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Sabato, 19 settembre 2026 - Nostra Signora di La Salette ( Letture di oggi)

Job 14


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NEW JERUSALEMPeshitta
1 a human being, born of woman, whose life is short but ful of trouble.1 ܗܟܢܐ ܗܘ ܐܢܫܐ ܝܠܝܕ ܐܢܬܬܐ ܘܙܥܘܪ ܝܘܡ̈ܝܢ ܗܘ ܘܣ̇ܒܠ ܙܘ̈ܥܐ
2 Like a flower, such a one blossoms and withers, fleeting as a shadow, transient.2 ܘܐܝܟ ܥܘܦܝܐ ܢ̇ܦܩ ܘܝ̇ܒܫ ܘܚ̇ܡܐ ܘܥ̇ܪܩ ܐܝܟ ܛܠܠܐ ܘܠܐ ܩ̇ܐܡ
3 And this is the creature on whom you fix your gaze, and bring to judgement before you!3 ܐܦ ܥܠ ܗܢܐ ܦܬܚܬ ܥܝܢܝ̈ܟ ܘܠܗ ܬܥܠ ܒܕܝܢܐ ܥܡܟ
4 But will anyone produce the pure from what is impure? No one can!4 ܡܢܘ ܢܬܠ ܕܟܝܐ ܡܢ ܛܡܐܐ ܐܦ ܠܐ ܚܕ
5 Since his days are measured out, since his tale of months depends on you, since you assign himbounds he cannot pass,5 ܐܢ ܦܣܝܩܝܢ ܐܢܘܢ ܝܘܡ̈ܘܗܝ ܘܡܢܝܢܐ ܕܝܪ̈ܚܘܗܝ ܓܙܝܪ̈ܝܢ ܢܡܘܣܐ ܥܒܕܬ ܕܠܐ ܢܥܒܪ ܡܢܗ
6 turn your eyes from him, leave him alone, like a hired labourer, to finish his day in peace.6 ܘܢܦܘܫ ܥܕܡܐ ܕܢܪܗܛ ܐܝܟ ܐܓܝܪܐ ܝܘܡ̈ܘܗܝ
7 There is always hope for a tree: when fel ed, it can start its life again; its shoots continue to sprout.7 ܡܛܠ ܕܐܝܬ ܠܩܝܣܐ ܣܒܪܐ ܕܐܢ ܡܬܦܣܩ ܬܘܒ ܡܚܠܦ ܘܥܢ̈ܩܘܗܝ ܠܐ ܥܢ̈ܕܢ
8 Its roots may have grown old in the earth, its stump rotting in the ground,8 ܘܐܢ ܢܣܐܒ ܒܐܪܥܐ ܥܩܪܗ ܘܒܥܦܪܐ ܬܡܘܬ ܡܘܥܝܬܗ
9 but let it scent the water, and it buds, and puts out branches like a plant newly set.9 ܡܢ ܪܝܚܐ ܕܡ̈ܝܐ ܢܦܪܥ ܘܢܥܒܕ ܛܪ̈ܦܐ ܐܝܟ ܢܨܝܒܐ
10 But a human being? He dies, and dead he remains, breathes his last, and then where is he?10 ܘܓܒܪܐ ܡ̇ܐܬ ܘܒ̇ܠܐ ܘܣ̇ܐܦ ܒܪܢܫܐ ܘܠܝܬܘܗܝ
11 The waters of the sea wil vanish, the rivers stop flowing and run dry:11 ܥܢܕܝܢ ܡ̈ܝܐ ܡܢ ܝܡܐ ܘܢܗܪܐ ܚ̇ܪܒ ܘܝ̇ܒܫ
12 a human being, once laid to rest, will never rise again, the heavens wil wear out before he wakes up,or before he is roused from his sleep.12 ܘܓܒܪܐ ܕܫ̇ܟܒ ܠܐ ܩ̇ܐܡ ܥܕ ܒܠܝܢ ܫܡܝܐ ܠܐ ܢܬܬܥܝܪܘܢ ܘܠܐ ܢܕܝܢ ܡܢ ܫܢܬܗܘܢ
13 Will no one hide me in Sheol, and shelter me there til your anger is past, fixing a certain day forcal ing me to mind-13 ܡ̇ܢ ܕܝܢ ܥܒܕ ܕܒܫܝܘܠ ܛܫܝܬܢܝ ܘܣܬܪܬܢܝ ܥܕܡܐ ܕܥܒܪ ܪܘܓܙܟ ܘܣܡܬ ܠܝ ܕܝܢ ܩܝܡܐ ܘܐܬܕܟܪܬܢܝ
14 can the dead come back to life? - day after day of my service, I should be waiting for my relief tocome.14 ܐܢ ܡ̇ܐܬ ܓܒܪܐ ܕܠܡܐ ܚܝܐ ܘܟܠܗܘܢ ܝܘܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܥܠܝܡܘܬܗ ܡܣܟܐ ܥܕܡܐ ܕܐܬܝܐ ܣܝܒܘܬܗ
15 Then you would cal , and I should answer, you would want to see once more what you have made.15 ܐܢ ܬܩܪܝܢܝ ܐܥܢܝܟ ܘܥܠ ܥܒܕ ܐ̈ܝܕܝܟ ܐܬܚܫܒ
16 Whereas now you count every step I take, you would then stop spying on my sin;16 ܡܛܠ ܕܗܫܐ ܗ̈ܠܟܬܝ ܠܐ ܬܡܢܐ ܘܠܐ ܬܛܪ ܥܠܝ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ
17 you would seal up my crime in a bag, and put a cover over my fault.17 ܚܬܘܡ ܒܨܪܪܐ ܚ̈ܘܒܝ ܘܐܦܪܩ ܡܢܝ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ
18 Alas! Just as, eventual y, the mountain fal s down, the rock moves from its place,18 ܫܪܝܪܐܝܬ ܛܘܪܐ ܥܫܝܢܐ ܢ̇ܦܠ ܐܘ ܫܩܝܦܐ ܡܬܬܙܝܥ ܡܢ ܕܘܟܬܗ
19 water wears away the stones, the cloudburst erodes the soil; so you destroy whatever hope a personhas.19 ܟܐܦܐ ܫܚܩܐ ܡ̈ܝܐ ܐܘ ܟܬܐ ܥܦܪܗ̇ ܕܐܪܥܐ ܣܒܪܗ ܕܐܢܫܐ ܐܘܒܕܬ
20 You crush him once for al , and he is gone; first you disfigure him, then you dismiss him.20 ܬܥܫܢܝܘܗܝ ܠܥܠܡ ܘܢܗܠܟ ܒܒܗܬܬܐ ܕܐ̈ܦܘܗܝ ܬܫܕܝܘܗܝ
21 His children may rise to honours -- he does not know it; they may come down in the world -- he doesnot care.21 ܐܢ ܢܣܓܘܢ ܒ̈ܢܘܗܝ ܠܐ ܝ̇ܕܥ ܘܐܢ ܢܙܥܪܘܢ ܠܐ ܡܫܬܘܕܥ ܠܗܘܢ
22 He feels no pangs, except for his own body, makes no lament, except for his own self.22 ܒܪܡ ܒܣܪܗ ܥܠܘܗܝ ܢܟܐܒ ܘܢܦܫܗ ܥܠܘܗܝ ܬܬܐܒܠ