HOLY BIBLE: Lamentations 5 (original) (raw)

1 μνήσθητι κύριε ὅ τι ἐγενήθη ἡμῖν ἐπίβλεψον καὶ ἰδὲ τὸν ὀνειδισμὸν ἡμῶν 2 κληρονομία ἡμῶν μετεστράφη ἀλλοτρίοις οἱ οἶκοι ἡμῶν ξένοις 3 ὀρφανοὶ ἐγενήθημεν οὐχ ὑπάρχει πατήρ μητέρες ἡμῶν ὡς αἱ χῆραι 4 ἐξ ἡμερῶν ἡμῶν ξύλα ἡμῶν ἐν ἀλλάγματι ἦλθεν 5 ἐπὶ τὸν τράχηλον ἡμῶν ἐδιώχθημεν ἐκοπιάσαμεν οὐκ ἀνεπαύθημεν 6 Αἴγυπτος ἔδωκεν χεῖρα Ασσουρ εἰς πλησμονὴν αὐτῶν 7 οἱ πατέρες ἡμῶν ἥμαρτον οὐχ ὑπάρχουσιν ἡμεῖς τὰ ἀνομήματα αὐτῶν ὑπέσχομεν 8 δοῦλοι ἐκυρίευσαν ἡμῶν λυτρούμενος οὐκ ἔστιν ἐκ τῆς χειρὸς αὐτῶν 9 ἐν ταῖς ψυχαῖς ἡμῶν εἰσοίσομεν ἄρτον ἡμῶν ἀπὸ προσώπου ῥομφαίας τῆς ἐρήμου 10 τὸ δέρμα ἡμῶν ὡς κλίβανος ἐπελειώθη συνεσπάσθησαν ἀπὸ προσώπου καταιγίδων λιμοῦ

1 Bethink thee, Lord, of our ill case; see where we lie humiliated, and seeing take pity! 2 New tenants our lands have, our homes foreign masters; 3 orphaned sons of widowed mothers were not more defenceless. 4 Ours to buy the very water we drink, pay a price for every stick of fire-wood; 5 led hither and thither under the yoke, with no respite given, 6 we must make our peace with men of Egypt or Assyria, for a belly-full of bread. 7 So must we bear the guilt of our fathers, that sinned and are gone! 8 Slaves for our masters now, and none to ransom us; 9 bread won out in the desert, and at peril of our lives from the sword’s point! 10 What wonder if our skins are burnt dry as an oven, seared by long famine?

1

Recordare, Domine, quid acciderit nobis;
intuere et respice opprobrium nostrum.

2
Hæreditas nostra versa est ad alienos,
domus nostræ ad extraneos. 3
Pupilli facti sumus absque patre,
matres nostræ quasi viduæ. 4
Aquam nostram pecunia bibimus;
ligna nostra pretio comparavimus. 5
Cervicibus nostris minabamur,
lassis non dabatur requies. 6
Ægypto dedimus manum et Assyriis,
ut saturaremur pane. 7
Patres nostri peccaverunt, et non sunt:
et nos iniquitates eorum portavimus. 8
Servi dominati sunt nostri:
non fuit qui redimeret de manu eorum. 9
In animabus nostris afferebamus panem nobis,
a facie gladii in deserto. 10
Pellis nostra quasi clibanus exusta est,
a facie tempestatum famis.