The Raḇ
And the sovereign of Ashshur sent the Tartan, and the Raḇ
He put his trust in יהוה Elohim of Yisra’ĕ
“Speak to Ḥ
My enemies have reproached me, Like a crushing of my bones, While they say to me all day long, “Where is your Elohim?”
My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me all day, “Where is your Elohim?”
Before destruction comes pride, And before a fall a haughty spirit!
“How do you say, ‘We are mighty and strong men for battle’?
The sovereign spoke and said, “Is not this great Baḇ
These are grumblers, complainers, who walk according to their own lusts, and their mouth speaks proudly, admiring faces of others for the sake of gain.
