Zechariah 11
1 Open your doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may consume your cedars!
aperi Libane portas tuas et comedat ignis cedros tuas
2 Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen; the majestic trees are ruined! Wail, O oaks of Bashan, for the dense forest has been cut down!
ulula abies quia cecidit cedrus quoniam magnifici vastati sunt ululate quercus Basan quoniam succisus est saltus munitus
3 Listen to the wailing of the shepherds, for their glory is in ruins. Listen to the roaring of the young lions, for the thickets of the Jordan are destroyed.
vox ululatus pastorum quia vastata est magnificentia eorum vox rugitus leonum quoniam vastata est superbia Iordanis
4 This is what the LORD my God says: “Pasture the flock marked for slaughter,
haec dicit Dominus Deus meus pasce pecora occisionis
5 whose buyers slaughter them without remorse. Those who sell them say, ‘Blessed be the LORD, for I am rich!’ Even their own shepherds have no compassion on them.
quae qui possederant occidebant et non dolebant et vendebant ea dicentes benedictus Dominus divites facti sumus et pastores eorum non parcebant eis
6 For I will no longer have compassion on the people of the land, declares the LORD, but behold, I will cause each man to fall into the hands of his neighbor and his king, who will devastate the land, and I will not deliver it from their hands.”
et ego non parcam ultra super habitantes terram dicit Dominus ecce ego tradam homines unumquemque in manu proximi sui et in manu regis sui et concident terram et non eruam de manu eorum
7 So I pastured the flock marked for slaughter, especially the afflicted of the flock. Then I took for myself two staffs, calling one Favor and the other Union, and I pastured the flock.
et pascam pecus occisionis propter hoc o pauperes gregis et adsumpsi mihi duas virgas unam vocavi Decorem et alteram vocavi Funiculos et pavi gregem
8 And in one month I dismissed three shepherds. My soul grew impatient with the flock, and their souls also detested me.
et succidi tres pastores in mense uno et contracta est anima mea in eis siquidem anima eorum variavit in me
9 Then I said, “I will no longer shepherd you. Let the dying die, and the perishing perish; and let those who remain devour one another’s flesh.”
et dixi non pascam vos quod moritur moriatur et quod succiditur succidatur et reliqui vorent unusquisque carnem proximi sui
10 Next I took my staff called Favor and cut it in two, revoking the covenant I had made with all the nations.
et tuli virgam meam quae vocabatur Decus et abscidi eam ut irritum facerem foedus meum quod percussi cum omnibus populis
11 It was revoked on that day, and so the afflicted of the flock who were watching me knew that it was the word of the LORD.
et in irritum deductum est in die illa et cognoverunt sic pauperes gregis qui custodiunt mihi quia verbum Domini est
12 Then I told them, “If it seems right to you, give me my wages; but if not, keep them.” So they weighed out my wages, thirty pieces of silver.
et dixi ad eos si bonum est in oculis vestris adferte mercedem meam et si non quiescite et adpenderunt mercedem meam triginta argenteos
13 And the LORD said to me, “Throw it to the potter”—this magnificent price at which they valued me. So I took the thirty pieces of silver and threw them to the potter in the house of the LORD.
et dixit Dominus ad me proice illud ad statuarium decorum pretium quod adpretiatus sum ab eis et tuli triginta argenteos et proieci illos in domo Domini ad statuarium
14 Then I cut in two my second staff called Union, breaking the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
et praecidi virgam meam secundam quae appellabatur Funiculus ut dissolverem germanitatem inter Iudam et inter Israhel
15 And the LORD said to me: “Take up once more the equipment of a foolish shepherd.
et dixit Dominus ad me adhuc sume tibi vasa pastoris stulti
16 For behold, I will raise up a shepherd in the land who will neither care for the lost, nor seek the young, nor heal the broken, nor sustain the healthy, but he will devour the flesh of the choice sheep and tear off their hooves.
quia ecce ego suscitabo pastorem in terra qui derelicta non visitabit dispersum non quaeret et contritum non sanabit et id quod stat non enutriet et carnes pinguium comedet et ungulas eorum dissolvet
17 Woe to the worthless shepherd, who deserts the flock! May a sword strike his arm and his right eye! May his arm be completely withered and his right eye utterly blinded!”
o pastor et idolum derelinquens gregem gladius super brachium eius et super oculum dextrum eius brachium eius ariditate siccabitur et oculus dexter eius tenebrescens obscurabitur
