Jeremiah 8
1 At that time, an affirmation of Jehovah, They bring the bones of the kings of Judah, And the bones of its princes, And the bones of the priests, And the bones of the prophets, And the bones of inhabitants of Jerusalem, Out of 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 And have spread them to sun, and to moon, And to all the host of the heavens, that they have loved, And that they have served, And that they have walked after, And that they have sought, And to which they have bowed themselves, They are not gathered, nor buried, They are for dung on the face of 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 chosen is death rather than life By all the remnant who are left of this evil family, In all the remaining places, whither I have driven them, An affirmation of Jehovah 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 And thou hast said unto them: Thus said Jehovah, Do they fall, and not rise? Doth he turn back, and not return?
Et dices ad eos: Hæc dicit Dominus: Numquid qui cadit, non resurget? Et qui aversus est, non revertetur?
5 Wherefore hath this people of Jerusalem Turned back — a perpetual backsliding? They have kept hold on deceit, They have refused to turn back.
Quare ergo aversus est populus iste in Ierusalem aversione contentiosa? Apprehenderunt mendacium, et noluerunt reverti.
6 I have given attention, yea, I hearken, They do not speak right, No man hath repented of his wickedness, Saying, What have I done? Every one hath turned to his courses, As a horse is rushing 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 a stork in the heavens hath known her seasons, And turtle, and swallow, and crane, Have watched the time of their coming, And — My people have not known the judgment of Jehovah.
Milvus in cælo cognovit tempus suum: turtur, et hirundo, et ciconia custodierunt tempus adventus sui: populus autem meus non cognovit iudicium Domini.
8 How do ye say, We [are] wise, And the law of Jehovah [is] with us? Surely, lo, falsely it hath wrought, The false pen of scribes.
Quomodo dicitis: Sapientes nos sumus, et lex Domini nobiscum est? Vere mendacium operatus est stylus mendax scribarum.
9 Ashamed have been the wise, They have been affrighted, and are captured, Lo, against a word of Jehovah they kicked, And the wisdom of what — have they?
Confusi sunt sapientes, perterriti et capti sunt: verbum enim Domini proiecerunt, et sapientia nulla est in eis.
10 Therefore, I give their wives to others, Their fields to dispossessors, For from the least even unto the greatest, Every one is gaining dishonest gain, From prophet even unto priest, every one is dealing falsely.
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 And they heal the breach of the daughter of my people slightly, Saying, Peace, peace! and there is no peace.
Et sanabant contritionem filiæ populi mei ad ignominiam, dicentes: Pax, pax: cum non esset pax.
12 They were ashamed when they did abomination! Yea, they are not at all ashamed, And blushing they have not known, Therefore, they do fall among falling ones, In the time of their inspection they stumble, said Jehovah.
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 utterly consume them, an affirmation of Jehovah, There are no grapes in the vine, Yea, there are no figs in the fig-tree, And the leaf hath faded, And the strength they have passeth from 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 Wherefore are we sitting still? Be gathered, and we go in to the fenced cities, And we are silent there, For Jehovah our God hath made us silent, Yea, He causeth us to drink water of gall, For we have sinned against Jehovah.
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 Looking for peace — and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.
Expectavimus pacem, et non erat bonum: tempus medelæ, et ecce formido.
16 From Dan hath been heard the snorting of his horses, From the voice of the neighings of his mighty ones, Trembled hath all the land, And they come in and consume the land and its fulness, The city and the inhabitants 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, lo, I am sending among you serpents, Vipers that have no charmer, And they have bitten you, an affirmation of Jehovah.
Quia ecce ego mittam vobis serpentes regulos, quibus non est incantatio: et mordebunt vos, ait Dominus.
18 My refreshing for me [is] sorrow, For me my heart [is] sick.
Dolor meus super dolorem, in me cor meum mœrens.
19 Lo, the voice of a cry of the daughter of my people from a land afar off, Is Jehovah not in Zion? is her king not in her? Wherefore have they provoked Me with their graven images, With the vanities of a foreigner?
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 Harvest hath passed, summer hath ended, And we — we have not been saved.
Transiit messis, finita est æstas, et nos salvati non sumus.
21 For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.
Super contritione filiæ populi mei contritus sum, et contristatus, stupor obtinuit me.
22 Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? For wherefore hath not the health of the daughter of my people gone up?
Numquid resina non est in Galaad? Aut medicus non est ibi? Quare igitur non est obducta cicatrix filiæ populi mei?
