1On my charge I stand, and I station myself on a bulwark, and I watch to see what He doth speak against me, and what I do reply to my reproof.
2And Jehovah answereth me and saith: 'Write a vision, and explain on the tables, That he may run who is reading it.
3For yet the vision is for a season, And it breatheth for the end, and doth not lie, If it tarry, wait for it, For surely it cometh, it is not late.
4Lo, a presumptuous one! Not upright is his soul within him, And the righteous by his stedfastness liveth.
5And also, because the wine is treacherous, A man is haughty, and remaineth not at home, Who hath enlarged as sheol his soul, And is as death that is not satisfied, And doth gather unto itself all the nations, And doth assemble unto itself all the peoples,
6Do not these — all of them — against him a simile taken up, And a moral of acute sayings for him, And say, Woe to him who is multiplying what is not his? Till when also is he multiplying to himself heavy pledges?
7Do not thy usurers instantly rise up, And those shaking thee awake up, And thou hast been for a spoil to them?
8Because thou hast spoiled many nations, Spoil thee do all the remnant of the peoples, Because of man's blood, and of violence to the land, To the city, and to all dwelling in it.
9Woe to him who is gaining evil gain for his house, To set on high his nest, To be delivered from the hand of evil,
10Thou hast counselled a shameful thing to thy house, To cut off many peoples, and sinful is thy soul.
11For a stone from the wall doth cry out, And a holdfast from the wood answereth it.
12Woe to him who is building a city by blood, And establishing a city by iniquity.
13Lo, is it not from Jehovah of Hosts And peoples are fatigued for fire, And nations for vanity are weary?
14For full is the earth of the knowledge of the honour of Jehovah, As waters cover the bottom of a sea.
15Woe to him who is giving drink to his neighbour, Pouring out thy bottle, and also making drunk, In order to look on their nakedness.
16Thou hast been filled — shame without honour, Drink thou also, and be uncircumcised, Turn round unto thee doth the cup of the right hand of Jehovah, And shameful spewing is on thine honour.
17For violence to Lebanon doth cover thee, And spoil of beasts doth affright them, Because of man's blood, and of violence to the land, To the city, and to all dwelling in it.
18What profit hath a graven image given That its former hath graven it? A molten image and teacher of falsehood, That trusted hath the former on his own formation — to make dumb idols?
19Woe to him who is saying to wood, 'Awake,' 'Stir up,' to a dumb stone, It a teacher! lo, it is overlaid — gold and silver, And there is no spirit in its midst.
20And Jehovah is in His holy temple, Be silent before Him, all the earth!