Look, the nations are like a drop in a bucket; they are regarded as dust on the scales. He lifts ¹  the coastlands ²  as if they were dust.

“Sir,” ¹  the woman ²  said to him, “you have no bucket and the well ³  is deep; where then do you get this ⁴  living water? ⁵ 

You have given them tears as food; ¹  you have made them drink tears by the measure. ² 

Their hearts are calloused, ¹  but I find delight in your law.

Moab is my washbasin. ¹  I will make Edom serve me. ²  I will shout in triumph over Philistia.” ³ 

Moab is my wash basin. ¹  I will make Edom serve me. ²  I will shout in triumph over Philistia.”

When you enter the vineyard of your neighbor you may eat as many grapes as you please, ¹  but you must not take away any in a container. ² 

My strength drains away like water; ¹  all my bones are dislocated; my heart ²  is like wax; it melts away inside me.

People ¹  do not light a lamp and put it under a basket ²  but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house.

“Here is a boy who has five barley loaves and two fish, but what good ¹  are these for so many people?”

You are destructive ¹  like water and will not excel, ²  for you got on your father’s bed, ³  then you defiled it – he got on my couch! ⁴ 

This man, Jeconiah, will be like a broken pot someone threw away. He will be like a clay vessel ¹  that no one wants. ²  Why will he and his children be forced into exile? Why will they be thrown out into a country they know nothing about? ³ 

Who has ascended into heaven, and then descended? ¹  Who has gathered up the winds in his fists? ²  Who has bound up the waters in his cloak? ³  Who has established all the ends of the earth? ⁴  What is his name, and what is his son’s name? ⁵  – if you know!

You have planted much, but have harvested little. You eat, but are never filled. You drink, but are still thirsty. You put on clothes, but are not warm. Those who earn wages end up with holes in their money bags.’” ¹