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

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.

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

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 I will call their rebellion to account with the rod, their iniquity with blows.

Will your faithful love be declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Abaddon?Will your wonders be known in the darkness or your righteousness in the land of oblivion?But I call to you for help, LORD; in the morning my prayer meets you.LORD, why do you reject me? Why do you hide your face from me?From my youth, I have been suffering and near death. I suffer your horrors; I am desperate.Your wrath sweeps over me; your terrors destroy me.

How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I surrender you, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? I have had a change of heart; my compassion is stirred!I will not vent the full fury of my anger; I will not turn back to destroy Ephraim. For I am God and not man, the Holy One among you; I will not come in rage.

No discipline seems enjoyable at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.Therefore, strengthen your tired hands and weakened knees,

But the LORD said to Moses and Aaron,“ Because you did not trust me to demonstrate my holiness in the sight of the Israelites, you will not bring this assembly into the land I have given them.”

Even if he kills me, I will hope in him. I will still defend my ways before him.

How then can I answer him or choose my arguments against him?

As many as I love, I rebuke and discipline. So be zealous and repent.

But now that this has happened to you, you have become exhausted. It strikes you, and you are dismayed.

Now listen. You will become silent and unable to speak until the day these things take place, because you did not believe my words, which will be fulfilled in their proper time.”

Terrors are turned loose against me; they chase my dignity away like the wind, and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.Now my life is poured out before me, and days of suffering have seized me.Night pierces my bones, but my gnawing pains never rest.My clothing is distorted with great force; he chokes me by the neck of my garment.He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me; when I stand up, you merely look at me.You have turned against me with cruelty; you harass me with your strong hand.You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it; you scatter me in the storm.Yes, I know that you will lead me to death— the place appointed for all who live.Yet no one would stretch out his hand against a ruined person when he cries out to him for help because of his distress.Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness came.I am churning within and cannot rest; days of suffering confront me.I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.My skin blackens and flakes off, and my bones burn with fever.My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.