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

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:

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 punish their transgression with the rod and their iniquity with stripes,

Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, or your faithfulness in Abaddon?Are your wonders known in the darkness, or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?But I, O Lord, cry to you; in the morning my prayer comes before you.O Lord, why do you cast my soul away? Why do you hide your face from me?Afflicted and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.Your wrath has swept over me; your dreadful assaults destroy me.

How can I give you up, O Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart recoils within me; my compassion grows warm and tender.I will not execute my burning anger; I will not again destroy Ephraim; for I am God and not a man, the Holy One in your midst, and I will not come in wrath.

For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees,

And the Lord said to Moses and Aaron,“ Because you did not believe in me, to uphold me as holy in the eyes of the people of Israel, therefore you shall not bring this assembly into the land that I have given them.”

Though he slay me, I will hope in him; yet I will argue my ways to his face.

How then can I answer him, choosing my words with him?

Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent.

But now it has come to you, and you are impatient; it touches you, and you are dismayed.

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

Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.“ And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me.You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living.“ Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?But when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, darkness came.My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction come to meet me.I go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches.My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.