For, to the wind, they sow, and, to the whirlwind, they reap: stalk, hath it none, That which shooteth forth, shall yield no meal, If so be it yield, foreigners, swallow it lip,
Your country—is a desolation, Your cities—are consumed with fire,—Your soil—right before your eyes, foreigners are devouring it, And it is a desolation a very overthrow by foreigners;
The righteous one, hath perished, And not a man, hath taken it to heart—Yea the men of lovingkindness, have been withdrawn No one considering, That from the presence of calamity, hath the righteous been withdrawn.
Pul the king of Assyria came against the land, so Menahem gave unto Pul, a thousand talents of silver,—that his hands might be with him, to confirm the kingdom, in his hand.
Nay! thou hadst not heard, Nay! thou hadst not known, Nay! in time past, thine ear, was not opened,—For I knew that thou, wouldst be treacherous, Yea a transgressor from birth, hast thou been called.
My people, are destroyed, for lack of knowledge,—Because, thou, hast rejected knowledge, therefore will I reject thee from ministering as priest unto me, and, because thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I also, will forget thy children.