Lo! how good and how delightful, for brethren, to dwell together even as one.

How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?

Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, - how they continued to say - Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.

O ruined daughter of Babylon, - how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!

How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.

To me, then, how precious have thy desires become, O GOD! How numerous, the heads of them!

How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!

How happy is he that hath the GOD of Jacob as his help, whose hope, is on Yahweh his God: -

Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!

How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and, scoffers, in scoffing, delight them? and, dullards, hate knowledge?

How happy the man who hath found wisdom, and the man who draweth forth understanding,

And thou shalt say - How I hated correction! and, reproof, my heart disdained;

How long, O sluggard, wilt thou lie? how long ere thou rise from thy sleep?

Now, therefore, ye sons, hearken to me, for how happy are they who, to my ways, pay regard!

How happy the man that doth hearken to me, - keeping guard at my doors, day by day, watching at the posts of my gates;

Lo! the righteous, in the earth shall be recompensed, how much more the lawless and the sinner.

He that sheweth contempt for his neighbour, sinneth, but, he that sheweth favour to the afflicted, how happy is he!

Hades and destruction, are before Yahweh, how much more then, the hearts of the sons of men.

A man hath joy, in the answer of his own mouth, and, a word in its season, - how good!

To acquire wisdom, how much better than gold! and, to get hold of understanding, more choice than silver!

He that showeth discretion concerning a matter, shall find good, and, he that trusteth in Yahweh, how happy is he!

All the brethren of a poor man, hate him, how much more have, his friends, gone far from him, he may hunt up promises - there are none.

Unseemly for dullard, is delicate living, how much more for, a servant, to bear rule over princes.

As for a righteous man, walking in his integrity, how happy are his children after him!

From Yahweh, are a man's steps, a son of earth, then - how can he discern his way?

The sacrifice of the lawless, is an abomination, how much more, when, with wickedness, he bringeth it in!

How happy the man who is ever circumspect, whereas, he that hardeneth his heart, shall fall into calamity.

Where there is no vision, a people is let loose, but, he that keepeth instruction, how happy is he!

A generation! How lofty are its eyes, and its eyelashes uplifted.

For there is no remembrance of a wise man, more than of a dullard, unto times age-abiding, - seeing that, already, in the days to come, all hath been forgotten, how then cometh it that the wise man dieth equally with the dullard?

Moreover, if two lie together, then have they warmth, - but how can, one, have warmth?

Better a boy poor and wise, - than a king, old and stupid, who knoweth not how to take warning any longer.

The toil of dullards, shall weary a man, that he knoweth not how to go into the city.

How happy art thou, O land, when thy king is a son of nobles, - and, thy rulers, in season, do eat, for strength, and not for debauchery.

How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, - how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:

I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?

I know not how it was , my soul, set for me the chariots of my willing people!

How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, - The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:

HEHow beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:

How hath she become unchaste! - The city that was Faithful, - Full of justice, Righteousness lodged in her, But, now, murderers!

Then said I - How long, My Lord? And he said - Until the time that Cities be wasted through having no inhabitant And houses - through having no men, And, the ground, be laid waste unto desolation;

Howl ye! for at hand is the day of Yahweh, - As a veritable destruction from the Almighty, shall it come.

that thou shalt take up this taunt over the king of Babylon, and shalt say: - How hath ceased the oppressor! Ceased the exactress!

How hast thou fallen from heaven, O Shining One - Son of the Dawn! Hewn down to the earth, O crusher of nations!

Howl - O gate, Make outcry - O city, Dispersed art thou Philistia, all of thee, - For out of the north, a smoke cometh in, With no straggler in his ranks.

Therefore shall, Moab, howl for, Moab, All that belong to her, shall wail, - For the ruins of Kir-hareseth, shall they moan out Utterly stricken!

Surely, foolish, are the princes of Zoan, the wisest counsellors of Pharaoh, in counsel are brutish, - How can ye say unto Pharaoh, Son of the wise, am I Son of the kings of olden time?

And the inhabitant of this shore, shall exclaim, in that day, Lo! such, is our expectation, whereunto we fled for help, that we might be delivered from the presence of the king of Assyria! How then shall, we, escape?

The oracle on Dumah: Unto me, is one crying - out of Seir, Watchman! how far gone is the night? Watchman, how far gone is the night?

The oracle on Tyre, - Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.

Pass ye over to Tarshish, - Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, - For laid waste is your fortress.

And, therefore, will Yahweh wait, That he may grant you favour, And, therefore, will he lift himself up, That he may show you compassion, - For A God of justice, is, Yahweh, How happy all they who are waiting for him

How happy are ye who sow beside all waters, - Who send forth the foot of the ox and the ass.

How then wilt thou turn away the face of one pasha of the least of my lords servants? Or hast thou on thy part trusted upon Egypt, for chariots and for horsemen?

and said, - I beseech thee, O Yahweh, remember, I pray thee, how I have walked before thee in faithfulness and with an undivided heart, and, that which is good in thine eyes, have I done. And Hezekiah wept aloud.

Therefore shall come on thee - Mischief, Thou shalt not know how to charm it away Yea there shall fall on thee, Ruin, Thou shalt not be able to appease it, - And there shall come on thee suddenly. Desolation. Thou shalt not know.

For mine own sake - for mine own sake, will I effectually work For how should it be profaned? And, my glory - to another, will I not give.

My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, - He kept wakening - morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;

Now, therefore, what do I here? Demandeth Yahweh. That my people have been taken away for nought? They who rule them, do howl, Declareth Yahweh, And, continually - all the day, is my Name brought into contempt.

How beautiful, upon the mountains are the feet - Of him That bringeth good tidings, That publisheth peace, That bringeth good tidings of blessing, That publisheth salvation, - That saith unto Zion, Thy God, hath become king.

How happy the frail man, who doeth this! Yea the son of the earth-born who firmly graspeth it! Keeping the sabbath lest he profane it, and Keeping his own hand from doing any wrong.

Lo! my servants, shall shout in triumph for mirth of heart But, ye, shall make outcry, for pain of heart, And for a breaking of spirit, shall ye howl.

Then said I - Ah! My Lord Yahweh! Lo! I know not how to speak, - For a child, am I!

Yet, I, planted thee a precious vine, a wholly true seed, - How then didst thou change thyself towards me, into the degenerate plantings of the alien vine?

How canst thou say, I have not defiled myself, After the Baalim, have I not gone? See thy way, in the valley, Own what thou hast done, - A nimble young she-camel, crossing her own ways;

How thou dost make winsome thy way, to seek love! Therefore, even unto wicked women, hast thou taught thy ways.

How vigorously, thou goest about changing thy way! Even of Egypt, shalt thou be ashamed, just as thou wast ashamed of Assyria:

Though, I myself, had said, - How can I put thee among the sons, And give thee a land to be coveted, An inheritance of beauty, of the hosts of nations? Yet I said, My father, shalt thou call me, And away from me, shalt thou not turn.

On this account, gird you with sackcloth, lament and howl, - Because the glow of the anger of Yahweh hath not turned from us.

Wash from wickedness thy heart, O Jerusalem, That thou mayest be saved, - How long, shall lodge within thee thy wicked devices?

How long shall I keep on seeing a standard, - continue to hear the sound of a horn?

Surely, perverse, is my people Me, have they not known, Foolish sons, they are, Yea without understanding, they are: Wise, they are to commit wickedness, But how to do well, they know not!

How, for this, can I pardon thee? Thine own sons, have forsaken me, And have sworn by No-gods, - When I had fed them to the full, Then committed they adultery, And the house of the unchaste woman, they used to throng:

Were they led to turn pale because an abominable thing, they had done! Nay! they did not, at all turn pale, Nay! they did not so much as know how, to exhibit shame, Therefore, shall they fall among them who are falling, In the time when I punish them, shall they be overthrown, Saith Yahweh.

How can ye say, Wise, are, we, And the law of Yahweh, is with us? But indeed lo! falsely, hath dealt the false pen of the scribes!

Were they led to turn pale because an abominable thing, they had done? Nay! they did not, at all turn pale Nay! they did not so much as know how to exhibit shame! Therefore, shall they fall among them who are falling, In the time when they are punished, shall they be overthrown, Saith Yahweh:

Therefore, thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, Behold me! melting them, so will I try them, - For how else should I do because of the wickedness of the daughter of my people?

Yea, a voice of wailing, hath been heard out of Zion How are we ruined! We have turned very pale For we have left the land, For they have cast down our habitations.

How long, shall the land mourn, And, the herbage of the whole field, wither? For the wickedness of them that dwell therein, beast and bird, have perished, For say they, He will not see our latter end!

If, with the footmen, thou hast run and they have wearied thee, How then wilt thou hotly contend with horses? Though in a safe land thou art confident, Yet how wilt thou deal with the proud banks of the Jordan?

Thine adulteries and thy neighings, thine unchaste wickedness, Upon the hills in the field, I have seen thine abominations! Woe to thee, O Jerusalem, Wilt thou not become pure? After how long yet?

Shall, evil, be recompensed for good? For they have digged a pit for my life, - Remember how I stood before thee To speak in their behalf what was good! To turn back thine indignation from them.

O inhabitress of Lebanon that makest thy nest in the cedars, - How hast thou bemoaned thyself Now that pangs have overtaken thee, Anguish, as of her that giveth birth.

How long shall it be in the heart of the prophets, To be prophets of falsehood, - And prophets of the deceit of their own heart?

Howl ye shepherds and make outcry, And roll in the dust ye illustrious of the flock, Because your days for being slaughtered, are fulfilled, - Therefore will I break you in pieces, and ye shall fall like a precious vessel!

How long wilt thou turn hither and thither, O apostate daughter? For Yahweh hath created a new thing in the earth, A female defendeth, a strong man!

Then unto Baruch, put they questions saying, - Tell us, we pray thee, How, didst thou write all these words at his mouth?

Thus, saith Yahweh - Lo! waters rising from the North And they shall become a torrent overflowing, Which shall overflow The land and the fulness thereof, The city, and the dwellers therein, - Then shall men make outcry, And all the inhabitants of the land, howl.

Baldness hath come, upon Gaza, Silenced is Ashkelon the remnant of their vale, - How long, wilt thou cut thyself?

Ah! thou sword of Yahweh, How long, wilt thou not be quiet? Withdraw into thy scabbard, Rest thyself and be still.

How, can it be quiet, when, Yahweh, hath given it a charge, - against Ashkelon and against the shore of the sea? There, hath he appointed it!

How can ye say, Heroes, are we? and Men of might for the war?

Lament ye for him - All that are round about him, and All that know his name, - Say, How is broken - The staff of strength! The rod of beauty!

Confounded is Moab! For it is broken down! Howl and make outcry, - Tell ye in Arnon, That Moab is spoiled;

For this cause over Moab, will I howl, And for all Moab, will I make outcry, - For the men of Kir-heres, must one moan!

How it is broken down! They have howled, How hath Moab turned the back, for shame, - So shall Moab become a derision and a terror to all round about him.

Howl, O Heshbon, for Ai is spoiled Make outcry, ye daughters of Rabbah, Gird you with sackcloth, Lament ye and run to and fro among the fences, - For, Malkam, into captivity, shall go, His priests and his princes, together.

How s cut and broken the hammer of all the earth! How hath Babylon become an astonishment among the nations!

Suddenly, hath Babylon fallen and been broken, - Howl ye over her Fetch balsam for her pain, Peradventure she shall be healed!