The righteous oneהַצַּדִּיקperishes,אָבָדand there is noוְאֵיןoneאִישׁwho lays itשָׂםto heart;עַל לֵבand menוְאַנְשֵׁיof loyal loveחֶסֶדare gathered,נֶאֱסָפִיםwith noבְּאֵיןone who understandsמֵבִיןthatכִּיin the face ofמִפְּנֵיthe evilהָרָעָהthe righteous oneהַצַּדִּיקis gathered.נֶאֱסַף
He entersיָבוֹאinto peace;שָׁלוֹםthey restיָנוּחוּon their beds,עַל מִשְׁכְּבוֹתָםhe who walksהֹלֵךְin his uprightness.נְכֹחוֹ
“But you,וְאַתֶּםcome nearקִרְבוּhere,הֵנָּהsonsבְּנֵיof a sorceress,עֹנְנָהoffspringזֶרַעof an adultererמְנָאֵףand of her who prostitutes herself.וַתִּזְנֶה
Whomעַל מִיare you mocking?תִּתְעַנָּגוּAgainst whomעַל מִיdo you open wideתַּרְחִיבוּthe mouthפֶהand stick outתַּאֲרִיכוּthe tongue?לָשׁוֹןAre you notהֲלוֹא אַתֶּםchildrenיִלְדֵיof transgression,פֶשַׁעoffspringזֶרַעof falsehood,שָׁקֶר
who inflame yourselvesהַנֵּחָמִיםamong the terebinths,בָּאֵלִיםunderתַּחַתeveryכָּלleafyרַעֲנָןtree,עֵץwho slaughterשֹׁחֲטֵיthe childrenהַיְלָדִיםin the streambeds,בַּנְּחָלִיםunderתַּחַתthe cleftsסְעִפֵיof the rocks?הַסְּלָעִים
Among the smooth stonesבְּחַלְּקֵיof the streambedנַחַלis your portion;חֶלְקֵךְthey,הֵםtheyהֵםare your lot;גּוֹרָלֵךְalsoגַּםto themלָהֶםyou have poured outשָׁפַכְתְּa libation,נֶסֶךְyou have offered upהֶעֱלִיתan offering.מִנְחָהWith these thingsהַעַל אֵלֶּהshould I be appeased?אֶנָּחֵם
On a mountainעַל הַרhighגָּבֹהַּand lifted upוְנִשָּׂאyou have setשַׂמְתְּyour bed;מִשְׁכָּבֵךְalsoגַּםthereשָׁםyou went upעָלִיתto sacrificeלִזְבֹּחַa sacrifice.זָבַח
And behindוְאַחַרthe doorהַדֶּלֶתand the doorpostוְהַמְּזוּזָהyou have setשַׂמְתְּyour memorial;זִכְרוֹנֵךְforכִּיaway from meמֵאִתִּיyou uncovered yourself,גִּלִּיתand went up,וַתַּעֲלִיyou widenedהִרְחַבְתְּyour bed;מִשְׁכָּבֵךְand you made a covenantוַתִּכְרָתfor yourselfלָךְwith them;מֵהֶםyou lovedאָהַבְתְּtheir bed;מִשְׁכָּבָםtheir handיָדyou gazed on.חָזִית
And you wentוַתָּשֻׁרִיto the kingלַמֶּלֶךְwith oil,בַּשֶּׁמֶןand multipliedוַתַּרְבִּיyour perfumes;רִקֻּחָיִךְand you sentוַתְּשַׁלְּחִיyour messengersצִרַיִךְfar away,עַד מֵרָחֹקand lowered yourselfוַתַּשְׁפִּילִיdown toעַדSheol.שְׁאוֹל
With the great lengthבְּרֹבof your wayדַּרְכֵּךְyou wore yourself out;יָגַעַתְּyet you did notלֹאsay,אָמַרְתְּ‘It is no use.’נוֹאָשׁYou foundמָצָאתlifeחַיַּתfor your hand;יָדֵךְthereforeעַל כֵּןyou did notלֹאgrow faint.חָלִית
And of whomוְאֶת מִיwere you anxiousדָּאַגְתְּand afraid,וַתִּירְאִיthatכִּיyou lied,תְכַזֵּבִיandוְmeאוֹתִיyou did notלֹאremember,זָכַרְתְּnorלֹאlaid itשַׂמְתְּon your heart?עַל לִבֵּךְIs it not thatהֲלֹאIאֲנִיhave been silent,מַחְשֶׁהeven from long ago,וּמֵעֹלָםand soוְmeאוֹתִיyou do notלֹאfear?תִירָאִי
Iאֲנִיwill declareאַגִּידyour righteousnessצִדְקָתֵךְand your works,וְאֶת מַעֲשַׂיִךְand they will notוְלֹאprofit you.יוֹעִילוּךְ
When you cry out,בְּזַעֲקֵךְlet your collections of idolsקִבּוּצַיִךְdeliver you;יַצִּילֻךְand all of themוְאֶת כֻּלָּםthe windרוּחַwill carry off,יִשָּׂאa vaporהָבֶלwill take them;יִקַּחbut whoever takes refugeוְהַחוֹסֶהin meבִיwill inheritיִנְחַלthe land,אֶרֶץand will possessוְיִירַשׁmy holy mountain.”הַר קָדְשִׁי
And he will say,וְאָמַר“Level,סֹלּוּlevel,סֹלּוּclearפַּנּוּthe way;דָרֶךְremoveהָרִימוּthe stumbling blockמִכְשׁוֹלfrom the wayמִדֶּרֶךְof my people.”עַמִּי
Forכִּיthusכֹהsaysאָמַרthe Highרָםand Lifted Up One,וְנִשָּׂאwho inhabitsשֹׁכֵןeternity,עַדand Holyוְקָדוֹשׁis his name:שְׁמוֹ“In the highמָרוֹםand holy placeוְקָדוֹשׁI dwell,אֶשְׁכּוֹןand with the crushedוְאֶת דַּכָּאand lowlyוּשְׁפַלof spirit,רוּחַto reviveלְהַחֲיוֹתthe spiritרוּחַof the lowly,שְׁפָלִיםand to reviveוּלְהַחֲיוֹתthe heartלֵבof the crushed.נִדְכָּאִים
Forכִּיnotלֹאforeverלְעוֹלָםwill I contend,אָרִיבnorוְלֹאforeverלָנֶצַחwill I be angry;אֶקְּצוֹףforכִּיthe spiritרוּחַwould grow faintיַעֲטוֹףbefore me,מִלְּפָנַיand the breathsוּנְשָׁמוֹתthat Iאֲנִיmade.עָשִׂיתִי
For the iniquityבַּעֲוֺןof his gainבִּצְעוֹI was angryקָצַפְתִּיand struck him;וְאַכֵּהוּI hid myselfהַסְתֵּרand was angry;וְאֶקְצֹףand he went onוַיֵּלֶךְwaywardשׁוֹבָבin the wayבְּדֶרֶךְof his heart.לִבּוֹ
His waysדְּרָכָיוI have seen,רָאִיתִיand I will heal him;וְאֶרְפָּאֵהוּand I will lead him,וְאַנְחֵהוּand restoreוַאֲשַׁלֵּםcomfortsנִחֻמִיםto himלוֹand to those of his who mourn,וְלַאֲבֵלָיו
creatingבּוֹרֵאthe fruitנִיבof the lips:שְׂפָתָיִם‘Peace,שָׁלוֹםpeace,שָׁלוֹםto the farלָרָחוֹקand to the near,’וְלַקָּרוֹבsaysאָמַרYHWH;יְהוָהand I will heal him.”וּרְפָאתִיו
But the wickedוְהָרְשָׁעִיםare like the tossingנִגְרָשׁsea,כַּיָּםforכִּיit cannotלֹא יוּכָלbe quiet,הַשְׁקֵטand its watersוַ מֵימָיוtoss upיִּגְרְשׁוּmireרֶפֶשׁand mud.וָטִיט
“There is noאֵיןpeace,”שָׁלוֹםsaysאָמַרmy Elohim,אֱלֹהַי“for the wicked.”לָרְשָׁעִים