Zaccharias Propheta 11
1 aperi Libane portas tuas et comedat ignis cedros tuas
Open, O Lebanon, thy doors, And fire doth devour among thy cedars.
2 ulula abies quia cecidit cedrus quoniam magnifici vastati sunt ululate quercus Basan quoniam succisus est saltus munitus
Howl, O fir, for fallen hath the cedar, For their honourable ones were destroyed, Howl, ye oaks of Bashan, For come down hath the fenced forest,
3 vox ululatus pastorum quia vastata est magnificentia eorum vox rugitus leonum quoniam vastata est superbia Iordanis
A voice of the howling of the shepherds! For destroyed was their robe of honour, A voice of the roaring of young lions! For destroyed was the excellency of Jordan.
4 haec dicit Dominus Deus meus pasce pecora occisionis
Thus said Jehovah my God: 'Feed the flock of the 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 buyers slay them, and are not guilty, And their sellers say, Blessed [is] Jehovah, And I am rich, And their shepherds have no pity on 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
For I have pity no more on inhabitants of the land, An affirmation of Jehovah, And lo, I am causing man to come forth, Each into the hand of his neighbour, And into the hand of his king, And they have beaten down the land, And I do not deliver out of their hand.'
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
And I feed the flock of slaughter, even you, ye afflicted of the flock; and I take to me two staves, the one I have called Pleasantness, and the other I have called Bands, and I feed the flock.
8 et succidi tres pastores in mense uno et contracta est anima mea in eis siquidem anima eorum variavit in me
And I cut off the three shepherds in one month, and my soul is grieved with them, and also their soul hath abhorred me.
9 et dixi non pascam vos quod moritur moriatur et quod succiditur succidatur et reliqui vorent unusquisque carnem proximi sui
And I say, 'I do not feed you, the dying, let die; and the cut off, let be cut off; and the remaining ones, let each eat the flesh of its neighbour.'
10 et tuli virgam meam quae vocabatur Decus et abscidi eam ut irritum facerem foedus meum quod percussi cum omnibus populis
And I take My staff Pleasantness, and cut it asunder, to make void My covenant that 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
and it is broken in that day, and know well do the afflicted of the flock who are observing me, that it [is] a word of Jehovah.
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 say unto them: 'If good in your eyes, give my hire, and if not, forbear;' and they weigh out my hire — thirty silverlings.
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 Jehovah saith unto me, 'Cast it unto the potter;' the goodly price that I have been prized at by them, and I take the thirty silverlings, and cast them [to] the house of Jehovah, unto the potter.
14 et praecidi virgam meam secundam quae appellabatur Funiculus ut dissolverem germanitatem inter Iudam et inter Israhel
And I cut asunder my second staff, Bands, to break the unity between Judah and Israel.
15 et dixit Dominus ad me adhuc sume tibi vasa pastoris stulti
And Jehovah saith unto me, 'Again take to thee the instrument of a foolish 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 lo, I am raising up a shepherd in the land, The cut off he doth not inspect, The shaken off he doth not seek, And the broken he doth not heal, The standing he doth not sustain, And the flesh of the fat he doth eat, And their hoofs he doth break off.
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] the worthless shepherd, forsaking the flock, A sword [is] on his arm, and on his right eye, His arm is utterly dried up, And his right eye is very dim!'
