Jeremiæ 8

VULGATA	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 In illo tempore, ait Dominus, ejicient ossa regum Juda, et ossa principum ejus, et ossa sacerdotum, et ossa prophetarum, et ossa eorum qui habitaverunt Jerusalem, de sepulchris suis :	1 At that time, says the LORD, the bones of the kings and princes of Judah, the bones of the priests and the prophets, and the bones of the citizens of Jerusalem will be emptied out of their graves
2 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.	2 and spread out before the sun and the moon and the whole army of heaven, which they loved and served, which they followed, consulted, and worshiped. They will not be gathered up for burial, but will lie like dung upon the ground.
3 Et eligent magis mortem quam vitam, omnes qui residui fuerint de cognatione hac pessima, in universis locis quæ derelicta sunt, ad quæ ejeci eos, dicit Dominus exercituum.	3 Death will be preferred to life by all the survivors of this wicked race who remain in any of the places to which I banish them, says the LORD of hosts.
4 Et dices ad eos : Hæc dicit Dominus : Numquid qui cadit non resurget ? et qui aversus est non revertetur ?	4 Tell them: Thus says the LORD: When someone falls, does he not rise again? if he goes astray, does he not turn back?
5 Quare ergo aversus est populus iste in Jerusalem aversione contentiosa ? Apprehenderunt mendacium, et noluerunt reverti.	5 Why do these people rebel with obstinate resistance? Why do they cling to deceptive idols, refuse to turn back?
6 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.	6 I listen closely: they speak what is not true; No one repents of his wickedness, saying, "What have I done!" Everyone keeps on running his course, like a steed dashing into battle.
7 Milvus in cælo cognovit tempus suum : turtur, et hirundo, et ciconia custodierunt tempus adventus sui : populus autem meus non cognovit judicium Domini.	7 Even the stork in the air knows it seasons; Turtledove, swallow and thrush observe their time of return, But my people do not know the ordinance of the LORD.
8 Quomodo dicitis : Sapientes nos sumus, et lex Domini nobiscum est ? vere mendacium operatus est stylus mendax scribarum !	8 How can you say, "We are wise, we have the law of the LORD"? Why, that has been changed into falsehood by the lying pen of the scribes!
9 Confusi sunt sapientes ; perterriti et capti sunt : verbum enim Domini projecerunt, et sapientia nulla est in eis.	9 The wise are confounded, dismayed and ensnared; Since they have rejected the word of the LORD, of what avail is their wisdom?
10 Propterea dabo mulieres eorum exteris, agros eorum hæredibus, quia a minimo usque ad maximum omnes avaritiam sequuntur : a propheta usque ad sacerdotem cuncti faciunt mendacium.	10 Therefore, I will give their wives to strangers, their fields to spoilers. Small and great alike, all are greedy for gain, prophet and priest, all practice fraud.
11 Et sanabant contritionem filiæ populi mei ad ignominiam, dicentes : Pax, pax ! cum non esset pax.	11 They would repair, as though it were nought, the injury to the daughter of my people: "Peace, peace!" they say, though there is no peace.
12 Confusi sunt, quia abominationem fecerunt : quinimmo confusione non sunt confusi, et erubescere nescierunt. Idcirco cadent inter corruentes : in tempore visitationis suæ corruent, dicit Dominus.	12 They are odious; they have done abominable things, yet they are not at all ashamed, they know not how to blush. Hence they shall be among those who fall; in their time of punishment they shall go down, says the LORD.
13 Congregans congregabo eos, ait Dominus. Non est uva in vitibus, et non sunt ficus in ficulnea : folium defluxit, et dedi eis quæ prætergressa sunt.	13 I will gather them all in, says the LORD: no grapes on the vine, No figs on the fig trees, foliage withered!
14 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.	14 Why do we remain here? Let us form ranks and enter the walled cities, to perish there; For the LORD has wrought our destruction, he has given us poison to drink, because we have sinned against the LORD.
15 Exspectavimus pacem, et non erat bonum : tempus medelæ, et ecce formido.	15 We wait for peace to no avail; for a time of healing, but terror comes instead.
16 A Dan auditus est fremitus equorum ejus ; a voce hinnituum pugnatorum ejus commota est omnis terra : et venerunt, et devoraverunt terram et plenitudinem ejus ; urbem et habitatores ejus.	16 From Dan is heard the snorting of his steeds; The neighing of his stallions shakes the whole land. They come devouring the land and all it contains, the city and those who dwell in it.
17 Quia ecce ego mittam vobis serpentes regulos, quibus non est incantatio : et mordebunt vos, ait Dominus.	17 Yes, I will send against you poisonous snakes, Against which no charm will work when they bite you, says the LORD.
18 Dolor meus super dolorem, in me cor meum mœrens.	18 My grief is incurable, my heart within me is faint.
19 Ecce vox clamoris filiæ populi mei de terra longinqua : Numquid Dominus non est in Sion ? aut rex ejus non est in ea ? Quare ergo me ad iracundiam concitaverunt in sculptilibus suis, et in vanitatibus alienis ?	19 Listen! the cry of the daughter of my people, far and wide in the land! Is the LORD no longer in Zion, is her King no longer in her midst? (Why do they provoke me with their idols, with their foreign nonentities?)
20 Transiit messis, finita est æstas, et nos salvati non sumus.	20 "The harvest has passed, the summer is at an end, and yet we are not safe!"
21 Super contritione filiæ populi mei contritus sum, et contristatus : stupor obtinuit me.	21 I am broken by the ruin of the daughter of my people. I am disconsolate; horror has seized me.
22 Numquid resina non est in Galaad ? aut medicus non est ibi ? quare igitur non est obducta cicatrix filiæ populi mei ?	22 Is there no balm in Gilead, no physician there? Why grows not new flesh over the wound of the daughter of my people?
	23 Oh, that my head were a spring of water, my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night over the slain of the daughter of my people!