H0188–אוֹי–oy

Sorrow is yours, O Moab! Destruction is your fate, O people of Chemosh: his sons have gone in flight, and his daughters are prisoners, in the hands of Sihon, king of the Amorites.

אוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

Then he went on with his story and said, But who may keep his life when God does this?

א֕וֹי 'o “woe!”

And the Philistines, full of fear, said, God has come into their tents. And they said, Trouble is ours! for never before has such a thing been seen.

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

Trouble is ours! Who will give us salvation from the hands of these great gods? These are the gods who sent all sorts of blows on the Egyptians in the waste land.

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

Who says, Oh! who says, Ah! who has violent arguments, who has grief, who has wounds without cause, whose eyes are dark?

א֥וֹי 'o “woe”

Their respect for a man's position is a witness against them; and their sin is open to the view of all; like that of Sodom, it is not covered. A curse on their soul! for the measure of their sin is full.

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

Unhappy is the sinner! for the reward of his evil doings will come on him.

א֖וֹי 'o “woe!”

Then I said, The curse is on me, and my fate is destruction; for I am a man of unclean lips, living among a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of armies.

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

From the farthest part of the earth comes the sound of songs, glory to the upright. But I said, I am wasting away, wasting away, the curse is on me! The false ones go on in their false way, yes, they go on acting falsely.

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

See, he will come up like the clouds, and his war-carriages like the storm-wind: his horses are quicker than eagles. Sorrow is ours, for destruction has come on us.

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”

A voice has come to my ears like the voice of a woman in birth-pains, the pain of one giving birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, fighting for breath, stretching out her hands, saying, Now sorrow is mine! for my strength is gone f

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

Make war ready against her; up! let us go up when the sun is high. Sorrow is ours! for the day is turned and the shades of evening are stretched out.

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”

Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”

I have seen your disgusting acts, even your false behaviour and your cries of desire and your loose ways on the hills in the field. Unhappy are you, O Jerusalem, you have no desire to be made clean; how long will you be in turning back to me?

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”

Sorrow is mine, my mother, because you have given birth to me, a cause of fighting and argument in all the earth! I have not made men my creditors and I am not in debt to any, but every one of them is cursing me.

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

You said, Sorrow is mine! for the Lord has given me sorrow in addition to my pain; I am tired with the sound of my sorrow, and I get no rest.

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

Sorrow is yours, O Moab! the people of Chemosh are overcome: for your sons have been taken away as prisoners, and your daughters made servants.

אוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

The crown has been taken from our head: sorrow is ours, for we are sinners.

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

And it came about, after all your evil-doing, says the Lord,

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

For this is what the Lord has said: A curse is on the town of blood, the cooking-pot which is unclean inside, which has never been made clean! take out its bits; its fate is still to come on it.

אוֹי֮ 'O “woe!”

For this cause the Lord has said: A curse is on the town of blood! and I will make great the burning mass.

א֖וֹי 'o “woe!”

May trouble be theirs! for they have gone far away from me; and destruction, for they have been sinning against me; I was ready to be their saviour, but they said false words against me.

א֤וֹי 'o “woe!”

Even though their children have come to growth I will take them away, so that not a man will be there; for their evil-doing will be complete and they will be put to shame because of it.

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”