Zacarias 11 - Bíblia Online

Abre as tuas portas, ó Líbano, para que o fogo devore os teus cedros. 
Uiva, ó cipreste, porque já caiu o cedro, porque já foram destruídos os principais; uivai, ó carvalhos de Basã, porque o forte bosque já foi abatido. 
Voz do uivar dos pastores! Porque a sua glória está destruída, voz do rugir dos leões novos! Porque a soberba do Jordão está destruída. 
Assim diz Jeová meu Deus: Apascenta tu as ovelhas destinadas para o matadouro, 
as quais matam os que as possuem, e não se têm por culpados. Os que as vendem, dizem: Bendito seja Jeová, porque eu sou rico; e os seus pastores não se compadecem delas. 
Pois não me compadecerei mais dos habitantes da terra, diz Jeová; eis que, porém, entregarei os homens, cada um nas mãos do seu próximo, e nas mãos do seu rei; eles ferirão a terra, e eu não os livrarei da mão deles. 
Assim apascentei as ovelhas destinadas para o matadouro, verdadeiramente as ovelhas mais miseráveis. Tomei para mim duas varas; a uma chamei Formosura, e a outra chamei União; e apascentei as ovelhas. 
Exterminei os três pastores num só mês; porque a minha alma se enfastiou deles, e a sua alma também teve nojo de mim. 
Então eu disse: Não vos apascentarei: o que morre, morra; o que há de ser exterminado, seja exterminado, e os que restam, comam cada um a carne do seu próximo. 
Tomei a minha vara Formosura e a fiz em pedaços, para destruir a minha aliança que tinha feito com todos os povos. 
Foi quebrada naquele dia; assim as miseráveis dentre as ovelhas que me respeitaram, reconheceram que isto era a palavra de Jeová. 
Eu lhe disse: Se vos parecer bem, dai-me a minha paga; e se não, deixai-vos disso. Pesaram, pois, por minha paga trinta moedas de prata. 
Jeová disse-me: Arroja-as ao oleiro, esse belo preço em que fui apreçado por eles. Tomei as trinta moedas de prata, e arrojei-as ao oleiro na casa de Jeová. 
Então fiz em pedaços a minha segunda vara União, para dissolver a irmandade entre Judá e Israel. 
Jeová disse-me: Toma tu ainda os instrumentos de um pastor insensato. 
Pois eis que suscitarei um pastor na terra, o qual não visitará as desgarradas, nem procurará as espalhadas, nem curará a quebrada, nem apascentará a sã; mas comerá a carne das gordas e lhes despedaçará as unhas. 
Ai do pastor imprestável que abandona as suas ovelhas! a espada cairá sobre o seu braço e sobre o seu olho direito; o seu braço será de todo mirrado, e o seu olho direito será inteiramente escurecido. 

Let your doors be open, O Lebanon, so that fire may be burning among your cedars. 
Give a cry of grief, O fir-tree, for the fall of the cedar, because the great ones have been made low: give cries of grief, O you oaks of Bashan, for the strong trees of the wood have come down. 
The sound of the crying of the keepers of the flock! for their glory is made waste: the sound of the loud crying of the young lions! for the pride of Jordan is made waste. 
This is what the Lord my God has said: Take care of the flock of death; 
Whose owners put them to death and have no sense of sin; and those who get a price for them say, May the Lord be praised for I have much wealth: and the keepers of the flock have no pity for them. 
For I will have no more pity for the people of the land, says the Lord; but I will give up everyone into his neighbour's hand and into the hand of his king: and they will make the land waste, and I will not keep them safe from their hands. 
So I took care of the flock of death, for those who made profit out of the flock; and I took for myself two rods, naming one Beautiful, and the other Bands; and I took care of the flock. 
And in one month I put an end to the three keepers of the flock; for my soul was tired of them, and their souls were disgusted with me. 
And I said, I will not take care of you: If death comes to any, let death be its fate; if any is cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest take one another's flesh for food. 
And I took my rod Beautiful, cutting it in two, so that the Lord's agreement, which he had made with all the peoples, might be broken. 
And it was broken on that day: and the sheep-traders, who were watching me, were certain that it was the word of the Lord. 
And I said to them, If it seems good to you, give me my payment; and if not, do not give it. So they gave me my payment by weight, thirty shekels of silver. 
And the Lord said to me, Put it into the store-house, the price at which I was valued by them. And I took the thirty shekels of silver and put them into the store-house in the house of the Lord. 
Then I took my other rod, the one named Bands, cutting it in two, so that the relation of brothers between Judah and Israel might be broken. 
And the Lord said to me, Take again the instruments of a foolish keeper of sheep. 
For see, I will put a sheep-keeper over the land, who will have no care for that which is cut off, and will not go in search of the wanderers, or make well what is broken, and he will not give food to that which is ill, but he will take for his food the flesh of the fat, and let their feet be broken. 
A curse on the foolish keeper who goes away from the flock! the sword will be on his arm and on his right eye: his arm will become quite dry and his eye will be made completely dark. 

Zacarias 12

Abre as tuas portas, ó Líbano, para que o fogo devore os teus cedros. 
Uiva, ó cipreste, porque já caiu o cedro, porque já foram destruídos os principais; uivai, ó carvalhos de Basã, porque o forte bosque já foi abatido. 
Voz do uivar dos pastores! Porque a sua glória está destruída, voz do rugir dos leões novos! Porque a soberba do Jordão está destruída. 
Assim diz Jeová meu Deus: Apascenta tu as ovelhas destinadas para o matadouro, 
as quais matam os que as possuem, e não se têm por culpados. Os que as vendem, dizem: Bendito seja Jeová, porque eu sou rico; e os seus pastores não se compadecem delas. 
Pois não me compadecerei mais dos habitantes da terra, diz Jeová; eis que, porém, entregarei os homens, cada um nas mãos do seu próximo, e nas mãos do seu rei; eles ferirão a terra, e eu não os livrarei da mão deles. 
Assim apascentei as ovelhas destinadas para o matadouro, verdadeiramente as ovelhas mais miseráveis. Tomei para mim duas varas; a uma chamei Formosura, e a outra chamei União; e apascentei as ovelhas. 
Exterminei os três pastores num só mês; porque a minha alma se enfastiou deles, e a sua alma também teve nojo de mim. 
Então eu disse: Não vos apascentarei: o que morre, morra; o que há de ser exterminado, seja exterminado, e os que restam, comam cada um a carne do seu próximo. 
Tomei a minha vara Formosura e a fiz em pedaços, para destruir a minha aliança que tinha feito com todos os povos. 
Foi quebrada naquele dia; assim as miseráveis dentre as ovelhas que me respeitaram, reconheceram que isto era a palavra de Jeová. 
Eu lhe disse: Se vos parecer bem, dai-me a minha paga; e se não, deixai-vos disso. Pesaram, pois, por minha paga trinta moedas de prata. 
Jeová disse-me: Arroja-as ao oleiro, esse belo preço em que fui apreçado por eles. Tomei as trinta moedas de prata, e arrojei-as ao oleiro na casa de Jeová. 
Então fiz em pedaços a minha segunda vara União, para dissolver a irmandade entre Judá e Israel. 
Jeová disse-me: Toma tu ainda os instrumentos de um pastor insensato. 
Pois eis que suscitarei um pastor na terra, o qual não visitará as desgarradas, nem procurará as espalhadas, nem curará a quebrada, nem apascentará a sã; mas comerá a carne das gordas e lhes despedaçará as unhas. 
Ai do pastor imprestável que abandona as suas ovelhas! a espada cairá sobre o seu braço e sobre o seu olho direito; o seu braço será de todo mirrado, e o seu olho direito será inteiramente escurecido. 

Let your doors be open, O Lebanon, so that fire may be burning among your cedars. 
Give a cry of grief, O fir-tree, for the fall of the cedar, because the great ones have been made low: give cries of grief, O you oaks of Bashan, for the strong trees of the wood have come down. 
The sound of the crying of the keepers of the flock! for their glory is made waste: the sound of the loud crying of the young lions! for the pride of Jordan is made waste. 
This is what the Lord my God has said: Take care of the flock of death; 
Whose owners put them to death and have no sense of sin; and those who get a price for them say, May the Lord be praised for I have much wealth: and the keepers of the flock have no pity for them. 
For I will have no more pity for the people of the land, says the Lord; but I will give up everyone into his neighbour's hand and into the hand of his king: and they will make the land waste, and I will not keep them safe from their hands. 
So I took care of the flock of death, for those who made profit out of the flock; and I took for myself two rods, naming one Beautiful, and the other Bands; and I took care of the flock. 
And in one month I put an end to the three keepers of the flock; for my soul was tired of them, and their souls were disgusted with me. 
And I said, I will not take care of you: If death comes to any, let death be its fate; if any is cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest take one another's flesh for food. 
And I took my rod Beautiful, cutting it in two, so that the Lord's agreement, which he had made with all the peoples, might be broken. 
And it was broken on that day: and the sheep-traders, who were watching me, were certain that it was the word of the Lord. 
And I said to them, If it seems good to you, give me my payment; and if not, do not give it. So they gave me my payment by weight, thirty shekels of silver. 
And the Lord said to me, Put it into the store-house, the price at which I was valued by them. And I took the thirty shekels of silver and put them into the store-house in the house of the Lord. 
Then I took my other rod, the one named Bands, cutting it in two, so that the relation of brothers between Judah and Israel might be broken. 
And the Lord said to me, Take again the instruments of a foolish keeper of sheep. 
For see, I will put a sheep-keeper over the land, who will have no care for that which is cut off, and will not go in search of the wanderers, or make well what is broken, and he will not give food to that which is ill, but he will take for his food the flesh of the fat, and let their feet be broken. 
A curse on the foolish keeper who goes away from the flock! the sword will be on his arm and on his right eye: his arm will become quite dry and his eye will be made completely dark. 

Zacarias 12