Jeremiah 8
1 “At that time,” declares the LORD, “the bones of the kings of Judah, the bones of the officials, the bones of the priests, the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the people of Jerusalem will be removed from their graves.
In illo tempore, ait Dominus: Eiicient ossa regum Iuda, et ossa principum eius, et ossa sacerdotum, et ossa prophetarum, et ossa eorum, qui habitaverunt Ierusalem, de sepulchris suis:
2 They will be exposed to the sun and moon, and to all the host of heaven which they have loved, served, followed, consulted, and worshiped. Their bones will not be gathered up or buried, but will become like dung lying on the ground.
et expandent ea ad solem, et lunam, et omnem militiam cæli, quæ dilexerunt, et quibus servierunt, et post quæ ambulaverunt, et quæ quæsierunt, et adoraverunt: non colligentur, et non sepelientur: in sterquilinium super faciem terræ erunt.
3 And wherever I have banished them, the remnant of this evil family will choose death over life,” declares the LORD of Hosts.
Et eligent magis mortem quam vitam omnes qui residui fuerint de cognatione hac pessima in universis locis, quæ derelicta sunt, ad quæ eieci eos, dicit Dominus exercituum.
4 So you are to tell them this is what the LORD says: “Do men fall and not get up again? Does one turn away and not return?
Et dices ad eos: Hæc dicit Dominus: Numquid qui cadit, non resurget? Et qui aversus est, non revertetur?
5 Why then have these people turned away? Why does Jerusalem always turn away? They cling to deceit; they refuse to return.
Quare ergo aversus est populus iste in Ierusalem aversione contentiosa? Apprehenderunt mendacium, et noluerunt reverti.
6 I have listened and heard; they do not speak what is right. No one repents of his wickedness, asking, ‘What have I done?’ Everyone has pursued his own course like a horse charging into battle.
Attendi, et auscultavi: nemo quod bonum est loquitur, nullus est qui agat pœnitentiam super peccato suo, dicens: Quid feci? Omnes conversi sunt ad cursum suum, quasi equus impetu vadens ad prælium.
7 Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons. The turtledove, the swift, and the thrush keep their time of migration, but My people do not know the requirements of the LORD.
Milvus in cælo cognovit tempus suum: turtur, et hirundo, et ciconia custodierunt tempus adventus sui: populus autem meus non cognovit iudicium Domini.
8 How can you say, ‘We are wise, and the Law of the LORD is with us,’ when in fact the lying pen of the scribes has produced a deception?
Quomodo dicitis: Sapientes nos sumus, et lex Domini nobiscum est? Vere mendacium operatus est stylus mendax scribarum.
9 The wise will be put to shame; they will be dismayed and trapped. Since they have rejected the word of the LORD, what wisdom do they really have?
Confusi sunt sapientes, perterriti et capti sunt: verbum enim Domini proiecerunt, et sapientia nulla est in eis.
10 Therefore I will give their wives to other men and their fields to new owners. For from the least of them to the greatest, all are greedy for gain; from prophet to priest, all practice deceit.
Propterea dabo mulieres eorum exteris, agros eorum heredibus: quia a minimo usque ad maximum omnes avaritiam sequuntur: a propheta usque ad sacerdotem cuncti faciunt mendacium.
11 They dress the wound of the daughter of My people with very little care, saying, ‘Peace, peace,’ when there is no peace at all.
Et sanabant contritionem filiæ populi mei ad ignominiam, dicentes: Pax, pax: cum non esset pax.
12 Are they ashamed of the abomination they have committed? No, they have no shame at all; they do not even know how to blush. So they will fall among the fallen; when I punish them, they will collapse, says the LORD.
Confusi sunt quia abominationem fecerunt: quinimmo confusione non sunt confusi, et erubescere nescierunt: idcirco cadent inter corruentes, in tempore visitationis suæ corruent, dicit Dominus.
13 I will take away their harvest, declares the LORD. There will be no grapes on the vine, nor figs on the tree, and even the leaf will wither. Whatever I have given them will be lost to them.”
Congregans congregabo eos, ait Dominus: non est uva in vitibus, et non sunt ficus in ficulnea: folium defluxit: et dedi eis quæ prætergressa sunt.
14 Why are we just sitting here? Gather together, let us flee to the fortified cities and perish there, for the LORD our God has doomed us. He has given us poisoned water to drink, because we have sinned against the LORD.
Quare sedemus? Convenite, et ingrediamur civitatem munitam, et sileamus ibi: quia Dominus Deus noster silere nos fecit, et potum dedit nobis aquam fellis: peccavimus enim Domino.
15 We hoped for peace, but no good has come, for a time of healing, but there was only terror.
Expectavimus pacem, et non erat bonum: tempus medelæ, et ecce formido.
16 The snorting of enemy horses is heard from Dan. At the sound of the neighing of mighty steeds, the whole land quakes. They come to devour the land and everything in it, the city and all who dwell in it.
A Dan auditus est fremitus equorum eius, a voce hinnituum pugnatorum eius commota est omnis terra. Et venerunt, et devoraverunt terram, et plenitudinem eius: urbem et habitatores eius.
17 “For behold, I will send snakes among you, vipers that cannot be charmed, and they will bite you,”
Quia ecce ego mittam vobis serpentes regulos, quibus non est incantatio: et mordebunt vos, ait Dominus.
18 My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
Dolor meus super dolorem, in me cor meum mœrens.
19 Listen to the cry of the daughter of my people from a land far away: “Is the LORD no longer in Zion? Is her King no longer there?” “Why have they provoked Me to anger with their carved images, with their worthless foreign idols?”
Ecce vox clamoris filiæ populi mei de terra longinqua: Numquid Dominus non est in Sion, aut rex eius non est in ea? Quare ergo me ad iracundiam concitaverunt in sculptilibus suis, et in vanitatibus alienis?
20 “The harvest has passed, the summer has ended, but we have not been saved.”
Transiit messis, finita est æstas, et nos salvati non sumus.
21 For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am crushed. I mourn; horror has gripped me.
Super contritione filiæ populi mei contritus sum, et contristatus, stupor obtinuit me.
22 Is there no balm in Gilead? Is no physician there? Why then has the health of the daughter of my people not been restored?
Numquid resina non est in Galaad? Aut medicus non est ibi? Quare igitur non est obducta cicatrix filiæ populi mei?
