The Qumran Community · a new plain-English translation from the original language
[...] them weeping from [...]
[...] them and vanity [...]
[...] [You] are my God, you have caused your face to shine upon [Your] covenant [...]
[...] to you in everlasting glory with all [...]
[I thank You,] [O Lord,] [for] [truth] is Your mouth, and You deliver me from [the council] [of falsehood] and from [...]
[You have saved] [my soul,] [for] [to] [reproach] [and] [derision] they have accounted me [...] and they set [my soul] like a ship in the depths of the sea
and like a fortified city before [the adversary] [...] and I am in anguish like a woman in labor with her firstborn child [...] for the pangs are overturned
and [...] a severe pang upon her birth-pangs, writhing in the crucible of her pregnancy [...] for children have come to the breakers of death
and she who is pregnant with a man-child is in distress amid her pangs [...] for through the breakers of death she shall bring forth a male, and through the pangs of Sheol there shall break forth
from the crucible of her pregnancy a Wonderful Counselor with His might [...] and a man shall be delivered from the breakers [...] at her bearing all shall make haste
the breakers and severe pangs at their birth, and horror for those who bear them [...] and at his birth all pangs shall be turned
in the crucible of her pregnancy [...] and the pregnancy of a viper for a severe pang, and the breakers of the Pit for all deeds of horror [...] and they shall shout
the foundations of the wall, like a ship upon the face of the waters, and the skies shall roar with a tumultuous sound [...] and the dwellers of the dust
like those who go down to the sea, terrified by the roar of the waters [...] and their wise men, for them, like sailors in the depths, when there is swallowed up
all their wisdom amid the roaring of the seas [...] when the deeps seethe over the confused waters, and they surge up to the height of the waves
and the breakers of the waters with the tumult of their sound [...] and when they surge, [Sheol] [and] Abaddon shall open [...] [and] all the arrows of the Pit
together with their tread they shall utter their voice toward the deep [...] and the gates of [the everlasting] [underworld] shall open because of the deeds of the viper [...]
and the doors of the Pit shall close upon the pregnancy of iniquity, and the everlasting bars upon all the spirits of the viper [...]
I thank You, O Lord, for You have redeemed my soul from the Pit [...] and from Sheol of Abaddon
You have raised me up to an everlasting height, and I walk on a plain without bound [...] and I know that there is hope for him whom
You formed from dust for the everlasting council [...] and a perverted spirit You have purified from great transgression, to take his stand in the station with
the host of the holy ones, and to enter into the Community with the congregation of the sons of heaven [...] and You cast for man an everlasting lot with the spirits
of knowledge, to praise Your name together in jubilation, and to recount Your wonders before all Your works [...] and I, a creature
of clay, what am I [...] kneaded with water, and to whom am I accounted, and what strength do I have [...] for I have taken my stand at the border of wickedness
and with the wretched in the lot [...] and the soul of the poor sojourns amid great tumults, and calamities of terror are with my steps [...]
when all the snares of the Pit open, and all the nets of wickedness are spread, and the trap of the wretched is upon the face of the waters [...]
when all the arrows of the Pit fly without turning back, and they shoot without hope [...] when the line falls upon judgment and the lot of anger
upon the forsaken, and the pouring out of wrath upon the hidden ones, and the period of fury for all Belial, and the pangs of death encompass without escape [...]
and the torrents of Belial shall flow over all the heights on high, like a devouring fire in all their channels, to consume every green tree
and dry, from their streams [...] and it shall range in flashes of flame until all who drink of them are no more [...] it shall devour the foundations of clay
and in the dry firmament [...] the foundations of the mountains for burning, and the roots of flint for streams of pitch [...] and it shall devour as far as the great deep
[...] and the torrents of Belial shall burst forth toward Abaddon, and the depths of the deep shall roar with the tumult of those who stir up mire [...] and the earth
shall cry out over the calamity that comes to pass in the world, and all its deeps shall shout [...] and all that is upon it shall go mad
and shall melt away in the [great] calamity, for God shall thunder with the roar of His might, and His holy abode shall roar with truth
of His glory [...] and the host of the heavens shall raise their voice, and they shall melt away, and the everlasting foundations shall quake [...] and the war of the mighty ones of
heaven shall range through the world, and it shall not turn back until it is finished, and it is decreed forever, and there is nothing like it [...]
I thank You, O Lord, for You have been to me a wall of strength
[...] against destroyers, and all [...] for You hide me from the calamities of tumult which [...]
[...] [doors] of [a shield] [and] bars of iron so that no troop shall enter, [a guard] [of mighty men]
[when] [joining] [...] them around it lest [a warrior] shoot [...]