But now, because he has not visited in his anger, neither does he greatly regard arrogance.

但如今因他未曾发怒降罚，也不甚理会狂傲，

但如今因他未曾发怒降罚，也一点都不理会狂傲，

但如今因他未曾发怒降罚，也一点都不理会狂傲，

你还说祂没有发怒降罚，也不理会罪恶。

但现在因为他还没有在忿怒中降罚，也不大理会人的过犯；

但如今因他未曾發怒降罰，也不甚理會狂傲，

但如今因他未曾發怒降罰，也一點都不理會狂傲，

但如今因他未曾發怒降罰，也一點都不理會狂傲，

你還說祂沒有發怒降罰，也不理會罪惡。

但現在因為他還沒有在忿怒中降罰，也不大理會人的過犯；

如今呢、他的忿怒既未曾行察罰，你便說他不很理會人的過犯。』

今因上帝未加以怒、不甚介意於傲慢、

今上帝猶未震怒、薄加譴責。

今雖言天主震怒以降罰、猶不視為降罰、尚未細察大過、

and further, that his anger never punishes and he does not take the least notice of wickedness.

When you say his anger never punishes sin, he won’t hear you. He won’t listen when you say he doesn’t pay any attention to evil.

And now, because his anger does not punish, and he does not take much note of transgression,

You say he does not respond to sinners with anger and is not greatly concerned about wickedness.

But now, because God’s anger does not punish and he does not pay attention to transgression,

And now, because He has not avenged His anger, Nor has He acknowledged wrongdoing well,

And now, because He has not punished in His anger, Nor taken much notice of folly,

But now, because he hath not visited in his anger, Neither doth he greatly regard arrogance;

But now, because God’s anger does not punish and He does not pay attention to transgression,

But now, because[ it is] not[ so], he hath visited in his anger; yet he knoweth[ it] not in great extremity:

And further, when you say that his anger does not punish, and that he does not know transgression!

then I will punish their sin with the rod, and their iniquity with stripes.

Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.

“ How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I make you like Zeboiim? My heart is turned within me, my compassion is aroused.I will not execute the fierceness of my anger. I will not return to destroy Ephraim: for I am God, and not man; the Holy One among you; and I will not come in wrath.

All chastening seems for the present to be not joyous but grievous; yet afterward it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.Therefore lift up the hands that hang down and the feeble knees,

Yahweh said to Moses and Aaron,“ Because you didn’t believe in me, to sanctify me in the eyes of the children of Israel, therefore you shall not bring this assembly into the land which I have given them.”

Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.

How much less will I answer him, And choose my words to argue with him?

As many as I love, I reprove and chasten. Be zealous therefore, and repent.

But now it has come to you, and you faint. It touches you, and you are troubled.

Behold, you will be silent and not able to speak, until the day that these things will happen, because you didn’t believe my words, which will be fulfilled in their proper time.”

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.“ Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.“ However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.