Do you put off the day of calamity, And would you bring near the seat of violence?
Those who recline on beds of ivory And sprawl on their couches, And eat lambs from the flock And calves from the midst of the stall,
Who improvise to the sound of the harp, [And] like David have composed songs for themselves,
Who drink wine from sacrificial bowls While they anoint themselves with the finest of oils, Yet they have not grieved over the ruin of Joseph.
Therefore, they will now go into exile at the head of the exiles, And the sprawlers' banqueting will pass away.