The wordsדִּבְרֵיof Agur,אָגוּרsonבִּןof Jakeh,יָקֶהthe burden.הַמַּשָּׂאThe oracleנְאֻםof the manהַגֶּבֶרto Ithiel,לְאִיתִיאֵלto Ithielלְאִיתִיאֵלand Ucal:וְאֻכָל
ForכִּיIאָנֹכִיam more brutishבַעַרthan any man,מֵאִישׁandוְI do not haveלֹא לִיthe understandingבִינַתof a human being.אָדָם
AndוְI have notלֹאlearnedלָמַדְתִּיwisdom,חָכְמָהnorוְdo I knowאֵדָעthe knowledgeדַעַתof the Holy One.קְדֹשִׁים
Whoמִיhas gone upעָלָהto the heavensשָׁמַיִםand come down?וַיֵּרַדWhoמִיhas gatheredאָסַףthe windרוּחַin his fists?בְּחָפְנָיוWhoמִיhas boundצָרַרthe watersמַיִםin the garment?בַּשִּׂמְלָהWhoמִיhas raised upהֵקִיםallכָּלthe endsאַפְסֵיof the earth?אָרֶץWhatמַהis his name,שְּׁמוֹandוּwhatמַהis the nameשֶּׁםof his son,בְּנוֹifכִּיyou know?תֵדָע
Everyכָּלsayingאִמְרַתof Eloahאֱלוֹהַּis refined;צְרוּפָהa shieldמָגֵןis heהוּאto those who take refugeלַחֹסִיםin him.בּוֹ
Do notאַלaddתּוֹסְףְּto his words,עַל דְּבָרָיוlestפֶּןhe rebukeיוֹכִיחַyou,בְּךָandוְyou be found a liar.נִכְזָבְתָּ
Two thingsשְׁתַּיִםI have askedשָׁאַלְתִּיof you;מֵאִתָּךְdo notאַלdeny themתִּמְנַעto meמִמֶּנִּיbeforeבְּטֶרֶםI die:אָמוּת
falsehoodשָׁוְאandוּa wordדְבַרof liesכָּזָבkeep farהַרְחֵקfrom me;מִמֶּנִּיpovertyרֵאשׁandוָrichesעֹשֶׁרdo notאַלgiveתִּתֶּןme;לִיfeed meהַטְרִיפֵנִיwith the breadלֶחֶםof my portion,חֻקִּי
lestפֶּןI be satisfiedאֶשְׂבַּעandוְdeny youכִחַשְׁתִּיandוְsay,אָמַרְתִּי“Whoמִיis YHWH?”יְהוָהandוּlestפֶןI become poorאִוָּרֵשׁandוְstealגָנַבְתִּיandוְprofaneתָפַשְׂתִּיthe nameשֵׁםof my Elohim.אֱלֹהָי
Do notאַלslanderתַּלְשֵׁןa slaveעֶבֶדtoאֶלhis master,אֲדֹנָיוlestפֶּןhe curse youיְקַלֶּלְךָandוְyou be guilty.אָשָׁמְתָּ
A generationדּוֹרcursesיְקַלֵּלits fatherאָבִיוandוְdoes notלֹאblessיְבָרֵךְits mother.אִמּוֹ
A generationדּוֹרpureטָהוֹרin its own eyes,בְּעֵינָיוandוּfrom its filthמִצֹּאָתוֹnotלֹאwashed.רֻחָץ
A generationדּוֹר—howמָהloftyרָמוּare its eyes,עֵינָיוandוְits eyelidsעַפְעַפָּיוare lifted up.יִנָּשֵׂאוּ
A generationדּוֹרwhose teethשִׁנָּיוare swordsחֲרָבוֹתandוּwhose jaw teethמְתַלְּעֹתָיוare knives,מַאֲכָלוֹתto devourלֶאֱכֹלthe afflictedעֲנִיִּיםfrom the earth,מֵאֶרֶץandוְthe needyאֶבְיוֹנִיםfrom among mankind.מֵאָדָם
The leechלַעֲלוּקָהhas twoשְׁתֵּיdaughters:בָנוֹת“Give,הַבgive!”הַבThree thingsשָׁלוֹשׁthere areהֵנָּהthat are notלֹאsatisfied;תִשְׂבַּעְנָהfourאַרְבַּעthat do notלֹאsay,אָמְרוּ“Enough”:הוֹן
Sheol,שְׁאוֹלandוְthe closedעֹצֶרwomb,רָחַםthe earthאֶרֶץnotלֹאsatisfiedשָׂבְעָהwith water,מַּיִםandוְthe fireאֵשׁthat does notלֹאsay,אָמְרָה“Enough.”הוֹן
The eyeעַיִןthat mocksתִּלְעַגa fatherלְאָבandוְdespisesתָבוּזobedienceלִיקֲּהַתto a mother,אֵםthe ravensהָ עֹרְבֵיof the valleyנַחַלwill pick it out,יִקְּרוּandוְthe youngהָ בְנֵיof the eagleנָשֶׁרwill eat it.יֹאכְלוּ
Three thingsשְׁלֹשָׁהareהֵמָּהtoo wonderfulנִפְלְאוּfor me,מִמֶּנִּיandוְfourאַרְבָּעָהI do notלֹאunderstand:יְדַעְתִּים
the wayדֶּרֶךְof the eagleהַנֶּשֶׁרin the heavens,בַּשָּׁמַיִםthe wayדֶּרֶךְof a serpentנָחָשׁonעֲלֵיa rock,צוּרthe wayדֶּרֶךְof a shipאֳנִיָּהin the heartבְלֶבof the sea,יָםandוְthe wayדֶרֶךְof a manגֶּבֶרwith a young woman.בְּעַלְמָה
Soכֵּןis the wayדֶּרֶךְof an adulterousמְנָאָפֶתwoman:אִשָּׁהshe eatsאָכְלָהandוּwipesמָחֲתָהher mouth,פִיהָandוְsays,אָמְרָה“I have notלֹאdoneפָעַלְתִּיwickedness.”אָוֶן
Underתַּחַתthree thingsשָׁלוֹשׁthe earthאֶרֶץtrembles,רָגְזָהandוְunderתַחַתfourאַרְבַּעit cannotלֹא תוּכַלbear up:שְׂאֵת
underתַּחַתa slaveעֶבֶדwhenכִּיhe becomes king,יִמְלוֹךְandוְa foolנָבָלwhenכִּיhe is filledיִשְׂבַּעwith bread;לָחֶם
underתַּחַתa hated womanשְׂנוּאָהwhenכִּיshe is married,תִבָּעֵלandוְa maidservantשִׁפְחָהwhenכִּיshe becomes heir toתִירַשׁher mistress.גְּבִרְתָּהּ
Four thingsאַרְבָּעָהareהֵםsmallקְטַנֵּיon the earth,אָרֶץandוְtheyהֵמָּהare wise,חֲכָמִיםmade very wise:מְחֻכָּמִים
the ants,הַנְּמָלִיםa peopleעַםnotלֹאstrong,עָזandוַthey prepareיָּכִינוּtheir foodלַחְמָםin the summer;בַקַּיִץ
the rock badgers,שְׁפַנִּיםa peopleעַםnotלֹאmighty,עָצוּםandוַthey makeיָּשִׂימוּtheir houseבֵּיתָםin the crag;בַסֶּלַע
the locustאַרְבֶּהhas noאֵין לָking,מֶלֶךְandוַit goes outיֵּצֵאall of itכֻּלּוֹin ranks;חֹצֵץ
the lizardשְׂמָמִיתgraspsתְּתַפֵּשׂwith its hands,בְּיָדַיִםandוְitהִיאis in the palacesבְּהֵיכְלֵיof the king.מֶלֶךְ
Three thingsשְׁלֹשָׁהareהֵמָּהstatelyמֵיטִיבֵיin stride,צָעַדandוְfourאַרְבָּעָהstatelyמֵיטִבֵיin walk:לָכֶת
the lion,לַיִשׁmightyגִּבּוֹרamong the beasts,בַּבְּהֵמָהandוְthat does notלֹאturn backיָשׁוּבbeforeמִפְּנֵיanything;כֹל
the one girdedזַרְזִירat the loins,מָתְנַיִםorאוֹthe male goat,תָיִשׁandוּa kingמֶלֶךְwith his troop.אַלְקוּם עִמּוֹ
Ifאִםyou have acted foolishlyנָבַלְתָּin exalting yourself,בְהִתְנַשֵּׂאorוְifאִםyou have schemed,זַמּוֹתָput your handיָדto your mouth.לְפֶה
Forכִּיthe pressingמִיץof milkחָלָבbrings outיוֹצִיאbutter,חֶמְאָהandוּthe pressingמִיץof the noseאַףbrings outיוֹצִיאblood,דָםandוּthe pressingמִיץof angerאַפַּיִםbrings outיוֹצִיאstrife.רִיב