2 How long, O Yahweh, have I called out, and thou wouldst not hear me? Have I kept crying unto thee of violence, and thou wouldst not save? 3 Wherefore shouldst thou let me see iniquity, and, wrong, shouldst let me behold, and, force and violence, be straight before me, - and there should have ever been someone who, contention and strife, would uphold? 4 For which cause, benumbed is the law, and there is never any going forth of justice, - for, the lawless, doth circumvent the righteous, for which cause, justice doth go forth perverted?
5 Behold ye, among the nations, and look around, Yea stand stock still - stare, - for, a work, is being wrought in your days, ye will not believe, when it is recounted. 6 For, behold me! raising up the Chaldeans, the bitter and headlong nation, - that marcheth to the breadths of the earth, to take possession of habitations, not his. 7 Awful and fearful, is he, - from himself, his decision and his uprising, proceed. 8 Then, swifter than leopards, are his horses, and, more sharply they attack, than evening wolves, and forward have leapt his chargers, - Yea, his chargers, from afar, will come in, they will fly as an eagle hath hastened to devour. 9 Solely for violence, will he come, the intent of their faces, is - To the east! And he hath gathered, as the sand, a captive host; 10 And, he, over kings, will make merry, and, nobles, will be a scorn to him: he, at any fortress, will laugh, once he hath heaped up dust, he hath captured it! 11 Then, hath he become arrogant in spirit, and hath committed excess, and so is guilty, - this his violence, is due to his god.
12 Art not, thou, from of old, O Yahweh, my God, my Holy One? Thou diest not! O Yahweh, to judgment, hast thou appointed him, and, O Rock, to correction, hast thou devoted him: 13 Thou whose eyes are too pure to look with approval on wrong, to respect oppression, canst not endure, - Wherefore, shouldst thou respect the treacherous? Be silent, when the lawless, swalloweth up, one more righteous than he? 14 So wouldst thou have made Men, like the fishes of the sea, - like the creeping thing that hath no ruler over it: 15 All of which, with a hook, one bringeth up, raketh together with his drag, and hath gathered with his net, - 16 On which account, he is glad and exulteth: on which account, he sacrificeth to his Net, and burneth incense to his Drag; because, thereby, rich, is his portion, and his food - fatness! 17 Shall he, on this account, empty his net? And, the continual slaying of nations, deem to be no pity?