AndוַZopharצֹפַרthe Naamathiteהַנַּעֲמָתִיansweredיַּעַןand said:וַיֹּאמַר
“Thereforeלָכֵןmy disquieting thoughtsשְׂעִפַּיmake me answer,יְשִׁיבוּנִיand because ofוּבַעֲבוּרthe hasteחוּשִׁיthat is in me.בִי
A correctionמוּסַרthat shames meכְּלִמָּתִיI hear,אֶשְׁמָעand a spiritוְרוּחַfrom my understandingמִבִּינָתִיanswers me.יַעֲנֵנִי
Do you knowהֲ יָדַעְתָּthis,זֹאתthat fromמִנִּיof old,עַדsinceמִנִּיa human beingאָדָםwas placedשִׂיםonעֲלֵיthe earth,אָרֶץ
the shout of joyכִּי רִנְנַתof the wickedרְשָׁעִיםis short,מִקָּרוֹבand the joyוְשִׂמְחַתof the godlessחָנֵףis for a moment?עֲדֵי רָגַע
Thoughאִםhis haughtinessשִׂיאוֹrise upיַעֲלֶהto the heavens,לַשָּׁמַיִםand his headוְרֹאשׁוֹreachיַגִּיעַto the cloud,לָעָב
like his dungכְּגֶלֲלוֹhe will perishיֹאבֵדforever;לָנֶצַחthose who saw himרֹאָיוwill say,יֹאמְרוּ‘Where is he?’אַיּוֹ
Like a dreamכַּחֲלוֹםhe will fly away,יָעוּףand they will notוְלֹאfind him;יִמְצָאוּהוּand he will be chased awayוְיֻדַּדlike a visionכְּחֶזְיוֹןof the night.לָיְלָה
The eyeעַיִןthat looked on himשְׁזָפַתּוּwill notוְלֹאdo so again,תוֹסִיףandוְhis placeמְקוֹמוֹwill noלֹאlongerעוֹדcatch sight of him.תְּשׁוּרֶנּוּ
His sonsבָּנָיוwill seek the favorיְרַצּוּof the poor,דַלִּיםand his handsוְיָדָיוwill give backתָּשֵׁבְנָהhis wealth.אוֹנוֹ
His bonesעַצְמוֹתָיוare fullמָלְאוּof his youth,עֲלוּמָיוand with himוְעִמּוֹinעַלthe dustעָפָרit will lie down.תִּשְׁכָּב
Thoughאִםevilרָעָהis sweetתַּמְתִּיקin his mouth,בְּפִיוand he hides itיַכְחִידֶנָּהunderתַּחַתhis tongue,לְשׁוֹנוֹ
though he has compassionיַחְמֹלon itעָלֶיהָand does notוְלֹאlet it go,יַעַזְבֶנָּהand holds it backוְיִמְנָעֶנָּהin the middle ofבְּתוֹךְhis palate,חִכּוֹ
his breadלַחְמוֹin his bowelsבְּמֵעָיוis turned;נֶהְפָּךְthe gallמְרוֹרַתof vipersפְּתָנִיםit is within him.בְּקִרְבּוֹ
Wealthחַיִלhe swallowed,בָּלַעand he will vomit it up;וַיְקִאֶנּוּfrom his bellyמִבִּטְנוֹElאֵלwill drive it out.יוֹרִשֶׁנּוּ
The poisonרֹאשׁof vipersפְּתָנִיםhe will suck;יִינָקthe tongueלְשׁוֹןof the adderאֶפְעֶהwill kill him.תַּהַרְגֵהוּ
He will notאַלlookיֵרֶאon the streams,בִפְלַגּוֹתthe rivers,נַהֲרֵיthe brooksנַחֲלֵיof honeyדְּבַשׁand curds.וְחֶמְאָה
He gives backמֵשִׁיבwhat he toiled for,יָגָעand does notוְלֹאswallow it;יִבְלָעaccording to the wealthכְּחֵילof what he got in exchange,תְּמוּרָתוֹhe does notוְלֹאrejoice.יַעֲלֹס
Forכִּיhe crushedרִצַּץand abandonedעָזַבthe poor;דַּלִּיםa houseבַּיִתhe seized,גָּזַלand did notוְלֹאbuild it.יִבֶנֵהוּ
Forכִּיhe did notלֹאknowיָדַעtranquilityשָׁלֵוin his belly;בְּבִטְנוֹnothingלֹאof what he covetsבַּחֲמוּדוֹwill he rescue.יְמַלֵּט
There was noאֵיןsurvivorשָׂרִידfrom his eating;לְאָכְלוֹthereforeעַל כֵּןhis prosperityטוּבוֹwill notלֹאlast.יָחִיל
In the fullnessבִּמְלֹאותof his plentyשִׂפְקוֹhe will be in straits;יֵצֶר לוֹeveryכָּלhandיַדof the suffererעָמֵלwill come upon him.תְּבוֹאֶנּוּ
When he is aboutיְהִיto fillלְמַלֵּאhis belly,בִטְנוֹhe will sendיְשַׁלַּחagainst himבּוֹthe burningחֲרוֹןof his anger,אַפּוֹand rain itוְיַמְטֵרon himעָלֵימוֹupon his flesh.בִּלְחוּמוֹ
He will fleeיִבְרַחfrom the weaponמִנֵּשֶׁקof iron;בַּרְזֶלthe bowקֶשֶׁתof bronzeנְחוּשָׁהwill pierce him.תַּחְלְפֵהוּ
He draws it out,שָׁלַףand it comes outוַיֵּצֵאfromמִhis back,גֵּוָהand the lightningוּבָרָקgoesיַהֲלֹךְfrom his gall;מִמְּרֹרָתוֹupon himעָלָיוare terrors.אֵמִים
Allכָּלdarknessחֹשֶׁךְis hiddenטָמוּןfor his treasures;לִצְפּוּנָיוa fireאֵשׁnotלֹאblownנֻפָּחwill devour him;תְּאָכְלֵהוּit will go illיֵרַעwith the survivorשָׂרִידin his tent.בְּאָהֳלוֹ
The heavensשָׁמַיִםwill uncoverיְגַלּוּhis iniquity,עֲוֺנוֹand the earthוְאֶרֶץwill rise upמִתְקוֹמָמָהagainst him.לוֹ
The produceיְבוּלof his houseבֵּיתוֹwill depart,יִגֶלlike things poured outנִגָּרוֹתin the dayבְּיוֹםof his anger.אַפּוֹ
This isזֶהthe portionחֵלֶקof a wickedרָשָׁעhuman beingאָדָםfromמֵElohim,אֱלֹהִיםand the inheritanceוְנַחֲלַתappointed for himאִמְרוֹby El.”מֵאֵל