YLT(i)
22 For a fire hath been kindled in Mine anger, And it burneth unto Sheol—the lowest, And consumeth earth and its increase, And setteth on fire foundations of mountains.
23 I gather upon them evils, Mine arrows I consume upon them.
24 Exhausted by famine, And consumed by heat, and bitter destruction. And the teeth of beasts I send upon them, With poison of fearful things of the dust.
25 Without bereave doth the sword, And at the inner-chambers—fear, Both youth and virgin, Suckling with man of grey hair.
26 I have said: I blow them away, I cause their remembrance to cease from man; 27 If not—the anger of an enemy I fear, Lest their adversaries know—Lest they say, Our hand is high, And Jehovah hath not wrought all this. 28 For a nation lost to counsels are they, And there is no understanding in them. 29 If they were wise—They deal wisely with this; They attend to their latter end: 30 How doth one pursue a thousand, And two cause a myriad to flee! If not—that their rock hath sold them, And Jehovah hath shut them up? 31 For not as our Rock is their rock, (And our enemies are judges!) 32 For of the vine of Sodom their vine is, And of the fields of Gomorrah; Their grapes are grapes of gall—They have bitter clusters; 33 The poison of dragons is their wine And the fierce venom of asps. 34 Is it not laid up with Me? Sealed among My treasures? 35 Mine are vengeance and recompense, At the due time—doth their foot slide; For near is a day of their calamity, And haste do things prepared for them. 36 For Jehovah doth judge His people, And for His servants doth repent Himself. For He seeth—the going away of power, And none is restrained and left. 37 And He hath said, Where are their gods—The rock in which they trusted; 38 Which the fat of their sacrifices do eat, They drink the wine of their libation! Let them arise and help you, Let it be for you a hiding-place!
39 See ye, now, that I—I am He, And there is no god with Me: I put to death, and I keep alive; I have smitten, and I heal; And there is not from My hand a deliverer, 40 For I lift up unto the heavens My hand, And have said, I live—to the age! 41 If I have sharpened the brightness of My sword, And My hand doth lay hold on judgment, I turn back vengeance to Mine adversaries, And to those hating Me—I repay! 42 I make drunk Mine arrows with blood, And My sword devoureth flesh, From the blood of the pierced and captive, From the head of the freemen of the enemy.
26 I have said: I blow them away, I cause their remembrance to cease from man; 27 If not—the anger of an enemy I fear, Lest their adversaries know—Lest they say, Our hand is high, And Jehovah hath not wrought all this. 28 For a nation lost to counsels are they, And there is no understanding in them. 29 If they were wise—They deal wisely with this; They attend to their latter end: 30 How doth one pursue a thousand, And two cause a myriad to flee! If not—that their rock hath sold them, And Jehovah hath shut them up? 31 For not as our Rock is their rock, (And our enemies are judges!) 32 For of the vine of Sodom their vine is, And of the fields of Gomorrah; Their grapes are grapes of gall—They have bitter clusters; 33 The poison of dragons is their wine And the fierce venom of asps. 34 Is it not laid up with Me? Sealed among My treasures? 35 Mine are vengeance and recompense, At the due time—doth their foot slide; For near is a day of their calamity, And haste do things prepared for them. 36 For Jehovah doth judge His people, And for His servants doth repent Himself. For He seeth—the going away of power, And none is restrained and left. 37 And He hath said, Where are their gods—The rock in which they trusted; 38 Which the fat of their sacrifices do eat, They drink the wine of their libation! Let them arise and help you, Let it be for you a hiding-place!
39 See ye, now, that I—I am He, And there is no god with Me: I put to death, and I keep alive; I have smitten, and I heal; And there is not from My hand a deliverer, 40 For I lift up unto the heavens My hand, And have said, I live—to the age! 41 If I have sharpened the brightness of My sword, And My hand doth lay hold on judgment, I turn back vengeance to Mine adversaries, And to those hating Me—I repay! 42 I make drunk Mine arrows with blood, And My sword devoureth flesh, From the blood of the pierced and captive, From the head of the freemen of the enemy.