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Mercoledi, 15 luglio 2026 - San Camillo de Lellis ( Letture di oggi)

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PeshittaNEW JERUSALEM
1 ܘܥܢܐ ܐܝܘܒ ܘܐܡܪ1 Job spoke next. He said:
2 ܐܦ ܝܘܡܢܐ ܡܪܬ ܫܘܥܝܬܝ ܘܐܝܕܗ ܝܩܪܬ ܥܠ ܬܢܚ̈ܬܝ2 My lament is stil rebellious; despite my groans, his hand is just as heavy.
3 ܡ̇ܢ ܕܝܢ ܥܒܕ ܕܡܫܟܚ ܗܘܝܬ ܠܡܡܛܝܘ ܥܕܡܐ ܠܡܘܬܒܗ3 Wil no one help me to know how to travel to his dwel ing?
4 ܘܐܣܕܘܪ ܩܕܡܘܗܝ ܕܝܢܐ ܘܦܘܡܝ ܐܡܠܐ ܡܟܣܢܘܬܐ4 I should set out my case to him, advancing any number of grievances.
5 ܘܝܕܥܬ ܕܝܢ ܡܢܐ ܥ̇ܢܐ ܗܘܐ ܠܝ ܘܡܬܒܝܢ ܗܘܝܬ ܡܢܐ ܐ̇ܡܪ ܗܘܐ ܠܝ5 Then I could learn his defence, every word of it, taking note of everything he said to me.
6 ܒܣܘܓܐܐ ܕܚܝܠܐ ܕܐ̇ܢ ܥܡܝ ܘܐܠܐ ܗܘܐ ܕܚܠܬܐ ܣ̇ܐܡ ܥܠܝ6 Would he put al his strength into this debate with me? No, he would only have to give his attention tome,
7 ܬܡܢ ܬܪܝܨܐܝܬ ܕܐ̇ܢ ܗܘܝܬ ܥܡܗ ܘܙ̇ܟܐ ܗܘܝܬ ܘܡܬܦܠܛ ܗܘܝܬ ܒܕܝܢܐ7 to recognise his opponent as upright and so I should win my case for ever.
8 ܐܢ ܩܕܡܝ ܐ̇ܙܠ ܠܐ ܝ̇ܕܥ ܐܢܐ ܘܡܢ ܒܣܬܪܗ ܠܐ ܡܬܒܝܢ ܐܢܐ ܠܗ8 If I go to the east, he is not there; or to the west, I stil cannot see him.
9 ܠܣܡܠܝ ܒܥܝܬ ܘܠܐ ܐܬܚܙܝ ܠܝ ܘܥܛܦܬ ܠܝܡܝܢܝ ܘܠܐ ܚܙܝܬܗ9 If I seek him in the north, he is not to be found, invisible as ever, if I turn to the south.
10 ܗܘܝܘ ܝ̇ܕܥ ܐܘܪܚܝ ܘܩܝܡܝ ܘܒܚܪܢܝ ܐܝܟ ܕܗܒܐ ܘܢܦܩܬ10 And yet he knows every step I take! Let him test me in the crucible: I shall come out pure gold.
11 ܘܒܫܒ̈ܝܠܘܗܝ ܐܫܬܪܪܬ ܪܓܠܝ ܐܘܪ̈ܚܬܗ ܢܛܪܬ11 My footsteps have fol owed close in his, I have walked in his way without swerving;
12 ܘܠܐ ܫ̇ܛܬ ܦܘܩ̈ܕܢܝ ܣ̈ܦܘܬܗ ܘܠܐ ܫܢܝܬ ܡܢ ܨܒܝܢܗ ܢܛܪܬ ܡ̈ܠܝ ܦܘܡܗ12 I have not neglected the commandment of his lips, in my heart I have cherished the words of hismouth.
13 ܘܗܘ ܒܚܕܐ ܡܢ ܗܠܝܢ ܡܢܐ ܢܬܝܒܢܝ ܕܢܦܫܗ ܐܨܛܒܝܬ ܘܥܒܕ13 But once he has made up his mind, who can change it? Whatever he plans, that he carries out.
14 ܒܪܡ ܐܫܠܡ ܩܝܡܗ ܘܐܝܟ ܗܠܝܢ ܣܓ̈ܝܐܢ ܐܝܬ ܥܡܗ14 No doubt, then, but he wil carry out my sentence, like so many other decrees that he has made.
15 ܡܛܠ ܗܢܐ ܡܢ ܩܕܡܘܗܝ ܕܚܠܬ ܘܐܬܒܝܢܬ ܘܙܥܬ ܡܢܗ15 That is why I am ful of fear before him, and the more I think, the greater grows my dread of him.
16 ܡܛܠ ܕܐܠܗܐ ܐܙܝܥ ܠܒܝ ܘܪܝܫܝ ܐܬܬܙܝܥ16 God has undermined my courage, Shaddai has filled me with fear.
17 ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܐܫܬܬܩܬ ܡܢ ܩܕܡ ܚܫܘܟܐ ܘܡܢ ܩܕܡ ܬܚܦܝܬܐ ܕܥܡܛܢܐ17 The darkness having failed to destroy me, I am plunged back into obscurity by him!