Zaccharias Propheta 11
1 aperi Libane portas tuas et comedat ignis cedros tuas
Open your doors, Lebanon, so that fire may devour your cedars.
2 ulula abies quia cecidit cedrus quoniam magnifici vastati sunt ululate quercus Basan quoniam succisus est saltus munitus
Wail, pine-tree, for the cedar is fallen. Wail, oaks of Bashan, for the inaccessible forest has fallen.
3 vox ululatus pastorum quia vastata est magnificentia eorum vox rugitus leonum quoniam vastata est superbia Iordanis
Listen to the wailing of the shepherds! Their glory is destroyed. Listen to the roaring of young lions! Blasted is the thick forest of the Jordan.
4 haec dicit Dominus Deus meus pasce pecora occisionis
The Lord said to me: shepherd the flock destined for slaughter,
5 quae qui possederant occidebant et non dolebant et vendebant ea dicentes benedictus Dominus divites facti sumus et pastores eorum non parcebant eis
whose possessors slaughter them, and hold themselves not guilty! The people who sell them say, Blessed be the Lord, for I am rich! And their own shepherds have no compassion for them.
6 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
I will no longer have pity on the people of this earth, says the Lord. I will turn neighbour against neighbour, and put everyone under the power of a king, and when the land is devastated I will not rescue them.
7 et pascam pecus occisionis propter hoc o pauperes gregis et adsumpsi mihi duas virgas unam vocavi Decorem et alteram vocavi Funiculos et pavi gregem
So I shepherded the flock of slaughter for the sheep-merchants. I took two staffs: one I called Mercy and the other I called Union. So I shepherded the sheep.
8 et succidi tres pastores in mense uno et contracta est anima mea in eis siquidem anima eorum variavit in me
I set aside three of the shepherds in one month; for I was indignant against them, and they also were displeased at me.
9 et dixi non pascam vos quod moritur moriatur et quod succiditur succidatur et reliqui vorent unusquisque carnem proximi sui
I said, I will not shepherd you. What is dead, let it die. What is set aside, let it be set aside. And let those who are left devour one another’s flesh.
10 et tuli virgam meam quae vocabatur Decus et abscidi eam ut irritum facerem foedus meum quod percussi cum omnibus populis
And I took my staff, Mercy, and broke it, so as to break my covenant which I had made with all the peoples.
11 et in irritum deductum est in die illa et cognoverunt sic pauperes gregis qui custodiunt mihi quia verbum Domini est
In that day it was broken, and the sheep-merchants who watched me knew that it was the Lord’s message.
12 et dixi ad eos si bonum est in oculis vestris adferte mercedem meam et si non quiescite et adpenderunt mercedem meam triginta argenteos
And I said to them, ‘If it is good in your sight, give me my wage. If not, don’t.’ So they weighed out my wage, thirty pieces of silver.
13 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
And the Lord said to me, Cast it into the treasury – the precious wage that at which I was valued by them! So I took the thirty pieces of silver and cast them into the house of the Lord, into the treasury.
14 et praecidi virgam meam secundam quae appellabatur Funiculus ut dissolverem germanitatem inter Iudam et inter Israhel
Then I broke my second staff called Union so as to dissolve the brotherhood between Judah and Jerusalem.
15 et dixit Dominus ad me adhuc sume tibi vasa pastoris stulti
And the Lord said to me: Take again the implements of a worthless shepherd.
16 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
For I am about to appoint a shepherd over the land. Those who are thrust down he will not visit. Those who are scattered he will not seek out. The wounded he will not heal, the sick he will not make whole, but the flesh of the fat he will devour and even their hoofs he will tear.
17 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
Woe to my worthless shepherd, who deserts the flock! May the sword strike his arm and his right eye. May his arm completely wither. And his right eye be blinded.
