Zechariah 11
1 Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
Разверзи, Ливане, двери твоя, и да пояст огнь кедры твоя:
2 Wail, O fir tree, for the cedar is fallen, because the fine ones are destroyed. Wail, O ye oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest has come down.
да плачевопльствит питис, зане паде кедр, яко вельможи вельми обеднеша. Восплачевопльствите, дуби Васанитидстии, яко посечеся дубрава насажденная.
3 A voice of the wailing of the shepherds, for their glory is destroyed. A voice of the roaring of young lions, for the pride of the Jordan is laid waste.
Глас плачущих пастырей, яко возбедствова величие их: глас рыкающих львов, яко озлоблено бысть шатание Иорданово.
4 Thus said Jehovah my God: Feed the flock of slaughter,
Сице глаголет Господь Вседержитель: пасите овцы заколения,
5 whose possessors kill them, and hold themselves not guilty. And those who sell them say, Blessed be Jehovah, for I am rich, and their own shepherds pity them not.
яже стяжавшии закалаху и не раскаявахуся, и продающии я глаголаху: благословен Господь, и обогатихомся: и пастырие их не печахуся ни чимже о них.
6 For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, says Jehovah. But, lo, I will deliver the men each one into his neighbor's hand, and into the hand of his king. And they shall smite the land, and I will not deliver them out of their hand.
Сего ради не пощажду ктому на живущих на земли, глаголет Господь: и се, Аз предам человеки, коегождо в руце искреннему его и в руце царю своему: и изсекут землю, и не имам изяти от руки их.
7 So I fed the flock of slaughter, truly the poor of the flock. And I took to me two staves, the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands, and I fed the flock.
И упасу овцы заколения в земли Ханаани: и прииму Себе два жезла, единаго нарекох доброту, а другаго нарекох уже, и упасу овцы.
8 And I cut off the three shepherds in one month, for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed me.
И погублю три пастыри в месяц един, и отягчает душа Моя на ня: ибо души их рыкаху на Мя.
9 Then I said, I will not feed you. That which dies, let it die, and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off, and let those who are left eat each one the flesh of another.
И рех: не имам пасти вас: умирающее да умрет, и изчезающее да изчезнет, и прочая да пояст кийждо плоть ближняго своего.
10 And I took my staff Beauty, and cut it apart, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the peoples.
И прииму жезл Мой добрый и отвергу его еже разорити завет Мой, егоже завещах ко всем людем:
11 And it was broken in that day, and thus the poor of the flock who gave heed to me knew that it was the word of Jehovah.
и разорится в день оный, и уразумеют Хананее овцы хранимыя Мне, зане слово Господне есть.
12 And I said to them, If ye think good, give me my wage, and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my wage thirty pieces of silver.
И реку к ним: аще добро пред вами есть, дадите мзду Мою, или отрецытеся. И поставиша мзду Мою тридесять сребреник.
13 And Jehovah said to me, Cast it to the potter, the good price that I was valued by them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them to the potter in the house of Jehovah.
И рече Господь ко мне: вложи я в горнило и смотри, аще искушено есть, имже образом искушен бых о них. И приях тридесять сребреник и вложих их в храм Господень в горнило.
14 Then I cut apart my other staff, even Bands, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
И отвергох жезл вторый уже, еже разорити завет иже посреде Иуды и посреде Израиля.
15 And Jehovah said to me, Take to thee yet again the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
И рече Господь ко мне: еще приими себе сосуды пастырски, пастыря неискусна:
16 For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who will not visit those who are cut off, nor will he seek those who are scattered, nor heal that which is broken, nor feed that which is sound, but he will eat the flesh of the fat, and will tear their hoofs in pieces.
зане, се, Аз воздвигну пастыря на землю: погибающаго не посетит и расточеннаго не имать взыскати, и сокрушеннаго не имать изцелити и здраваго не имать направити, и мяса избранных пояст и глезны их извиет.
17 Woe to the worthless shepherd who leaves the flock! The sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye. His arm shall be entirely dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
О, пасущии суетная и оставльшии овец! Мечь на мышцу его и на око ему десное: мышца его изсыхающи изсхнет, и око ему десное ослепая ослепнет.
