On my charge I stand, and I station myself on a bulwark, and I watch to see what He doth speak against me, and what I do reply to my reproof.
And Jehovah answereth me and saith: `Write a vision, and explain on the tables, That he may run who is reading it.
For yet the vision [is] for a season, And it breatheth for the end, and doth not lie, If it tarry, wait for it, For surely it cometh, it is not late.
Lo, a presumptuous one! Not upright is his soul within him, And the righteous by his stedfastness liveth.
And also, because the wine [is] treacherous, A man is haughty, and remaineth not at home, Who hath enlarged as sheol his soul, And is as death that is not satisfied, And doth gather unto itself all the nations, And doth assemble unto itself all the peoples,
Do not these -- all of them -- against him a simile taken up, And a moral of acute sayings for him, And say, Wo [to] him who is multiplying [what is] not his? Till when also is he multiplying to himself heavy pledges?
Do not thy usurers instantly rise up, And those shaking thee awake up, And thou hast been for a spoil to them?
Because thou hast spoiled many nations, Spoil thee do all the remnant of the peoples, Because of man's blood, and of violence [to] the land, [To] the city, and [to] all dwelling in it.
Wo [to] him who is gaining evil gain for his house, To set on high his nest, To be delivered from the hand of evil,