Your heart ponders fear, “Where is the scribe? Where is he who weighs? Where is he who counts the towers?”
Where is the wise? Where is the scholar? Where is the debater of this age? Has not Elohim made foolish the wisdom of this world?
And Ḥ
the persecutions, the sufferings, which came to me at Antioch, at Ikonion, and at Lustra – what persecutions I bore. Yet out of them all the Master delivered me.
At eventide, look! Alarm! Before morning, it is no more. This is the portion of those who plunder us, and the lot of those who rob us.
You who have shown me great and evil distresses, Revive me again and bring me up again From the depths of the earth.
And I, I have said in my haste, “I am cut off from before Your eyes,” Yet You heard the voice of my prayers When I cried out to You.
“Do not listen to Ḥ
Pul the sovereign of Ashshur came against the land. And Menaḥ
And Dawiḏ
And Aḇ
“In righteousness you shall be established – far from oppression, for you shall not fear, and far from ruin, for it does not come near you.