And Thou makest man as fishes of the sea, As a creeping thing -- none ruling over him.

Lo, a presumptuous one! Not upright is his soul within him, And the righteous by his stedfastness liveth.

Do not these -- all of them -- against him a simile taken up, And a moral of acute sayings for him, And say, Woe to him who is multiplying what is not his? Till when also is he multiplying to himself heavy pledges?

Woe to him who is gaining evil gain for his house, To set on high his nest, To be delivered from the hand of evil,

Woe to him who is building a city by blood, And establishing a city by iniquity.

Woe to him who is giving drink to his neighbour, Pouring out thy bottle, and also making drunk, In order to look on their nakedness.

Woe to him who is saying to wood, 'Awake,' 'Stir up,' to a dumb stone, It a teacher! lo, it is overlaid -- gold and silver, And there is no spirit in its midst.

And Jehovah is in His holy temple, Be silent before Him, all the earth!

Before Him goeth pestilence, And a burning flame goeth forth at His feet.