But now, because he hath not visited in his anger, Neither doth he greatly regard arrogance;

但如今因他未曾发怒降罚，也不甚理会狂傲，

但如今因他未曾发怒降罚，也一点都不理会狂傲，

但如今因他未曾发怒降罚，也一点都不理会狂傲，

你还说祂没有发怒降罚，也不理会罪恶。

但现在因为他还没有在忿怒中降罚，也不大理会人的过犯；

但如今因他未曾發怒降罰，也不甚理會狂傲，

但如今因他未曾發怒降罰，也一點都不理會狂傲，

但如今因他未曾發怒降罰，也一點都不理會狂傲，

你還說祂沒有發怒降罰，也不理會罪惡。

但現在因為他還沒有在忿怒中降罰，也不大理會人的過犯；

如今呢、他的忿怒既未曾行察罰，你便說他不很理會人的過犯。』

今因上帝未加以怒、不甚介意於傲慢、

今上帝猶未震怒、薄加譴責。

今雖言天主震怒以降罰、猶不視為降罰、尚未細察大過、

and further, that his anger never punishes and he does not take the least notice of wickedness.

When you say his anger never punishes sin, he won’t hear you. He won’t listen when you say he doesn’t pay any attention to evil.

And now, because his anger does not punish, and he does not take much note of transgression,

You say he does not respond to sinners with anger and is not greatly concerned about wickedness.

But now, because God’s anger does not punish and he does not pay attention to transgression,

And now, because He has not avenged His anger, Nor has He acknowledged wrongdoing well,

And now, because He has not punished in His anger, Nor taken much notice of folly,

But now, because God’s anger does not punish and He does not pay attention to transgression,

But now, because[ it is] not[ so], he hath visited in his anger; yet he knoweth[ it] not in great extremity:

And further, when you say that his anger does not punish, and that he does not know transgression!

But now, because he has not visited in his anger, neither does he greatly regard arrogance.

Then will I visit their transgression with the rod, And their iniquity with stripes.

Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or thy faithfulness in Destruction?Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? And thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?But unto thee, O Jehovah, have I cried; And in the morning shall my prayer come before thee.Jehovah, why castest thou off my soul? Why hidest thou thy face from me?I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.

How shall I give thee up, Ephraim? how shall I cast thee off, Israel? how shall I make thee as Admah? how shall I set thee as Zeboiim? my heart is turned within me, my compassions are kindled together.I will not execute the fierceness of mine anger, I will not return to destroy Ephraim: for I am God, and not man; the Holy One in the midst of thee; and I will not come in wrath.

All chastening seemeth for the present to be not joyous but grievous; yet afterward it yieldeth peaceable fruit unto them that have been exercised thereby, even the fruit of righteousness.Wherefore lift up the hands that hang down, and the palsied knees;

And Jehovah said unto Moses and Aaron, Because ye believed not in me, to sanctify me in the eyes of the children of Israel, therefore ye shall not bring this assembly into the land which I have given them.

Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.

How much less shall I answer him, And choose out my words to reason with him?

As many as I love, I reprove and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.

But now it is come unto thee, and thou faintest; It toucheth thee, and thou art troubled.

And behold, thou shalt be silent and not able to speak, until the day that these things shall come to pass, because thou believedst not my words, which shall be fulfilled in their season.

Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.By God’s great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.