The Hebrew Prophets

Lo, the Lord Jehovah with strength cometh, And His arm is ruling for Him, Lo, His hire is with Him, and His wage before Him.

As a shepherd His flock He feedeth, With His arm He gathereth lambs, And in His bosom He carrieth them : Suckling ones He leadeth.

Who hath measured in the hollow of his hand the waters? And the heavens by a span hath meted out, And comprehended in a measure the dust of the earth, And hath weighed in scales the mountains, And the hills in a balance?

Who hath meted out the Spirit of Jehovah, And, being His counsellor, doth teach Him!

With whom consulted He, That he causeth Him to understand? And teacheth Him in the path of judgment, And teacheth Him knowledge? And the way of understanding causeth Him to know?

Lo, nations as a drop from a bucket, And as small dust of the balance, have been reckoned, Lo, isles as a small thing He taketh up.

And Lebanon is not sufficient to burn, Nor its beasts sufficient for a burnt-offering.

All the nations are as nothing before Him, Less than nothing and emptiness, They have been reckoned to Him.

And unto whom do ye liken God, And what likeness do ye compare to Him?

The graven image poured out hath a artisan, And a refiner with gold spreadeth it over, And chains of silver he is refining.

He who is poor by heave-offerings, A tree not rotten doth choose, A skilful artisan he seeketh for it, To establish a graven image--not moved.

Do ye not know--do ye not hear? Hath it not been declared from the first to you? Have ye not understood From the foundations of the earth?

He who is sitting on the circle of the earth, And its inhabitants are as grasshoppers, He who is stretching out as a thin thing the heavens, And spreadeth them as a tent to dwell in.

He who is making princes become nothing, Judges of earth as emptiness hath made;

Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away.

And unto whom do ye liken Me, And am I equal? saith the Holy One.

Lift up on high your eyes, And see--who hath prepared these? He who is bringing out by number their host, To all of them by name He calleth, By abundance of strength (And he is strong in power) not one is lacking.

Why sayest thou, O Jacob? and speakest thou, O Israel? `My way hath been hid from Jehovah, And from my God my judgment passeth over.'

Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard? The God of the age--Jehovah, Preparer of the ends of the earth, Is not wearied nor fatigued, There is no searching of His understanding.

He is giving power to the weary, And to those not strong He increaseth might.

Even youths are wearied and fatigued, And young men utterly stumble,

But those expecting Jehovah pass to power, They raise up the pinion as eagles, They run and are not fatigued, They go on and do not faint!

Keep silent towards Me, O isles, And the peoples pass on to power, They come nigh, then they speak, `Together--to judgment we draw near.'

Who stirred up from the east a righteous one? He calleth him to His foot, He giveth before him nations, And kings He causeth him to rule, He giveth them as dust to his sword, As driven stubble to his bow.

He pursueth them, he passeth over in safety A path with his feet he entereth not.