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Monday, 13 July 2026 - Santa Clelia Barbieri ( Letture di oggi)

Jonah 4


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1 And Jonas was exceedingly troubled, and was angry:1 ܘܟܪܝܬ ܠܝܘܢܢ ܟܪܝܘܬܐ ܪܒܬܐ ܘܥܩܬ ܠܗ ܛܒ
2 And he prayed to the Lord, and said: I beseech thee, O Lord, is not this what I said, when I was yet in my own country? therefore I went before to flee into Tharsis: for I know that thou art a gracious and merciful God, patient, and of much compassion, and easy to forgive evil.2 ܘܨܠܝ ܩܕܡ ܡܪܝܐ ܘܐܡܪ ܐܘܢ ܡܪܝܐ ܠܐ ܗܘܬ ܗܕܐ ܡܠܬܝ ܟܕ ܐܢܐ ܒܐܪܥܝ ܘܡܛܠ ܗܢܐ ܩܕܡܬ ܗܘܝܬ ܥܪܩܬ ܠܝ ܠܬܪܫܝܫ ܝܕܥ ܗܘܝܬ ܓܝܪ ܕܐܠܗܐ ܐܢܬ ܡܪܚܡܢܐ ܘܡܪܚܦܢܐ ܘܢܓܝܪܐ ܪܘܚܟ ܘܣܓܝܐܐ ܛܝܒܘܬܟ ܘܡܗܦܟ ܐܢܬ ܒܝܫܬܐ
3 And now, O Lord, I beseech thee take my life from me: for it is better for me to die than to live.3 ܡܟܝܠ ܡܪܝ ܣܒ ܢܦܫܝ ܡܢܝ ܡܛܠ ܕܦܩܚ ܠܝ ܠܡܡܬ ܛܒ ܡܢ ܕܠܡܚܐ
4 And the Lord said: Dost thou think thou hast reason to be angry?4 ܘܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܡܪܝܐ ܛܒ ܟܪܝܬ ܠܟ
5 Then Jonas went out of the city, and sat toward the east side of the city: and he made himself a booth there, and he sat under it in the shadow, till he might see what would befall the city.5 ܘܢܦܩ ܝܘܢܢ ܠܒܪ ܡܢ ܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܘܝܬܒ ܠܗ ܒܡܕܢܚܝܗ̇ ܕܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܘܥܒܕ ܠܗ ܡܛܠܬܐ ܬܡܢ ܘܝܬܒ ܬܚܘܬܝܗ̇ ܒܛܠܠܐ ܕܢܚܙܐ ܡܢܐ ܓܕܫ ܠܗ̇ ܠܡܕܝܢܬܐ
6 And the Lord God prepared an ivy, and it came up over the head of Jonas, to be a shadow over his head, and to cover him (for he was fatigued): and Jonas was exceeding glad of the ivy.6 ܘܦܩܕ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܐ ܠܫܪܘܪܐ ܕܩܪܐܐ ܘܝܥܐ ܘܣܠܩ ܠܥܠ ܡܢ ܝܘܢܢ ܘܗܘܐ ܛܠܠܐ ܥܠ ܪܝܫܗ ܘܐܪܘܚ ܠܗ ܡܢ ܒܝܫܬܗ ܘܚܕܝ ܝܘܢܢ ܒܗ ܒܫܪܘܪܐ ܕܩܪܐܐ ܚܕܘܬܐ ܪܒܬܐ
7 But God prepared a worm, when the morning arose on the following day: and it struck the ivy and it withered.7 ܘܠܝܘܡܐ ܐܚܪܢܐ ܦܩܕ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܐ ܠܬܘܠܥܐ ܒܡܣܩ̈ܝ ܫܦܪܐ ܘܡܚܬܗ ܠܫܪܘܪܐ ܕܩܪܐܐ ܘܩܛܡܬܗ
8 And when the sun was risen, the Lord commanded a hot and burning wind: and the sun beat upon the head of Jonas, and he broiled with the heat: and he desired for his soul that he might die, and said: It is better for me to die than to live.8 ܘܟܕ ܕܢܚܬ ܫܡܫܐ ܦܩܕ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܐ ܠܪܘܚܐ ܕܫܘܒܐ ܘܐܘܒܫܬܗ ܠܩܪܐܐ ܘܨܚܬ ܫܡܫܐ ܒܪܝܫܗ ܕܝܘܢܢ ܘܐܬܛܪܦ ܘܫܐܠ ܡܘܬܐ ܠܢܦܫܗ ܘܐܡܪ ܡܛܐ ܒܐ̈ܝܕܝܟ ܡܪܝܐ ܠܡܣܒ ܢܦܫܝ ܡܢܝ. ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܗܘܝܬ ܛܒ ܐܢܐ ܡܢ ܐܒ̈ܗܝ
9 And the Lord said to Jonas: Dost thou think thou hast reason to be angry, for the ivy? And he said: I am angry with reason even unto death.9 ܘܐܡܪ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܐ ܠܝܘܢܢ ܛܒ ܟܪܝܬ ܠܟ ܥܠ ܫܪܘܪܐ ܕܩܪܐܐ ܘܐܡܪ ܝܘܢܢ ܛܒ ܟܪܝܬ ܠܝ ܥܕܡܐ ܠܡܘܬܐ
10 And the Lord said: Thou art grieved for the ivy, for which thou hast not laboured, nor made it to grow, which in one night came up, and in one night perished.10 ܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܢܬ ܚܣܬ ܥܠ ܫܪܘܪܐ ܕܩܪܐܐ ܕܠܐ ܠܐܝܬ ܒܗ ܘܠܐ ܪܒܝܬܝܗܝ ܕܒܪ ܠܠܝܗ ܝܥܐ ܘܒܪ ܠܠܝܗ ܝܒܫ
11 And shall not I spare Ninive, that great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons that know not how to distinguish between their right hand and their left, and many beasts?11 ܐܢܐ ܕܝܢ ܠܐ ܐܚܘܣ ܥܠ ܢܝܢܘܐ ܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܪܒܬܐ ܕܐܝܬ ܒܗ̇ ܝܬܝܪ ܡܢ ܬܪ̈ܬܥܣܪܐ ܪ̈ܒܘܢ ܒܢܝܢ̈ܫܐ ܕܠܐ ܝܕܥܝܢ ܒܝܬ ܝܡܝܢܗܘܢ ܠܣܡܠܗܘܢ ܘܣܘܓܐܐ ܕܒܥܝܪܐ