Thou hast rebuked the cursed proud, Who are erring from Thy commands.

And I walk habitually in a broad place, For Thy precepts I have sought.

The proud have utterly scorned me, From Thy law I have not turned aside.

Forged against me falsehood have the proud, I with the whole heart keep Thy precepts.

Ashamed are the proud, For with falsehood they dealt perversely with me. I meditate in Thy precepts.

The proud have digged for me pits, That are not according to Thy law.

Of all perfection I have seen an end, Broad is Thy command -- exceedingly!

Make sure Thy servant for good, Let not the proud oppress me.

Then passed over our soul had the proud waters.

Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.

Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.

Her provision I greatly bless, Her needy ones I satisfy with bread,

As the good oil on the head, Coming down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, That cometh down on the skirt of his robes,

I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,

My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.

The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

Doing judgment for the oppressed, Giving bread to the hungry.

The wild beast, and all cattle, Creeping thing, and winged bird,

Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.

Wisdom in an out-place crieth aloud, In broad places she giveth forth her voice,

For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.

Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters.

Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

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

For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.

Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --

Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life.

The fear of Jehovah is to hate evil; Pride, and arrogance, and an evil way, And a froward mouth, I have hated.

In there being no depths, I was brought forth, In there being no fountains heavy with waters,

Before mountains were sunk, Before heights, I was brought forth.

Rejoicing in the habitable part of His earth, And my delights are with the sons of men.

'Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.

'Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'

Pride hath come, and shame cometh, And with the lowly is wisdom.

Better is the lightly esteemed who hath a servant, Than the self-honoured who lacketh bread.

Whoso is tilling the ground is satisfied with bread, And whoso is pursuing vanities is lacking heart,

A vain man through pride causeth debate, And with the counselled is wisdom.

In the mouth of a fool is a rod of pride, And the lips of the wise preserve them.

The house of the proud Jehovah pulleth down, And He setteth up the border of the widow.

An abomination to Jehovah is every proud one of heart, Hand to hand he is not acquitted.

Before destruction is pride, And before stumbling -- a haughty spirit.'

Better is humility of spirit with the poor, Than to apportion spoil with the proud.

Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes -- be satisfied with bread.

Sweet to a man is the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled with gravel.

Loftiness of eyes, and breadth of heart, Tillage of the wicked is sin.

Proud, haughty, scorner is his name, Who is working in the wrath of pride.

The good of eye -- he is blessed, For he hath given of his bread to the poor.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

Eat not the bread of an evil eye, And have no desire to his dainties,

If he who is hating thee doth hunger, cause him to eat bread, And if he thirst, cause him to drink water.

As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is in the way, A lion is in the broad places.'

As a bird wandering from her nest, So is a man wandering from his place.

And a sufficiency of goats' milk is for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!

A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, Is a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.

Whoso is tilling his ground is satisfied with bread, And whoso is pursuing vanity, Is filled with poverty.

To discern faces is not good, And for a piece of bread doth a man transgress.

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

The pride of man humbleth him, And humility of spirit upholdeth honour.

Vanity and a lying word put far from me, Poverty or wealth give not to me, Cause me to eat the bread of my portion,

For a servant when he reigneth, And a fool when he is satisfied with bread,

She hath been as ships of the merchant, From afar she bringeth in her bread.

She is watching the ways of her household, And bread of sloth she eateth not.

Go, eat with joy thy bread, and drink with a glad heart thy wine, for already hath God been pleased with thy works.

I have turned so as to see under the sun, that not to the swift is the race, nor to the mighty the battle, nor even to the wise bread, nor even to the intelligent wealth, nor even to the skilful grace, for time and chance happen with them all.

By slothfulness is the wall brought low, And by idleness of the hands doth the house drop.

Send forth thy bread on the face of the waters, For in the multitude of the days thou dost find it.

And doors have been shut in the street. When the noise of the grinding is low, And one riseth at the voice of the bird, And all daughters of song are bowed down.

Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me is love,

-- Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! -- I sought him, and I found him not.

But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.

His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,

Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.

Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth, For Jehovah hath spoken: Sons I have nourished and brought up, And they -- they transgressed against Me.

For a day is to Jehovah of Hosts, For every proud and high one, And for every lifted up and low one,

For, lo, the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, Is turning aside from Jerusalem, And from Judah, stay and staff, Every stay of bread, and every stay of water.

He lifteth up, in that day, saying: 'I am not a binder up, And in my house is neither bread nor garment, Ye do not make me a ruler of the people.'

And taken hold have seven women on one man, In that day, saying, 'Our own bread we do eat, And our own raiment we put on, Only, let thy name be called over us, Remove thou our reproach.'

And Jehovah hath put man far off, And great is the forsaken part in the heart of the land.

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.

And it hath passed on into Judah, It hath overflown and passed over, Unto the neck it cometh, And the stretching out of its wings Hath been the fulness of the breadth of thy land, O Emmanu-El!

And the people have known -- all of it, Ephraim, and the inhabitant of Samaria, In pride and in greatness of heart, saying,

And I have appointed on the world evil, And on the wicked their iniquity, And have caused to cease the excellency of the proud, And the excellency of the terrible I make low.

And peoples have taken them, And have brought them in unto their place, And the house of Israel have inherited them, On the land of Jehovah, For men-servants and for maid-servants, And they have been captors of their captors, And have ruled over their exactors.

Brought down to Sheol hath been thine excellency, The noise of thy psaltery, Under thee spread out hath been the worm, Yea, covering thee is the worm.

Only -- unto Sheol thou art brought down, Unto the sides of the pit.

He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places -- to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads is baldness, every beard cut off.

In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth -- going down with weeping.

And it hath come to pass, As a wandering bird, a nest cast out, Are daughters of Moab, at fords of Arnon.

We have heard of the pride of Moab -- very proud, His pride, and his arrogance, and his wrath, Not right are his devices.

At that time brought is a present to Jehovah of Hosts, A nation drawn out and peeled. Even of a people fearful from the beginning hitherto, A nation meting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled, Unto the place of the name of Jehovah of Hosts -- mount Zion!'

To meet the thirsty brought water have Inhabitants of the land of Tema, With his bread they came before a fugitive.

And thy coverer covering, wrapping round, Wrappeth thee round, O babbler, On a land broad of sides -- there thou diest, And there the chariots of thine honour Are the shame of the house of thy lord.

Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: 'I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins.'

We have conceived, we have been pained. We have brought forth as it were wind, Salvation we do not work in the earth, Nor do the inhabitants of the world fall.

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,