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

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,

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!

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

Then I will punish their transgression with the rod, And their iniquity with stripes.

Shall Your lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or Your faithfulness in the place of destruction?Shall Your wonders be known in the dark? And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?But to You I have cried out, O Lord, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.Lord, why do You cast off my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me?I have been afflicted and ready to die from my youth; I suffer Your terrors; I am distraught.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 set you like Zeboiim? My heart churns within Me; My sympathy is stirred.I will not execute the fierceness of My anger; I will not again destroy Ephraim. For I am God, and not man, The Holy One in your midst; And I will not come with terror.

Now no chastening seems to be joyful for the present, but painful; nevertheless, afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.Therefore strengthen the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees,

Then the Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron,“ Because you did not believe Me, to hallow Me in the eyes of the children of Israel, therefore you shall not bring this assembly into the land which I have given them.”

Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before Him.

“ How then can I answer Him, And choose my words to reason with Him?

As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent.

But now it comes upon you, and you are weary; It touches you, and you are troubled.

But behold, you will be mute and not able to speak until the day these things take place, because you did not believe my words which will be fulfilled in their own time.”

Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.“ And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.“ I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me.But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success.For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.“ Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches.My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.