But toאֶלJonahיוֹנָהit seemedוַevil,יֵּרַעa greatגְדוֹלָהevil,רָעָהand he became angry.וַיִּחַר לוֹ
And he prayedוַיִּתְפַּלֵּלtoאֶלYHWHיְהוָהand said,וַיֹּאמַר“I beg you,אָנָּהYHWH,יְהוָהwas this notהֲלוֹא זֶהmy wordדְבָרִיwhile I was stillעַד הֱיוֹתִיin my land?עַל אַדְמָתִיThat is whyעַל כֵּןI hurriedקִדַּמְתִּיto fleeלִבְרֹחַto Tarshish;תַּרְשִׁישָׁהforכִּיI knewיָדַעְתִּיthatכִּיyouאַתָּהareEl,אֵלgraciousחַנּוּןand merciful,וְרַחוּםslowאֶרֶךְto angerאַפַּיִםand aboundingוְרַבin loyal love,חֶסֶדand one who relentsוְנִחָםconcerningעַלevil.הָרָעָה
And now,וְעַתָּהYHWH,יְהוָהtake,קַחplease,נָאmy soulאֶת נַפְשִׁיfrom me,מִמֶּנִּיforכִּיbetterטוֹבismy deathמוֹתִיthan my life.”מֵחַיָּי
And YHWHוַ יְהוָהsaid,יֹּאמֶר“Do you do wellהַהֵיטֵבto be angry?”חָרָה לָךְ
Then Jonahוַ יוֹנָהwent outיֵּצֵאfromמִןthe cityהָעִירand sat downוַיֵּשֶׁבeastמִקֶּדֶםof the city;לָעִירhe madeוַיַּעַשׂfor himselfלוֹa boothסֻכָּהthereשָׁםand satוַיֵּשֶׁבunder itתַּחְתֶּיהָin the shade,בַּצֵּלuntilעַד אֲשֶׁרhe could seeיִרְאֶהwhatמַהwould happenיִּהְיֶהin the city.בָּעִיר
And YHWHוַ יְהוָהElohimאֱלֹהִיםappointedיְמַןa castor-oil plant,קִיקָיוֹןand it grew upוַיַּעַלoverמֵעַלJonahלְיוֹנָהto beלִהְיוֹתshadeצֵלoverעַלhis head,רֹאשׁוֹto deliverלְהַצִּילhimלוֹfrom his evil;מֵרָעָתוֹand Jonahוַ יוֹנָהrejoicedיִּשְׂמַחoverעַלthe plantהַקִּיקָיוֹןwith greatגְדוֹלָהjoy.שִׂמְחָה
But Elohimוַ הָאֱלֹהִיםappointedיְמַןa wormתּוֹלַעַתwhen the dawn came upבַּעֲלוֹת הַשַּׁחַרthe next day,לַמָּחֳרָתand it struckוַתַּךְthe plant,אֶת הַקִּיקָיוֹןand it withered.וַיִּיבָשׁ
And it happened,וַיְהִיwhenכִּthe sunהַשֶּׁמֶשׁrose,זְרֹחַthat Elohimוַ אֱלֹהִיםappointedיְמַןa scorchingחֲרִישִׁיתeastקָדִיםwind,רוּחַand the sunוַ הַשֶּׁמֶשׁstruckתַּךְonעַלthe headרֹאשׁof Jonah,יוֹנָהand he grew faint;וַיִּתְעַלָּףand he askedוַיִּשְׁאַלthat his soulאֶת נַפְשׁוֹdie,לָמוּתand said,וַיֹּאמֶר“Betterטוֹבismy deathמוֹתִיthan my life.”מֵחַיָּי
Then Elohimוַ אֱלֹהִיםsaidיֹּאמֶרtoאֶלJonah,יוֹנָה“Do you do wellהַהֵיטֵבto be angryחָרָה לְךָaboutעַלthe plant?”הַקִּיקָיוֹןAnd he said,וַיֹּאמֶר“I do wellהֵיטֵבto be angry,חָרָה לִיto the point ofעַדdeath.”מָוֶת
And YHWHוַ יְהוָהsaid,יֹּאמֶר“Youאַתָּהhad pityחַסְתָּonעַלthe plant,הַקִּיקָיוֹןfor whichאֲשֶׁר בּוֹyou did notלֹאlaborעָמַלְתָּand which you did notוְלֹאmake grow,גִדַּלְתּוֹwhichשֶׁcame into beingהָיָהin a nightבִּן לַיְלָהand perishedוּ אָבָדin a night.בִן לַיְלָה
And I,וַאֲנִיshould I notלֹאhave pityאָחוּסonעַלNineveh,נִינְוֵהthe greatהַגְּדוֹלָהcity,הָעִירin whichאֲשֶׁר בָּהּthere areיֶשׁmore thanהַרְבֵּה מִa hundred and twenty thousandשְׁתֵּים עֶשְׂרֵה רִבּוֹhuman beingsאָדָםwhoאֲשֶׁרdo notלֹאknowיָדַעhow to tellbetweenבֵּיןtheir right handיְמִינוֹand their left,לִשְׂמֹאלוֹand muchרַבָּהlivestock?”וּבְהֵמָה