Hear ye the word, O house of Israel, That Jehovah hath
spoken for you.
Thus said Jehovah: Unto the way of the nations accustom not
yourselves, And by the signs of the heavens be not affrighted, For the nations
are affrighted by them.
For the statutes of the peoples are vanity, For a tree from
a forest hath one cut, Work of the hands of an artificer, with an axe,
With silver and with gold they beautify it, With nails and
with hammers they fix it, And it doth not stumble.
As a palm they are stiff, and they speak not, They
are surely borne, for they step not, Be not afraid of them, for they do no
evil, Yea, also to do good is not in them.
Because there is none like Thee, O Jehovah, Great art
Thou, and great Thy name in might.
Who doth not fear Thee, king of the nations? For to Thee it
is becoming, For among all the wise of the nations, And in all their kingdom
there is none like Thee.
And in one they are brutish and foolish, An instruction of
vanities is the tree itself.
Spread-out silver from Tarshish is brought, And gold from
Uphaz, Work of an artizan, and of the hands of a refiner, Blue and purple is
their clothing, Work of the skilful -- all of them.
And Jehovah is a God of truth, He is a living
God, and a king age-during, From His wrath shake doth the earth, And nations
endure not His indignation.
Thus do ye say to them, The gods Who the heavens and earth
have not made, They do perish from the earth, And from under these heavens.
The maker of the earth by His power, The establisher of the
world by His wisdom, Who, by His understanding, stretched forth the heavens,
At the voice He giveth forth, A multitude of waters is
in the heavens, And He causeth vapours to come up from the end of the earth,
Lightnings for rain He hath made, And bringeth out wind from His treasures.
Brutish is every man by knowledge, Put to shame is every
refiner by a graven image, For false is his molten image. And there is
no breath in them.
Vanity are they, work of erring ones, In the time of
their inspection they perish.
Not like these is the Portion of Jacob, For framer of
all things is He, And Israel is the rod of His inheritance,
Jehovah of Hosts is His name.
Gather from the land thy merchandise, O dweller in the
For thus said Jehovah: Lo, I am slinging out the inhabitants
of the land at this time, And have been an adversary to them, So that they are
Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting,
And I said, Only, this is my sickness, and I bear it.
My tent hath been spoiled, And all my cords have been
broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none
stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains.
For the shepherds have become brutish, And Jehovah they have
not sought, Therefore they have not acted wisely, And all their flock is
A voice of a report, lo, it hath come, Even a great shaking
from the north country, To make the cities of Judah a desolation, A habitation
I have known, O Jehovah, that not of man is his way,
Not of man the going and establishing of his step.
Chastise me, O Jehovah, only in judgment, Not in Thine
anger, lest Thou make me small.
Pour out Thy fury on the nations that have not known Thee,
And on the families that have not called in Thy name, For they have eaten up
Jacob, Yea, they have eaten him up, yea, they consume him, And his habitation
they have made desolate!