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

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 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:

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

I will punish their rebellion by beating them with a club, their sin by inflicting them with bruises.

Is your loyal love proclaimed in the grave, or your faithfulness in the place of the dead?Are your amazing deeds experienced in the dark region, or your deliverance in the land of oblivion?As for me, I cry out to you, O LORD; in the morning my prayer confronts you.O LORD, why do you reject me, and pay no attention to me?I am oppressed and have been on the verge of death since my youth. I have been subjected to your horrors and am numb with pain.Your anger overwhelms me; your terrors destroy me.

How can I give you up, O Ephraim? How can I surrender you, O Israel? How can I treat you like Admah? How can I make you like Zeboiim? I have had a change of heart! All my tender compassions are aroused!I cannot carry out my fierce anger! I cannot totally destroy Ephraim! Because I am God, and not man– the Holy One among you– I will not come in wrath!

Now all discipline seems painful at the time, not joyful. But later it produces the fruit of peace and righteousness for those trained by it.Therefore, strengthen your listless hands and your weak knees,

Then the LORD spoke to Moses and Aaron,“ Because you did not trust me enough to show me as holy before the Israelites, therefore you will not bring this community into the land I have given them.”

Even if he slays me, I will hope in him; I will surely defend my ways to his face!

“ How much less, then, can I answer him and choose my words to argue with him!

All those I love, I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent!

But now the same thing comes to you, and you are discouraged; it strikes you, and you are terrified.

And now, because you did not believe my words, which will be fulfilled in their time, you will be silent, unable to speak, until the day these things take place.”

Terrors are turned loose on me; they drive away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.“ And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never cease.With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.I cry out to you, but you do not answer me; I stand up, and you only look at me.You have become cruel to me; with the strength of your hand you attack me.You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it; you toss me about in the storm.I know that you are bringing me to death, to the meeting place for all the living.“ Surely one does not stretch out his hand against a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.Have I not wept for the unfortunate? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?But when I hoped for good, trouble came; when I expected light, then darkness came.My heart is in turmoil unceasingly; the days of my affliction confront me.I go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.My harp is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.