ಯೆಶಾಯ 37:36
ಆಗ ಕರ್ತನ ದೂತನು ಹೊರಟು ಬಂದು ಅಶ್ಶೂರ್ಯರ ಪಾಳೆಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಲಕ್ಷದ ಎಂಭತ್ತೈದು ಸಾವಿರ ಮಂದಿಯನ್ನು ಹೊಡೆದನು. ಇನ್ನೂ ಮೊಬ್ಬಿರು ವಾಗಲೇ ಎದ್ದಾಗ ಇಗೋ, ಅವರು ಸತ್ತ ಹೆಣಗಳಾ ಗಿದ್ದರು.
1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3 O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.
4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
| Then the angel | וַיֵּצֵ֣א׀ | wayyēṣēʾ | va-yay-TSAY |
| of the Lord | מַלְאַ֣ךְ | malʾak | mahl-AK |
| went forth, | יְהוָ֗ה | yĕhwâ | yeh-VA |
| smote and | וַיַּכֶּה֙ | wayyakkeh | va-ya-KEH |
| in the camp | בְּמַחֲנֵ֣ה | bĕmaḥănē | beh-ma-huh-NAY |
| Assyrians the of | אַשּׁ֔וּר | ʾaššûr | AH-shoor |
| a hundred | מֵאָ֛ה | mēʾâ | may-AH |
| fourscore and | וּשְׁמֹנִ֥ים | ûšĕmōnîm | oo-sheh-moh-NEEM |
| and five | וַחֲמִשָּׁ֖ה | waḥămiššâ | va-huh-mee-SHA |
| thousand: | אָ֑לֶף | ʾālep | AH-lef |
| early arose they when and | וַיַּשְׁכִּ֣ימוּ | wayyaškîmû | va-yahsh-KEE-moo |
| morning, the in | בַבֹּ֔קֶר | babbōqer | va-BOH-ker |
| behold, | וְהִנֵּ֥ה | wĕhinnē | veh-hee-NAY |
| they were all | כֻלָּ֖ם | kullām | hoo-LAHM |
| dead | פְּגָרִ֥ים | pĕgārîm | peh-ɡa-REEM |
| corpses. | מֵתִֽים׃ | mētîm | may-TEEM |
1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3 O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.
4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.