| 1 συνέσεως τῷ Ασαφ ἵνα τί ἀπώσω ὁ θεός εἰς τέλος ὠργίσθη ὁ θυμός σου ἐπὶ πρόβατα νομῆς σου 2 μνήσθητι τῆς συναγωγῆς σου ἧς ἐκτήσω ἀ{P'} ἀρχῆς ἐλυτρώσω ῥάβδον κληρονομίας σου ὄρος Σιων τοῦτο ὃ κατεσκήνωσας ἐν αὐτῷ 3 ἔπαρον τὰς χεῖράς σου ἐπὶ τὰς ὑπερηφανίας αὐτῶν εἰς τέλος ὅσα ἐπονηρεύσατο ὁ ἐχθρὸς ἐν τοῖς ἁγίοις σου 4 καὶ ἐνεκαυχήσαντο οἱ μισοῦντές σε ἐν μέσῳ τῆς ἑορτῆς σου ἔθεντο τὰ σημεῖα αὐτῶν σημεῖα καὶ οὐκ ἔγνωσαν 5 ὡς εἰς τὴν εἴσοδον ὑπεράνω 6 ὡς ἐν δρυμῷ ξύλων ἀξίναις ἐξέκοψαν τὰς θύρας αὐτῆς ἐπὶ τὸ αὐτὸ ἐν πελέκει καὶ λαξευτηρίῳ κατέρραξαν αὐτήν 7 ἐνεπύρισαν ἐν πυρὶ τὸ ἁγιαστήριόν σου εἰς τὴν γῆν ἐβεβήλωσαν τὸ σκήνωμα τοῦ ὀνόματός σου 8 εἶπαν ἐν τῇ καρδίᾳ αὐτῶν ἡ συγγένεια αὐτῶν ἐπὶ τὸ αὐτό δεῦτε καὶ κατακαύσωμεν πάσας τὰς ἑορτὰς τοῦ θεοῦ ἀπὸ τῆς γῆς 9 τὰ σημεῖα ἡμῶν οὐκ εἴδομεν οὐκ ἔστιν ἔτι προφήτης καὶ ἡμᾶς οὐ γνώσεται ἔτι 10 ἕως πότε ὁ θεός ὀνειδιεῖ ὁ ἐχθρός παροξυνεῖ ὁ ὑπεναντίος τὸ ὄνομά σου εἰς τέλος 11 ἵνα τί ἀποστρέφεις τὴν χεῖρά σου καὶ τὴν δεξιάν σου ἐκ μέσου τοῦ κόλπου σου εἰς τέλος |
1 O God, hast thou altogether abandoned us? Sheep of thy own pasturing, must we feel the fires of thy vengeance? 2 Bethink thee of the company thou hast gathered, long ago; of the tribe thou hast chosen to be thy domain; of mount Sion, where thou hast thy dwelling-place. 3 Hither turn thy steps, where all is ruin irretrievable; see what havoc thy enemies have wrought in the holy place, 4 how their malice has raged in thy very precincts,[1] setting up its emblems 5 for a trophy of conquest. Blow after blow, like woodmen in the forest, 6 they have plied their axes, brought it down, with pick and mallet, to the ground. 7 They have set fire to thy sanctuary, sullied the dwelling-place of thy glory in the dust. 8 They think to destroy us like one man, sweep away every shrine of God in the land. 9 Our own emblems are nowhere to be seen; there are no prophets left now, none can tell how long we must endure. 10 O God, shall our enemy taunt us everlastingly, shall blasphemy still defy thy name? 11 Why dost thou withhold thy hand? That right hand of thine, must it always lie idle in thy bosom? |
1 Ut quid, Deus, repulisti in finem,
iratus est furor tuus super oves pascuæ tuæ? 2
Memor esto congregationis tuæ,
quam possedisti ab initio.
Redemisti virgam hæreditatis tuæ,
mons Sion, in quo habitasti in eo. 3
Leva manus tuas in superbias eorum in finem:
quanta malignatus est inimicus in sancto! 4
Et gloriati sunt qui oderunt te in medio solemnitatis tuæ;
posuerunt signa sua, signa: 5
et non cognoverunt sicut in exitu super summum.
Quasi in silva lignorum securibus 6
exciderunt januas ejus in idipsum;
in securi et ascia dejecerunt eam. 7
Incenderunt igni sanctuarium tuum;
in terra polluerunt tabernaculum nominis tui. 8
Dixerunt in corde suo cognatio eorum simul:
Quiescere faciamus omnes dies festos Dei a terra. 9
Signa nostra non vidimus;
jam non est propheta;
et nos non cognoscet amplius. 10
Usquequo, Deus, improperabit inimicus?
irritat adversarius nomen tuum in finem? 11
Ut quid avertis manum tuam,
et dexteram tuam de medio sinu tuo in finem? |