Call,קְרָאplease;נָאis thereהֲיֵשׁanyone who will answer you?עוֹנֶךָּAnd to whichוְאֶל מִיof the holy onesמִקְּדֹשִׁיםwill you turn?תִּפְנֶה
Forכִּיvexationכָּעַשׂkillsיַהֲרָגthe fool,לֶאֱוִילand jealousyקִנְאָהputs to deathתָּמִיתthe simple.וּפֹתֶה
Iאֲנִיhave seenרָאִיתִיthe foolאֱוִילtaking root,מַשְׁרִישׁand I cursedוָאֶקּוֹבhis dwellingנָוֵהוּsuddenly.פִתְאֹם
His sonsבָנָיוare farיִרְחֲקוּfrom salvation;מִיֶּשַׁעthey are crushedוְיִדַּכְּאוּin the gate,בַשַּׁעַרand there is noוְאֵיןone to deliver.מַצִּיל
His harvestאֲשֶׁר קְצִירוֹthe hungryרָעֵבeat,יֹאכֵלand from among the thornsוְאֶל מִצִּנִּיםthey take it,יִקָּחֵהוּand the trapוְ צַמִּיםpants afterשָׁאַףtheir wealth.חֵילָם
Forכִּיwickednessאָוֶןdoes notלֹאcome outיֵצֵאof the dust,מֵעָפָרnorוּ לֹאdoes sufferingעָמָלsproutיִצְמַחfrom the ground,מֵאֲדָמָה
butכִּיthe human beingאָדָםis bornיוּלָּדfor suffering,לְעָמָלand the sonsוּבְנֵיof the flameרֶשֶׁףflyעוּףhigh.יַגְבִּיהוּ
ButאוּלָםIאֲנִיwould seekאֶדְרֹשׁEl,אֶל אֵלand beforeוְאֶלElohimאֱלֹהִיםI would layאָשִׂיםmy cause,דִּבְרָתִי
who doesעֹשֶׂהgreat thingsגְדֹלוֹתthat cannotוְאֵיןbe searched out,חֵקֶרwondersנִפְלָאוֹתwithoutעַד אֵיןnumber;מִסְפָּר
who givesהַנֹּתֵןrainמָטָרonעַלthe faceפְּנֵיof the earthאָרֶץand sendsוְשֹׁלֵחַwaterמַיִםonעַלthe faceפְּנֵיof the open fields,חוּצוֹת
settingלָשׂוּםthe lowlyשְׁפָלִיםon high,לְמָרוֹםand those who mournוְקֹדְרִיםare liftedשָׂגְבוּto salvation;יֶשַׁע
who frustratesמֵפֵרthe thoughtsמַחְשְׁבוֹתof the crafty,עֲרוּמִיםso thatוְtheir handsיְדֵיהֶםdo notלֹאachieveתַעֲשֶׂינָהsuccess;תּוּשִׁיָּה
who catchesלֹכֵדthe wiseחֲכָמִיםin their craftiness,בְּעָרְמָםand the counselוַעֲצַתof the twistedנִפְתָּלִיםis rushed headlong.נִמְהָרָה
By dayיוֹמָםthey meetיְפַגְּשׁוּdarkness,חֹשֶׁךְand asוְכַat nightלַּיְלָהthey gropeיְמַשְׁשׁוּat noon.בַצָּהֳרָיִם
But he savesוַיֹּשַׁעfrom the sword,מֵחֶרֶבfrom their mouth,מִפִּיהֶםand from the handוּמִיַּדof the strongחָזָקthe needy.אֶבְיוֹן
Soוַthere isתְּהִיhopeתִּקְוָהfor the poor,לַדַּלand injusticeוְעֹלָתָהshutsקָפְצָהits mouth.פִּיהָ
Look,הִנֵּהhappyאַשְׁרֵיis the mortalאֱנוֹשׁwhomנּוּEloahאֱלוֹהַּreproves;יוֹכִחֶsoוּdo notאַלdespiseתִּמְאָסthe correctionמוּסַרof Shaddai.שַׁדַּי
Forכִּיheהוּאcauses painיַכְאִיבand binds up;וְיֶחְבָּשׁhe shatters,יִמְחַץand his handsוְיָדָיוheal.תִּרְפֶּינָה
In sixבְּשֵׁשׁdistressesצָרוֹתhe will deliver you,יַצִּילֶךָּand in sevenוּבְשֶׁבַעnoלֹאevilרָעwill touchיִגַּעyou.בְּךָ
In famineבְּרָעָבhe will ransom youפָּדְךָfrom death,מִמָּוֶתand in warוּבְמִלְחָמָהfrom the handsמִידֵיof the sword.חָרֶב
From the lashבְּשׁוֹטof the tongueלָשׁוֹןyou will be hidden,תֵּחָבֵאand you will notוְלֹאfearתִירָאdevastationמִשֹּׁדwhenכִּיit comes.יָבוֹא
At devastationלְשֹׁדand at starvationוּלְכָפָןyou will laugh,תִּשְׂחָקandוּyou will notאַלfearתִּירָאthe animalsמֵחַיַּתof the earth.הָאָרֶץ
Forכִּיwithעִםthe stonesאַבְנֵיof the fieldהַשָּׂדֶהwill be your covenant,בְרִיתֶךָand the animalsוְחַיַּתof the fieldהַשָּׂדֶהwill be at peaceהָשְׁלְמָהwith you.לָךְ
You will knowוְיָדַעְתָּthatכִּיyour tentאָהֳלֶךָis at peace,שָׁלוֹםand you will inspectוּפָקַדְתָּyour dwellingנָוְךָandוְmiss nothing.לֹא תֶחֱטָא
You will knowוְיָדַעְתָּthatכִּיyour offspringזַרְעֶךָwill be many,רַבand your offshootsוְצֶאֱצָאֶיךָlike the grassכְּעֵשֶׂבof the earth.הָאָרֶץ
You will comeתָּבוֹאin full maturityבְכֶלַחtoאֱלֵיthe grave,קָבֶרas a stack of sheavesכַּ גָּדִישׁgoes upעֲלוֹתin its season.בְּעִתּוֹ
Look,הִנֵּהthisזֹאתwe have searched out;חֲקַרְנוּsoהָ כֶּןit is.הִיאHear it,שְׁמָעֶנָּהand you,וְאַתָּהknow itדַעfor yourself.”לָךְ