Why do You show me evil, and You look on toil? For destruction and violence are before me; and there is strife, and contention rises up.

Look among the nations, and behold and wonder marvelously; for I will work a work in your days which you will not believe, not even if it is declared to you.

He is terrible and fearful; his judgment and his majesty comes forth from Himself.

All of him shall come for violence; the gathering of their faces is forward; and they gather captives like the sand.

Then he sweeps on like a wind, and he transgresses and is guilty, crediting his power to his god.

So he sacrifices to his net and burns incense to his seine; because by them his portion is fat and his food rich.

For the vision is still for an appointed time, but it speaks to the end, and it does not lie. Though it lingers, wait for it; because it will surely come. It will not tarry.

Behold, the soul of him is lifted up, and is not upright; but the just shall live by his faith.

And also wine indeed betrays a proud man, and he is not content. He widens his soul like Sheol, and he is like death, and is not satisfied, but gathers all nations to himself, and heaps to himself all the peoples.

Shall not all these lift up a parable against him, and a mocking riddle to him, and say, Woe to him who increases what is not his! Until when, then, shall he load the pledges on himself?

Behold, is it not for Jehovah of Hosts that the people labor only for fire; yea, the nations weary themselves only for vanity?

For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the glory of Jehovah, as the waters cover the sea.

You are filled with shame instead of glory; drink also, and be seen as one uncircumcised! The cup of Jehovah's right hand shall turn on you, and disgrace shall be your glory.

Woe to him who says to the wood. Awake! To a dumb stone, Arise, it shall teach! Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, and no breath is in its midst.

But Jehovah is in His holy temple; let all the earth keep silence before Him.

And His brightness is as the light; rays from His hand are His, and there was a hiding of His strength.

You pierced the head of his warriors with his shafts; they storm out to scatter me; their rejoicing is to devour the meek in a secret place.

Though the fig tree shall not blossom, and fruit is not on the vines; the labor of the olive fails, and the fields yield no food. The flock is cut off from the fold, and no herd is in the stalls;

Jehovah the Lord is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.