere will comeבָאupon youעָלַיִךְevilרָעָהwhose dawnשַׁחְרָהּyou will notלֹאknow;תֵדְעִיandוְthere will fallתִפֹּלupon youעָלַיִךְdisasterהֹוָהthat you will notלֹאbe ableתוּכְלִיto make expiation for;כַּפְּרָהּandוְthere will comeתָבֹאupon youעָלַיִךְsuddenlyפִּתְאֹםruinשׁוֹאָהthat you will notלֹאknow.תֵדָעִי
Standעִמְדִיnowנָאwith your spellsבַחֲבָרַיִךְand with the great numberוּבְרֹבof your sorceries,כְּשָׁפַיִךְin whichבַּאֲשֶׁרyou have worn yourself outיָגַעַתְּfrom your youth;מִנְּעוּרָיִךְperhapsאוּלַיyou will be ableתּוּכְלִיto profit,הוֹעִילperhapsאוּלַיyou will cause terror.תַּעֲרוֹצִי
You are wearyנִלְאֵיתwith the great numberבְּרֹבof your counsels;עֲצָתָיִךְlet them stand upיַעַמְדוּnowנָאand save you,וְיוֹשִׁיעֻךְthose who divideהֹבְרֵיthe heavens,שָׁמַיִםwho gazeהַחֹזִיםat the stars,בַּכּוֹכָבִיםwho make knownמוֹדִיעִםat the new moonsלֶחֳדָשִׁיםwhatמֵאֲשֶׁרwill comeיָבֹאוּupon you.עָלָיִךְ
Look,הִנֵּהthey areהָיוּlike stubble;כְקַשׁfireאֵשׁburns them;שְׂרָפָתַםthey will notלֹאdeliverיַצִּילוּtheir soulאֶת נַפְשָׁםfrom the handמִיַּדof the flame;לֶהָבָהthere is noאֵיןcoalגַּחֶלֶתfor warming oneself,לַחְמָםno fireאוּרto sitלָשֶׁבֶתbefore.נֶגְדּוֹ
Soכֵּןthey areהָיוּto you,לָךְthose with whomאֲשֶׁרyou wore yourself out,יָגָעַתְּyour merchantsסֹחֲרַיִךְfrom your youth;מִנְּעוּרַיִךְeachאִישׁto his own sideלְעֶבְרוֹthey wander;תָּעוּthere is no oneאֵיןto save you.”מוֹשִׁיעֵךְ