H0188–אוֹי–oy

Wo to thee, O Moab, Thou hast perished, O people of Chemosh, He hath given his sons who escape -- Also his daughters -- Into captivity, to a king of the Amorite -- Sihon!

אוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

And he taketh up his simile, and saith: `Alas! who doth live when God doth this?

א֕וֹי 'o “woe!”

And the Philistines are afraid, for they said, `God hath come in unto the camp;' and they say, `Wo to us, for there hath not been like this heretofore.

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

Wo to us, who doth deliver us out of the hand of these honourable gods? these `are' the gods who are smiting the Egyptians with every plague in the wilderness.

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

Who hath wo? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?

א֥וֹי 'o “woe”

The appearance of their faces witnessed against them, And their sin, as Sodom, they declared, They have not hidden! Wo to their soul, For they have done to themselves evil.

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

Wo to the wicked -- evil, Because the deed of his hand is done to him.

א֖וֹי 'o “woe!”

And I say, `Wo to me, for I have been silent, For a man -- unclean of lips `am' I, And in midst of a people unclean of lips I am dwelling, Because the King, Jehovah of Hosts, have my eyes seen.'

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

From the skirt of the earth we heard songs, The desire of the righteous. And I say, `Leanness `is' to me, Leanness `is' to me, wo `is' to me.' Treacherous dealers dealt treacherously, Yea, treachery, treacherous dealers dealt treacherously.

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

Lo, as clouds he cometh up, And as a hurricane his chariots, Lighter than eagles have been his horses, Wo to us, for we have been spoiled.

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”

For a voice as of a sick woman I have heard, Distress, as of one bringing forth a first-born, The voice of the daughter of Zion, She bewaileth herself, she spreadeth out her hands, `Wo to me now, for weary is my soul of slayers!'

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

Sanctify ye against her the battle, Rise, and we go up at noon. Wo to us, for turned hath the day, For stretched out are the shades of evening,

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”

Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”

Thine adulteries, and thy neighings, The wickedness of thy whoredom, on heights in a field, I have seen thine abominations. Wo to thee, O Jerusalem, Thou art not cleansed, after when `is it' again?

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”

Wo to me, my mother, For thou hast borne me a man of strife, And a man of contention to all the land, I have not lent on usury, Nor have they lent on usury to me -- All of them are reviling me.

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

`Thou hast said, Wo to me, now, for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain, I have been wearied with my sighing, and rest I have not found.

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

Wo to thee, O Moab, Perished hath the people of Chemosh, For thy sons were taken with the captives, And thy daughters with the captivity.

אוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

Fallen hath the crown `from' our head, Wo `is' now to us, for we have sinned.

אֽוֹי־ 'o- “woe!”

And it cometh to pass, after all thy wickedness, (Wo, wo, to thee -- an affirmation of the Lord Jehovah),

א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”א֣וֹי 'o “woe!”

Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Wo `to' the city of blood, A pot whose scum `is' in it, And its scum hath not come out of it, By piece of it, by piece of it bring it out, Not fallen on it hath a lot.

אוֹי֮ 'O “woe!”

Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Wo `to' the city of blood, yea, I -- I make great the pile.

א֖וֹי 'o “woe!”

Wo to them, for they wandered from Me, Destruction to them, for they transgressed against Me, And I -- I ransom them, and they have spoken lies against Me,

א֤וֹי 'o “woe!”

For though they nourish their sons, I have made them childless -- without man, Surely also, wo to them, when I turn aside from them.

א֥וֹי 'o “woe!”