⁵ A torch -- despised in the thoughts of the secure Is prepared for those sliding with the feet.

³⁵ Mine `are' vengeance and recompense, At the due time -- doth their foot slide; For near is a day of their calamity, And haste do things prepared for them.

¹⁹ and I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast many good things laid up for many years, be resting, eat, drink, be merry.

⁸ and the foolish said to the prudent, Give us of your oil, because our lamps are going out;

¹ Wo `to' those secure in Zion, And those confident in the mount of Samaria, The marked of the chief of the nations, And come to them have the house of Israel.

² Pass ye over `to' Calneh and see, And go thence `to' Hamath the great, And go down `to' Gath of the Philistines, Are `they' better than these kingdoms? Greater `is' their border than your border?

³ Who are putting away the day of evil, And ye bring nigh the seat of violence,

⁴ Who are lying down on beds of ivory, And are spread out on their couches, And are eating lambs from the flock, And calves from the midst of the stall,

⁵ Who are taking part according to the psaltery, Like David they invented for themselves instruments of music;

⁶ Who are drinking with bowls of wine, And `with' chief perfumes anoint `themselves', And have not been pained for the breach of Joseph.

¹⁶ Give ye to Jehovah your God honour, Before He doth cause darkness, And before your feet stumble on dark mountains, And ye have waited for light, And He hath made it for death-shade, And hath appointed `it' for thick darkness.

²⁰ Whoso is vilifying his father and his mother, Extinguished is his lamp in blackness of darkness.

⁹ The light of the righteous rejoiceth, And the lamp of the wicked is extinguished.

³ Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,

⁴ Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

¹⁸ If I have said, `My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.

⁵ To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.

⁵ Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.

⁴ I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.

⁵ Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?

¹⁹ `And -- a certain man was rich, and was clothed in purple and fine linen, making merry sumptuously every day,

²⁰ and there was a certain poor man, by name Lazarus, who was laid at his porch, full of sores,