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Miércoles, 15 Julio 2026 - San Bonaventura ( Letture di oggi)

Isaiah 38


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DOUAI-RHEIMSPeshitta
1 In those days Ezechias was sick even to death, and Isaias the son of Amos the prophet came unto him, and said to him: Thus saith the Lord: Take order with thy house, for thou shalt die, and not live.1 ܒܗܘܢ ܒܝ̈ܘܡܬܐ ܗܢ̇ܘܢ ܐܬܟܪܗ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܠܡܡܬ ܘܐܬܐ ܠܘܬܗ ܐܫܥܝܐ ܢܒܝܐ ܒܪ ܐܡܘܨ ܘܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܗܟܢܐ ܐܡ̇ܪ ܡܪܝܐ ܦܩܕ ܥܠ ܒܝܬܟ ܡܛܠ ܕܡܐ̇ܬ ܐܢܬ ܘܠܐ ܚ̇ܝܐ ܐܢܬ
2 And Ezechias turned his face toward the wall, and prayed to the Lord,2 ܘܐܦܢܝ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܐ̈ܦܘܗܝ ܠܐܣܬܐ ܘܨܠܝ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܩܕܡ ܡܪܝܐ
3 And said: I beseech thee, O Lord, remember how I have walked before thee in truth, and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Ezechias wept with great weeping.3 ܘܐܡܪ ܐܘܢ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܬܕܟܪ ܕܗܠܟ̇ܬ ܩܕܡܝܟ ܒܩܘܫܬܐ ܘܒܠܒܐ ܫܠܡܐ ܘܕܫܦܝܪ ܩܕܡܝܟ ܥܒ̇ܕܬ ܘܒܟܐ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܒܟܬܐ ܪܒܬܐ
4 And the word of the Lord came to Isaias, saying:4 ܘܗܘܐ ܦܬܓܡܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ ܥܠ ܐܫܥܝܐ ܠܡܐܡܪ
5 Go and say to Ezechias: Thus saith the Lord the God of David thy father: I have heard thy prayer, and I have seen thy tears: behold I will add to thy days fifteen years:5 ܙܠ ܐܡܪ ܠܚܙܩܝܐ ܡܠܟܐ ܕܝܗܘܕܐ ܗܟܢܐ ܐܡ̇ܪ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܗ ܕܕܘܝܕ ܐܒܘܟ ܫܡ̇ܥܬ ܨܠܘܬܟ ܘܚܙ̇ܝܬ ܕܡ̈ܥܝܟ ܗܐ ܡܘܣܦ ܐܢܐ ܥܠ ܝܘܡ̈ܬܟ ܚܡܫܥܣܪ̈ܐ ܫ̈ܢܝܢ
6 And I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of the Assyrians, and I will protect it.6 ܘܡܢ ܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܕܡܠܟܐ ܕܐܬܘܪ ܐܦܨܝܟ ܘܠܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܗܕܐ ܘܐܓܢ ܥܠ ܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܗܕܐ
7 And this shall be a sign to thee from the Lord, that the Lord will do this word which he hath spoken:7 ܘܗܕܐ ܠܟ ܐܬܐ ܡܢ ܩܕܡ ܡܪܝܐ ܕܥܒ̇ܕ ܡܪܝܐ ܦܬܓܡܐ ܗܢܐ ܕܐܡܪ
8 Behold I will bring again the shadow of the lines, by which it is now gone down in the sun dial of Achaz with the sun, ten lines backward. And the sun returned ten lines by the degrees by which it was gone down.8 ܗܐ ܡܗܦܟ ܐܢܐ ܛܠܠܐ ܕܕܪ̈ܓܐ ܕܢܚ̇ܬ ܒܕܪ̈ܓܐ ܕܐܚܙ ܐܒܘܟ ܫܡܫܐ ܠܒܣܬܪܗ ܥܣܪ̈ܐ ܕܪ̈ܓܝܢ ܘܗܦܟ ܫܡܫܐ ܠܒܣܬܪܗ ܥܣܪ̈ܐ ܕܪ̈ܓܝܢ ܒܕܪ̈ܓܐ ܕܢܚܬ
9 The writing of Ezechias king of Juda, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness.9 ܟܬܒܗ ܕܚܙܩܝܐ ܡܠܟܐ ܕܝܗܘܕܐ ܟܕ ܐܬܟܪܗ ܘܚܝܐ ܡܢ ܟܘܪܗܢܗ
10 I said: In the midst of my days I shall go to the gates of hell: I sought for the residue of my years.10 ܐܢܐ ܐܡ̇ܪܬ ܕܒܦܠܓܘܬ ܝܘ̈ܡܝ ܐܙܠ ܒܬܪܥܐ ܕܫܝܘܠ ܫܒ̇ܩܬ ܫܪܟܐ ܕܫ̈ܢܝ
11 I said: I shall not see the Lord God in the land of the living. I shall behold man no more, nor the inhabitant of rest.11 ܐܡ̇ܪܬ ܕܠܐ ܐܚܙܐ ܠܡܪܝܐ ܒܐܪܥܐ ܕܚ̈ܝܐ ܘܬܘܒ ܠܐ ܐܚܙܐ ܐܢܫܐ ܥܡ ܥܡ̇ܪ̈ܝ ܚܦܪܐ
12 My generation is at an end, and it is rolled away from me, as a shepherd's tent. My life is cut off, as by a weaver: whilst I was yet but beginning, he out me off: from morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.12 ܕܪܝ ܫܩܠ ܘܥܒܪ ܡܢܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܫܟܢܐ ܕܪ̈ܥܘܬܐ ܐܬܩܦܕܘ ܐܝܟ ܣܝܪ̈ܣ ܚ̈ܝܝ ܘܐܝܟ ܢܘܠܐ ܕܩܪܝܒ ܠܡܬܓܕܕܘ ܡܢ ܐܝܡܡܐ ܘܥܕܡܐ ܠܠܠܝܐ ܐܫܠܡܬܢܝ
13 I hoped till morning, as a lion so hath he broken all my bones: from morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.
14 I will cry like a young swallow, I will meditate like a dove: my eyes are weakened looking upward: Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me.14 ܐܝܟ ܣܢܘܢܝܬܐ ܕܡܢܨܪܐ ܢܨ̇ܪܬ ܘܐܝܟ ܝܘܢܐ ܢܗ̇ܡܬ ܐܪܝܡ̇ܬ ܥܝܢ̈ܝ ܠܡܪܘܡܐ ܡܪܝܐ ܦܨܢܝ ܘܒܣܡܝܢܝ
15 What shall I say, or what shall he answer for me, whereas he himself hath done it? I will recount to thee all my years in the bitterness of my soul.15 ܘܡܢܐ ܐܡܠܠ ܐܡܪ ܠܝ ܘܗܘ ܥܒܪ ܘܐܢܕ ܟܠܗ̇ ܫܢܬܝ ܥܠ ܡܪ̈ܪܐ ܕܢܦܫܝ
16 O Lord, if man's life be such, and the life of my spirit be in such things as these, thou shalt correct me, and make me to live.16 ܡܪܝܐ ܥܠܝܗܘܢ ܢܚܘܢ ܡܛܠ ܗܠܝܢ ܚ̈ܝܐ ܕܪܘܚܝ ܐܚܠܡܝܢܝ ܘܐܚܢܝ
17 Behold in peace is my bitterness most bitter: but thou best delivered my soul that it should not perish, thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.17 ܗܐ ܠܫܠܡܐ ܡܪ ܠܝ ܡܪ̈ܪܐ ܘܐܢܬ ܨܒܝܬ ܒܢܦܫܝ ܕܠܐ ܬܒܠܐ ܒܚܒܠܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܫܕܝܬ ܒܣܬܪ ܓܘܫܡܟ ܟܠܗܘܢ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ
18 For hell shall not confess to thee, neither shall death praise thee: nor shall they that go down into the pit, look for thy truth.18 ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܫܝܘܠ ܬܘܕܐ ܠܟ ܐܦ ܠܐ ܡܘܬܐ ܢܫܒܚܟ ܘܠܐ ܢܣܒܪܘܢ ܠܩܘܫܬܟ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܢܚ̇ܬܝܢ ܠܓܘܒܐ
19 The living, the living, he shall give praise to thee, as I do this day: the father shall make thy truth known to the children.19 ܐܠܐ ܢܘܕܘܢ ܠܟ ܚ̈ܝܐ ܕܐܟܘܬܝ ܝܘܡܢܐ ܘܐܒܐ ܠܒ̈ܢܝܐ ܢܚܘܐ ܗܝܡܢܘܬܟ
20 O Lord, save me, and we will sing our psalms all the days of our life in the house of the Lord.20 ܡܪܝܐ ܢܦܪܩܢ ܘܬܫ̈ܒܚܬܗ ܢܫܒܚ ܟܠܗܘܢ ܝܘܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܚ̈ܝܝܢ ܒܒܝܬܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ
21 Now Isaias had ordered that they should take a lump of figs, and lay it as it plaster upon the wound, and that he should be healed.21 ܘܐܡܪ ܐܫܥܝܐ ܢܣܒܘܢ ܕܒܠܬܐ ܕܬܐ̈ܢܐ ܘܢܣܝܡܘܢ ܥܠ ܫܘܚܢܐ ܘܡܬܚܠܡ
22 And Ezechias bed said: What shah be the sign that I shah go up to the house of the Lord?22 ܘܐܡܪ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܡܢܐ ܗܝ ܐܬܐ ܕܣ̇ܠܩ ܐܢܐ ܠܒܝܬܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ