Woeהוֹיto those who deviseחֹשְׁבֵיwickednessאָוֶןand workוּפֹעֲלֵיevilרָעon their beds!עַל מִשְׁכְּבוֹתָםIn the lightבְּאוֹרof the morningהַבֹּקֶרthey do it,יַעֲשׂוּהָforכִּיit isיֶשׁin the powerלְאֵלof their hand.יָדָם
And they covetוְחָמְדוּfieldsשָׂדוֹתand seize them,וְגָזָלוּand houses,וּבָתִּיםand take them;וְנָשָׂאוּand they exploitוְעָשְׁקוּa manגֶּבֶרand his house,וּבֵיתוֹa personאִישׁand his inheritance.וְנַחֲלָתוֹ
ThereforeלָכֵןthusכֹּהsaysאָמַרYHWH:יְהוָה“Look, Iהִנְנִיam devisingחֹשֵׁבagainstעַלthisהַזֹּאתfamilyהַמִּשְׁפָּחָהan evilרָעָהfrom whichאֲשֶׁר מִשָּׁםyou will notלֹאremoveתָמִישׁוּyour necks,צַוְּארֹתֵיכֶםand you will notוְלֹאwalkתֵלְכוּhaughtily,רוֹמָהforכִּיitהִיאis an evilרָעָהtime.עֵת
On that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאone will take upיִשָּׂאagainst youעֲלֵיכֶםa poem,מָשָׁלand lamentוְנָהָהwith a bitter lamentנְהִי נִהְיָהand say,אָמַר‘We are utterlyשָׁדוֹדruined;נְשַׁדֻּנוּthe portionחֵלֶקof my peopleעַמִּיhe changes;יָמִירhowאֵיךְhe removes itיָמִישׁfrom me!לִיTo the faithlessלְשׁוֹבֵבhe dividesיְחַלֵּקour fields.’שָׂדֵינוּ
Thereforeלָכֵןyou will have no oneלֹא יִהְיֶה לְךָcastingמַשְׁלִיךְthe lineחֶבֶלby lotבְּגוֹרָלin the assemblyבִּקְהַלof YHWH.”יְהוָה
“Do notאַלdrip words,”תַּטִּפוּthey drip words;יַטִּיפוּן“one must notלֹאdrip wordsיַטִּפוּaboutלָthese things;אֵלֶּהhumiliationsכְּלִמּוֹתwill notלֹאdepart.”יִסַּג
Is it said,הֶאָמוּרhouseבֵּיתof Jacob:יַעֲקֹב“Hasהֲthe spiritרוּחַof YHWHיְהוָהbeen shortened?קָצַרAreאִםtheseאֵלֶּהhis deeds?”מַעֲלָלָיוDo notהֲלוֹאmy wordsדְבָרַיdo goodיֵיטִיבוּto the oneעִם הַwho walksהוֹלֵךְuprightly?יָּשָׁר
“And yesterdayוְאֶתְמוּלmy peopleעַמִּיrose upיְקוֹמֵםas an enemy;לְאוֹיֵבfrom the frontמִמּוּלof the garmentשַׂלְמָהyou stripתַּפְשִׁטוּןthe cloakאֶדֶרfrom those who pass byמֵעֹבְרִיםtrustingly,בֶּטַחlike those returningשׁוּבֵיfrom war.מִלְחָמָה
The womenנְשֵׁיof my peopleעַמִּיyou drive outתְּגָרְשׁוּןfrom the houseמִבֵּיתof her delights;תַּעֲנֻגֶיהָfromמֵעַלher little childrenעֹלָלֶיהָyou take awayתִּקְחוּmy splendorהֲדָרִיforever.לְעוֹלָם
Ariseקוּמוּand go,וּלְכוּforכִּיthis is notלֹא זֹאתthe resting place,הַמְּנוּחָהbecause ofבַּעֲבוּרuncleannessטָמְאָהthat destroys,תְּחַבֵּלand with grievousוְ נִמְרָץdestruction.חֶבֶל
Ifלוּa manאִישׁwalkingהֹלֵךְin windרוּחַand falsehoodוָשֶׁקֶרshould lie:כִּזֵּב‘I will drip wordsאַטִּףto youלְךָof wineלַיַּיִןand of intoxicating drink,’וְלַשֵּׁכָרhe would beוְהָיָהthe one who drips wordsמַטִּיףfor thisהָ הַזֶּהpeople.עָם
I will surely gatherאָסֹף אֶאֱסֹףJacob,יַעֲקֹבall of you;כֻּלָּךְI will surely assembleקַבֵּץ אֲקַבֵּץthe remnantשְׁאֵרִיתof Israel;יִשְׂרָאֵלtogetherיַחַדI will set themאֲשִׂימֶנּוּlike sheepכְּצֹאןin the fold,בָּצְרָהlike a flockכְּעֵדֶרin the midstבְּתוֹךְof its pasture;הַדָּבְרוֹthey will make an uproarתְּהִימֶנָהbecause of human beings.מֵאָדָם
The one who breaks throughהַפֹּרֵץgoes upעָלָהbefore them;לִפְנֵיהֶםthey break throughפָּרְצוּand passוַיַּעֲבֹרוּthe gateשַׁעַרand go outוַיֵּצְאוּby it;בוֹand their kingמַלְכָּםpasses onוַיַּעֲבֹרbefore them,לִפְנֵיהֶםand YHWHוַיהוָהat their head.”בְּרֹאשָׁם