⁴ Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.

⁵ O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!

¹⁵⁵ Far from the wicked `is' salvation, For Thy statutes they have not sought.

⁴ `Or those eighteen, on whom the tower in Siloam fell, and killed them; think ye that these became debtors beyond all men who are dwelling in Jerusalem?

⁵ No -- I say to you, but, if ye may not reform, all ye in like manner shall perish.'

¹² For I have known -- many `are' your transgressions, And mighty your sins, Adversaries of the righteous, taking ransoms, And the needy in the gate ye turned aside.

⁹ His sons are fatherless, and his wife a widow.

¹⁰ And wander continually do his sons, Yea, they have begged, And have sought out of their dry places.

¹¹ An exactor layeth a snare for all that he hath, And strangers spoil his labour.

¹² He hath none to extend kindness, Nor is there one showing favour to his orphans.

¹³ His posterity is for cutting off, In another generation is their name blotted out.

¹⁴ The iniquity of his fathers Is remembered unto Jehovah, And the sin of his mother is not blotted out.

¹⁵ They are before Jehovah continually, And He cutteth off from earth their memorial.

² Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

¹⁴ If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.

¹⁶ From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

¹⁷ His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

¹⁸ They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.

¹⁹ He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.

⁷ For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

⁴ If thy sons have sinned before Him, And He doth send them away, By the hand of their transgression,

¹⁰ The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.

¹¹ An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.

¹⁹ And lo, a great wind hath come from over the wilderness, and striketh against the four corners of the house, and it falleth on the young men, and they are dead, and I am escaped -- only I alone -- to declare `it' to thee.'

⁵ Thou dost not bow thyself to them, nor serve them: for I, Jehovah thy God, `am' a zealous God, charging iniquity of fathers on sons, on the third `generation', and on the fourth, of those hating Me,