And the anger of God hath gone up against them, And He slayeth among their fat ones, And youths of Israel He caused to bend.

They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.

He causeth him to eat of the fat of wheat, And with honey from a rock I satisfy thee!

Turn back to us, O God of our salvation, And make void Thine anger with us.

On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

If I have said, 'My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.

The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God their food.

All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season.

They have afflicted with fetters his feet, Iron hath entered his soul,

All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,

They have compassed me about, And they fight me without cause.

Their hands, but they handle not, Their feet, and they walk not;

For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, My eyes from tears, my feet from overthrowing.

I have reckoned my ways, And turn back my feet unto Thy testimonies.

Insensate as fat hath been their heart, I -- in Thy law I have delighted.

From every evil path I restrained my feet, So that I keep Thy word.

Nun. A lamp to my foot is Thy word, And a light to my path.

Time for Jehovah to work! they have made void Thy law.

He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.

Our feet have been standing in thy gates, O Jerusalem!

Giving food to all flesh, For to the age is His kindness.

The eyes of all unto Thee do look, And Thou art giving to them their food in its season,

Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.

Who is making thy border peace, With the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.

My son! go not in the way with them, Withhold thy foot from their path,

For their feet to evil do run, And they haste to shed blood.

Then thou goest thy way confidently, And thy foot doth not stumble.

For Jehovah is at thy side, And He hath kept thy foot from capture.

Ponder thou the path of thy feet, And all thy ways are established.

Incline not to the right or to the left, Turn aside thy foot from evil!

Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.

And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food,

She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.

Winking with his eyes, speaking with his feet, Directing with his fingers,

A heart devising thoughts of vanity -- Feet hasting to run to evil --

Doth a man walk on the hot coals, And are his feet not scorched?

Noisy she is, and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.

A liberal soul is made fat, And whoso is watering, he also is watered.

The soul of the slothful is desiring, and hath not. And the soul of the diligent is made fat.

Abundance of food -- the tillage of the poor, And substance is consumed without judgment.

Without counsel is the making void of purposes, And in a multitude of counsellors it is established.

The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart, A good report maketh fat the bone.

Also, without knowledge the soul is not good, And the hasty in feet is sinning.

Have no desire to his dainties, seeing it is lying food.

Apples of gold in imagery of silver, Is the word spoken at its fit times.

Withdraw thy foot from thy neighbour's house, Lest he be satiated with thee, and have hated thee.

A bad tooth, and a tottering foot, Is the confidence of the treacherous in a day of adversity.

He is cutting off feet, he is drinking injury, Who is sending things by the hand of a fool.

Whoso is proud in soul stirreth up contention, And whoso is trusting on Jehovah is made fat.

The ants are a people not strong, And they prepare in summer their food,

Yea, she riseth while yet night, And giveth food to her household, And a portion to her damsels.

Keep thy feet when thou goest unto a house of God, and draw near to hear rather than to give of fools the sacrifice, for they do not know they do evil.

If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.

Why to Me the abundance of your sacrifices? saith Jehovah, I have been satiated with burnt-offerings of rams, And fat of fatlings; And blood of bullocks, and lambs, And he-goats I have not desired.

Because that daughters of Zion have been haughty, And they walk stretching out the neck, And deceiving with the eyes, Walking and mincing they go, And with their feet they make a tinkling,

And fed have lambs according to their leading, And waste places of the fat ones Do sojourners consume.

Seraphs are standing above it: six wings hath each one; with two each covereth its face, and with two each covereth its feet, and with two each flieth.

Declare fat the heart of this people, And its ears declare heavy, And its eyes declare dazzled, Lest it see with its eyes, And with its ears hear, and its heart consider, And it hath turned back, and hath health.'

And it cometh to pass in the days of Ahaz, son of Jotham, son of Uzziah, king of Judah, gone up hath Rezin king of Aram, and Pekah, son of Remaliah, king of Israel, to Jerusalem, to battle against it, and he is not able to fight against it.

In that day doth the Lord shave, By a razor that is hired beyond the river, By the king of Asshur, The head, and the hair of the feet, Yea, also the beard it consumeth.

Therefore doth the Lord, the Lord of Hosts, Send among his fat ones leanness, And under his honour He kindleth a burning As the burning of a fire.

And cow and bear do feed, Together lie down their young ones, And a lion as an ox eateth straw.

For Jehovah of Hosts hath purposed, And who doth make void? And His hand that is stretched out, Who doth turn it back?'

at that time spake Jehovah by the hand of Isaiah son of Amoz, saying, 'Go, and thou hast loosed the sackcloth from off thy loins, and thy sandal thou dost draw from off thy foot,' and he doth so, going naked and barefoot.

Is this your exulting one? From the days of old is her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.

And the land hath been defiled under its inhabitants, Because they have transgressed laws, They have changed a statute, They have made void a covenant age-during.

And made hath Jehovah of Hosts, For all the peoples in this mount, A banquet of fat things, a banquet of preserved things, Fat things full of marrow, preserved things refined.

Tread it down doth a foot, Feet of the poor -- steps of the weak.

Woe to the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim. And the fading flower of the beauty of his glory, That is on the head of the fat valley of the broken down of wine.

By feet trodden down is the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim,

And the fading flower of the beauty of his glory That is on the head of the fat valley, Hath been as its first-fruit before summer, That its beholder seeth, While it is yet in his hand he swalloweth it.

And He hath given rain for thy seed, With which thou dost sow the ground, And bread, the increase of the ground, And it hath been fat and plenteous, Enjoy do thy cattle in that day an enlarged pasture.

Happy are ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!

And consumed have been all the host of the heavens, And rolled together as a book have been the heavens, And all their hosts do fade, As the fading of a leaf of a vine, And as the fading one of a fig-tree.

A sword is to Jehovah -- it hath been full of blood, It hath been made fat with fatness, With blood of lambs and he-goats. With fat of kidneys of rams, For a sacrifice is to Jehovah in Bozrah, And a great slaughter in the land of Edom.

And come down have reems with them, And bullocks with bulls, And soaked hath been their land from blood, And their dust from fatness is made fat.

And he heareth concerning Tirhakah king of Cush, saying, 'He hath come out to fight with thee;' and he heareth, and sendeth messengers unto Hezekiah, saying,

-- And this to thee is the sign, Food of the year is self-sown grain, And in the second year the spontaneous growth, And in the third year, sow ye and reap, And plant vineyards, and eat their fruit.

Who stirred up from the east a righteous one? He calleth him to His foot, He giveth before him nations, And kings He causeth him to rule, He giveth them as dust to his sword, As driven stubble to his bow.

He pursueth them, he passeth over in safety A path with his feet he entereth not.

Thou hast not bought for Me with money sweet cane, And with the fat of thy sacrifices hast not filled Me, Only -- thou hast caused Me to serve with thy sins, Thou hast wearied Me with thine iniquities.

Making void the tokens of devisers, And diviners it maketh mad, Turning the wise backward, And their knowledge it maketh foolish.

To say to the bound, Go out, To those in darkness, Be uncovered. On the ways they feed, And in all high places is their pasture.

And kings have been thy nursing fathers, And their princesses thy nursing mothers; Face to the earth -- they bow down to thee, And the dust of thy feet they lick up, And thou hast known that I am Jehovah, That those expecting Me are not ashamed.

How comely on the mountains, Have been the feet of one proclaiming tidings, Sounding peace, proclaiming good tidings, Sounding salvation, Saying to Zion, 'Reigned hath thy God.'

If thou dost turn from the sabbath thy foot, Doing thine own pleasure on My holy day, And hast cried to the sabbath, 'A delight,' To the holy of Jehovah, 'Honoured,' And hast honoured it, without doing thine own ways, Without finding thine own pleasure, And speaking a word.

Their feet to evil do run, And they haste to shed innocent blood, Their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity, Spoiling and destruction are in their highways.

The honour of Lebanon unto thee doth come, Fir, pine, and box together, To beautify the place of My sanctuary, And the place of My feet I make honourable.

And come unto thee, bowing down, Have sons of those afflicting thee, And bowed themselves to the soles of thy feet Have all despising thee, And they have cried to thee: 'City of Jehovah, Zion of the Holy One of Israel.'

And strangers have stood and fed your flock, Sons of a foreigner are your husbandmen, And your vine-dressers.

Sworn hath Jehovah by His right hand, Even by the arm of His strength: 'I give not thy corn any more as food for thine enemies, Nor do sons of a stranger drink thy new wine, For which thou hast laboured.

Wherefore is thy clothing red? And thy garments as treading in a wine fat?'

And we are as unclean -- all of us, And as a garment passing away, all our righteous acts; And we fade as a leaf -- all of us. And our iniquities as wind do take us away.

Wolf and lamb do feed as one, And a lion as an ox eateth straw, As to the serpent -- dust is its food, They do no evil, nor destroy, In all My holy mountain, said Jehovah!

Withhold thy foot from being unshod, And thy throat from thirst, And thou sayest, 'It is incurable, No, for I have loved strangers, and after them I go.'

And I have given to you shepherds According to Mine own heart, And they have fed you with knowledge and understanding.