¹ Sara levede 127 År, så mange var Saras Leveår.

² Sara døde i Kirjat Arba, det er Hebron, i Kana'ans Land. Så gik Abraham hen og holdt Klage over Sara og begræd hende.

³ Og da han havde rejst sig fra sin døde, talte han således til Hetiterne:

⁴ "Jeg er Gæst og fremmed hos eder; men giv mig et Gravsted hos eder, så jeg kan jorde min døde og bringe hende bort fra mit Ansigt!"

⁵ Da svarede Hetiterne Abraham:

⁶ "Hør os, Herre! En Guds Fyrste er du jo iblandt os; jord du din døde i en af vore bedste Grave! Ikke en af os vil nægte dig sin Grav og hindre dig i at jorde din døde."

⁷ Men Abraham stod op og bøjede sig for Hetiterne, Folkene der på Stedet,

⁸ og sagde til dem: "Hvis I samtykker i, at jeg jorder min døde og bringer hende bort fra mit Ansigt, så føj mig i at lægge et godt Ord ind for mig hos Efron, Zohars Søn,

⁹ så han giver mig sin Klippehule i Makpela ved Udkanten af sin Mark; for fuld Betaling skal han i eders Nærværelse give mig den til Gravsted!"

¹⁰ Men Efron sad blandt Hetiterne; og Hetiten Efron svarede Abraham i Hetiternes Påhør, så mange som gik ind gennem hans Bys Port:

¹¹ "Gid min Herre vilde høre mig! Marken giver jeg dig, og Hulen derpå giver jeg dig; i mit Folks Nærværelse giver jeg dig den; jord du kun din døde!"

¹² Da bøjede Abraham sig for Folkene der på Stedet

¹³ og sagde til Efron i deres Påhør: "Om du blot - gid du dog vilde høre mig! Jeg giver dig, hvad Marken er værd; modtag det dog af mig, så jeg kan jorde min døde der."

¹⁴ Da sagde Efron til Abraham:

¹⁵ "Gid min Herre vilde høre mig! Et Stykke Land til 400 Sekel Sølv, hvad har det at sige mellem mig og dig? Jord du kun din døde!"

¹⁶ Og Abraham forstod Efron og tilvejede ham den Sum, han havde nævnet i Hetiternes Påhør, 400 Sekel Sølv i gangbar Mønt.

¹⁷ Således gik Efrons Mark i Makpela over for Mamre i hele sin Udstrækning tillige med Klippehulen og alle Træerne på Marken

¹⁸ over i Abrahams Eje i Hetiternes Næværelse, så mange som gik ind gennem hans Bys Port.

¹⁹ Derefter jordede Abraham sin Hustru Sara i Klippehulen på Makpelas Mark over for Mamre, det er Hebron, i Kana'ans Land.

²⁰ Og Marken med Klippehulen derpå gik fra Hetiterne over til Abraham som Gravsted.

¹ Now Pashhur, the son of Immer the priest, who was chief officer in the house of Yahweh, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things.

² Then Pashhur struck Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the house of Yahweh.

³ It happened on the next day, that Pashhur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then Jeremiah said to him, Yahweh has not called your name Pashhur, but Magormissabib.

⁴ For thus says Yahweh, Behold, I will make you a terror to yourself, and to all your friends; and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and your eyes shall see it; and I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he shall carry them captive to Babylon, and shall kill them with the sword.

⁵ Moreover I will give all the riches of this city, and all its gains, and all the precious things of it, yes, all the treasures of the kings of Judah will I give into the hand of their enemies; and they shall make them a prey, and take them, and carry them to Babylon.

⁶ You, Pashhur, and all who dwell in your house shall go into captivity; and you shall come to Babylon, and there you shall die, and there you shall be buried, you, and all your friends, to whom you have prophesied falsely.

⁷ Yahweh, you have persuaded me, and I was persuaded; you are stronger than I, and have prevailed: I am become a laughing-stock all the day, every one mocks me.

⁸ For as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, Violence and destruction! because the word of Yahweh is made a reproach to me, and a derision, all the day.

⁹ If I say, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name, then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am weary with forbearing, and I can't [contain].

¹⁰ For I have heard the defaming of many, terror on every side. Denounce, and we will denounce him, [say] all my familiar friends, those who watch for my fall; perhaps he will be persuaded, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him.

¹¹ But Yahweh is with me as an awesome mighty one: therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail; they shall be utterly disappointed, because they have not dealt wisely, even with an everlasting dishonor which shall never be forgotten.

¹² But, Yahweh of Armies, who tests the righteous, who sees the heart and the mind, let me see your vengeance on them; for to you have I revealed my cause.

¹³ Sing to Yahweh, praise Yahweh; for he has delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.

¹⁴ Cursed is the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.

¹⁵ Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying, A boy is born to you; making him very glad.

¹⁶ Let that man be as the cities which Yahweh overthrew, and didn't repent: and let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime;

¹⁷ because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.

¹⁸ Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?