Hearשִׁמְעוּthe wordהַדָּבָרthatאֲשֶׁרYHWHיְהוָהhas spokenדִּבֶּרto you,עֲלֵיכֶםhouseבֵּיתof Israel.יִשְׂרָאֵל
ThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרYHWH:יְהוָה“The wayאֶל דֶּרֶךְof the nationsהַגּוֹיִםdo notאַלlearn,תִּלְמָדוּand at the signsוּמֵאֹתוֹתof the heavensהַשָּׁמַיִםdo notאַלbe terrified,תֵּחָתּוּforכִּיthe nationsהַגּוֹיִםare terrifiedיֵחַתּוּat them.מֵהֵמָּה
Forכִּיthe statutesחֻקּוֹתof the peoplesהָעַמִּיםareהוּאvapor;הֶבֶלforכִּיa treeעֵץfrom the forestמִיַּעַרone cuts down,כְּרָתוֹthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof the handsיְדֵיof a craftsmanחָרָשׁwith the tool.בַּמַּעֲצָד
With silverבְּכֶסֶףand with goldוּבְזָהָבthey adorn it;יְיַפֵּהוּwith nailsבְּמַסְמְרוֹתand with hammersוּבְמַקָּבוֹתthey fasten them,יְחַזְּקוּםand it will notוְלוֹאtotter.יָפִיק
Like a scarecrowכְּתֹמֶרin a cucumber fieldמִקְשָׁהthey are,הֵמָּהand they do notוְלֹאspeak;יְדַבֵּרוּthey must be carried,נָשׂוֹא יִנָּשׂוּאforכִּיthey do notלֹאwalk.יִצְעָדוּDo notאַלfearתִּירְאוּthem,מֵהֶםforכִּיthey do notלֹאdo harm,יָרֵעוּand alsoוְגַםto do goodהֵיטֵיבis notאֵיןin them.”אוֹתָם
There is noneמֵאֵיןlike you,כָּמוֹךָYHWH;יְהוָהgreatגָּדוֹלare you,אַתָּהand greatוְגָדוֹלis your nameשִׁמְךָin might.בִּגְבוּרָה
Whoמִיwill notלֹאfear you,יִרָאֲךָKingמֶלֶךְof the nations?הַגּוֹיִםForכִּיto youלְךָit is fitting;יָאָתָהforכִּיamong allבְכָלthe wiseחַכְמֵיof the nationsהַגּוֹיִםand in allוּבְכָלtheir kingdomsמַלְכוּתָםthere is noneמֵאֵיןlike you.כָּמוֹךָ
And alikeוּבְאַחַתthey become dullיִבְעֲרוּand foolish;וְיִכְסָלוּthe correctionמוּסַרof vaporsהֲבָלִיםisהוּאwood.עֵץ
Silverכֶּסֶףbeaten flatמְרֻקָּעis broughtיוּבָאfrom Tarshish,מִתַּרְשִׁישׁand goldוְזָהָבfrom Uphaz,מֵאוּפָזthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof a craftsmanחָרָשׁand of the handsוִידֵיof a goldsmith;צוֹרֵףblueתְּכֵלֶתand purpleוְאַרְגָּמָןis their clothing,לְבוּשָׁםthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof wise menחֲכָמִיםall of them.כֻּלָּם
But YHWHוַיהוָהis the trueאֱמֶתElohim;אֱלֹהִיםheהוּאis the livingחַיִּיםElohimאֱלֹהִיםand the eternalעוֹלָםKing.וּמֶלֶךְAt his wrathמִקִּצְפּוֹthe earthהָאָרֶץquakes,תִּרְעַשׁand the nationsוְ גוֹיִםcannot bearלֹא יָכִלוּhis indignation.זַעְמוֹ
Thusכִּדְנָהyou shall sayתֵּאמְרוּןto them:לְהוֹם“The godsאֱלָהַיָּאwhoדִּיdid notלָאmakeעֲבַדוּthe heavensשְׁמַיָּאand the earthוְאַרְקָאwill perishיֵאבַדוּfrom the earthמֵאַרְעָאand from underוּמִן תְּחוֹתtheseאֵלֶּהheavens.”שְׁמַיָּא
He madeעֹשֵׂהthe earthאֶרֶץby his power,בְּכֹחוֹhe establishedמֵכִיןthe worldתֵּבֵלby his wisdom,בְּחָכְמָתוֹand by his understandingוּבִתְבוּנָתוֹhe stretched outנָטָהthe heavens.שָׁמָיִם
Whenלְheוֹgivesתִּתּhis voice,קוֹלthere is a roarהֲמוֹןof watersמַיִםin the heavens,בַּשָּׁמַיִםand he makes riseוַיַּעֲלֶהthe cloudsנְשִׂאִיםfrom the endמִקְצֵהof the earth;הָאָרֶץlightningבְּרָקִיםfor the rainלַמָּטָרhe makes,עָשָׂהand he brings outוַיּוֹצֵאthe windרוּחַfrom his storehouses.מֵאֹצְרֹתָיו
Everyכָּלhuman beingאָדָםhas become dull,נִבְעַרwithout knowledge;מִדַּעַתeveryכָּלgoldsmithצוֹרֵףis put to shameהֹבִישׁby his carved image,מִפָּסֶלforכִּיhis cast imageנִסְכּוֹis falsehood,שֶׁקֶרand there is noוְלֹאbreathרוּחַin them.בָּם
Vaporהֶבֶלare they,הֵמָּהa workמַעֲשֵׂהof mockery;תַּעְתֻּעִיםin the timeבְּעֵתof their punishmentפְּקֻדָּתָםthey will perish.יֹאבֵדוּ
Notלֹאlike theseכְאֵלֶּהis the Portionחֵלֶקof Jacob,יַעֲקֹבforכִּיthe Formerיוֹצֵרof all thingsהַכֹּלis he,הוּאand Israelוְיִשְׂרָאֵלis the tribeשֵׁבֶטof his inheritance;נַחֲלָתוֹYHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתis his name.שְׁמוֹ
Gather upאִסְפִּיfrom the landמֵאֶרֶץyour bundle,כִּנְעָתֵךְyou who dwellיֹשֶׁבֶתunder siege.בַּמָּצוֹר
ForכִּיthusכֹהsaysאָמַרYHWH:יְהוָה“Look, Iהִנְנִיam slinging outקוֹלֵעַthe inhabitantsיוֹשְׁבֵיof the landהָאָרֶץat this time,בַּפַּעַם הַזֹּאתand I will bring distressוַהֲצֵרוֹתִיon them,לָהֶםso thatלְמַעַןthey may find it.”יִמְצָאוּ
Woeאוֹיto meלִיfor my breaking!עַל שִׁבְרִיMy woundמַכָּתִיis incurable.נַחְלָהBut Iוַאֲנִיsaid:אָמַרְתִּי“Surelyאַךְthisזֶהis a sickness,חֳלִיand I must bear it.”וְאֶשָּׂאֶנּוּ
My tentאָהֳלִיis devastated,שֻׁדָּדand allוְכָלmy cordsמֵיתָרַיare snapped;נִתָּקוּmy childrenבָּנַיhave gone out from me,יְצָאֻנִיand they are not;וְאֵינָםthere is no oneאֵיןstretching outנֹטֶהmy tentאָהֳלִיanymore,עוֹדor setting upוּמֵקִיםmy curtains.יְרִיעוֹתָי
Forכִּיthe shepherdsהָרֹעִיםhave become dull,נִבְעֲרוּand YHWHוְ יְהוָהthey have notלֹאsought;דָרָשׁוּthereforeעַל כֵּןthey have notלֹאprospered,הִשְׂכִּילוּand allוְכָלtheir flockמַרְעִיתָםis scattered.נָפוֹצָה
The soundקוֹלof a report!שְׁמוּעָהLook,הִנֵּהit comes,בָאָהand a greatגָּדוֹלcommotionוְרַעַשׁfrom the landמֵאֶרֶץof the north,צָפוֹןto makeלָשׂוּםthe citiesעָרֵיof Judahיְהוּדָהa desolation,שְׁמָמָהa lairמְעוֹןof jackals.תַּנִּים
I know,יָדַעְתִּיYHWH,יְהוָהthatכִּיhis wayדַּרְכּוֹdoes notלֹאbelongto the human being,לָאָדָםnorלֹאto a manלְאִישׁwho walksהֹלֵךְto directוְהָכִיןhis step.צַעֲדוֹ
Correct me,יַסְּרֵנִיYHWH,יְהוָהbutאַךְwith justice,בְּמִשְׁפָּטnotאַלin your anger,בְּאַפְּךָlestפֶּןyou reduce me.תַּמְעִטֵנִי
Pour outשְׁפֹךְyour furyחֲמָתְךָon the nationsעַל הַגּוֹיִםthatאֲשֶׁרdo notלֹאknow you,יְדָעוּךָand onוְעַלthe familiesמִשְׁפָּחוֹתthatאֲשֶׁרdo notלֹאcallקָרָאוּon your name;בְּשִׁמְךָforכִּיthey have devouredאָכְלוּJacob;אֶת יַעֲקֹבthey have devoured himוַאֲכָלֻהוּand consumed him,וַיְכַלֻּהוּand his abodeוְאֶת נָוֵהוּthey have laid waste.הֵשַׁמּוּ