Slavonic Church Slavonic Bible (Elizabeth Bible) WEB World English Bible (Classic, with Deuterocanon) 1 А҆́ще ѡ҆брати́шисѧ, і҆и҃лю, гл҃етъ гдⷭ҇ь, ко мнѣ̀ ѡ҆брати́сѧ: и҆ а҆́ще ѿи́меши ме́рзѡсти твоѧ̑ ѿ ᲂу҆́стъ твои́хъ, и҆ ѿ лица̀ моегѡ̀ ᲂу҆бои́шисѧ, 1 “If you will return, Israel,” says Yahweh, “if you will return to me, and if you will put away your abominations out of my sight; then you will not be removed;
2 и҆ клене́шисѧ, живе́тъ гдⷭ҇ь, во и҆́стинѣ и҆ въ сꙋдѣ̀ и҆ въ пра́вдѣ, и҆ благословѧ́тъ въ не́мъ ꙗ҆зы́цы и҆ въ не́мъ восхва́лѧтъ бг҃а во і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мѣ. 2 and you will swear, ‘As Yahweh lives,’ in truth, in justice, and in righteousness. The nations will bless themselves in him, and they will glory in him.”
3 Сїѧ̑ бо гл҃етъ гдⷭ҇ь мꙋжє́мъ і҆ꙋ̑динымъ и҆ ѡ҆бита́телємъ і҆ерⷭ҇ли̑млимъ: понови́те себѣ̀ полѧ̀ и҆ не сѣ́йте на те́рнїи: 3 For Yahweh says to the men of Judah and to Jerusalem, “Break up your fallow ground, and don’t sow among thorns.
4 ѡ҆брѣ́житесѧ бг҃ꙋ ва́шемꙋ и҆ ѡ҆брѣ́жите жестосе́рдїе ва́ше, мꙋ́жїе і҆ꙋ̑дины и҆ ѡ҆бита́ющїи во і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мѣ, да не и҆зы́детъ ꙗ҆́кѡ ѻ҆́гнь ꙗ҆́рость моѧ̀, и҆ возгори́тсѧ, и҆ не бꙋ́детъ ᲂу҆гаша́ѧй, ра́ди лꙋка́вства начина́нїй ва́шихъ. 4 Circumcise yourselves to Yahweh, and take away the foreskins of your heart, you men of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem; lest my wrath go out like fire, and burn so that no one can quench it, because of the evil of your doings.
5 Возвѣсти́те во і҆ꙋде́и, и҆ да ᲂу҆слы́шитсѧ во і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мѣ: глаго́лите, воспо́йте трꙋбо́ю на землѝ, возопі́йте ѕѣлѡ̀ и҆ рцы́те: собери́тесѧ, и҆ вни́демъ во гра́ды твє́рды. 5 Declare in Judah, and publish in Jerusalem; and say, ‘Blow the trumpet in the land!’ Cry aloud and say, ‘Assemble yourselves! Let’s go into the fortified cities!’
6 Воздви́гше (зна́менїе) бѣжи́те въ сїѡ́нъ, потщи́тесѧ, не сто́йте, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѕла̑ѧ а҆́зъ навождꙋ̀ ѿ сѣ́вера и҆ сотре́нїе вели́ко. 6 Set up a standard toward Zion. Flee for safety! Don’t wait; for I will bring evil from the north, and a great destruction.”
7 Взы́де ле́въ ѿ ло́жа своегѡ̀, и҆ погꙋблѧ́ѧй ꙗ҆зы́ки воздви́жесѧ и҆ и҆зы́де ѿ мѣ́ста своегѡ̀, да положи́тъ зе́млю твою̀ въ пꙋсты́ню, и҆ гра́ди твоѝ разорѧ́тсѧ, ѡ҆ста́вшїи без̾ ѡ҆бита́телей. 7 A lion has gone up from his thicket, and a destroyer of nations. He is on his way. He has gone out from his place, to make your land desolate, that your cities be laid waste, without inhabitant.
8 Ѡ҆ си́хъ препоѧ́шитесѧ во врє́тища и҆ пла́чите и҆ рыда́йте, ꙗ҆́кѡ не ѿврати́сѧ гнѣ́въ ꙗ҆́рости гдⷭ҇ни ѿ ва́съ. 8 For this, clothe yourself with sackcloth, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of Yahweh hasn’t turned back from us.
9 И҆ бꙋ́детъ въ де́нь то́й, гл҃етъ гдⷭ҇ь, поги́бнетъ се́рдце царе́во и҆ се́рдце нача́льникѡвъ, и҆ свѧще́нницы ᲂу҆жа́снꙋтсѧ, и҆ проро́цы ᲂу҆дивѧ́тсѧ. 9 “It will happen at that day,” says Yahweh, “that the heart of the king will perish, along with the heart of the princes. The priests will be astonished, and the prophets will wonder.”
10 И҆ реко́хъ: ѽ, влⷣко гдⷭ҇и, є҆да̀ ѡ҆больсти́лъ є҆сѝ лю́ди сїѧ̑ и҆ і҆ерⷭ҇ли́ма, рекі́й: ми́ръ бꙋ́детъ ва́мъ; и҆ сѐ, про́йде ме́чь да́же до дꙋшѝ и҆́хъ. 10 Then I said, “Ah, Lord Yahweh! Surely you have greatly deceived this people and Jerusalem, saying, ‘You will have peace;’ whereas the sword reaches to the heart.”
11 Во вре́мѧ ѻ҆́но рече́тсѧ лю́демъ си̑мъ и҆ і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мꙋ: дꙋ́хъ заблꙋжде́нїѧ въ пꙋсты́ни, пꙋ́ть дще́ре люді́й мои́хъ, не ко ѡ҆чище́нїю, нижѐ во ст҃о́е: 11 At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, “A hot wind blows from the bare heights in the wilderness toward the daughter of my people, not to winnow, nor to cleanse.
12 дꙋ́хъ и҆сполне́нїѧ ѿ си́хъ прїи́детъ мнѣ̀, и҆ нн҃ѣ а҆́зъ возгл҃ю сꙋды̀ моѧ̑ къ ни̑мъ. 12 A full wind from these will come for me. Now I will also utter judgments against them.”
13 Сѐ, ꙗ҆́кѡ ѡ҆́блакъ взы́детъ, и҆ ꙗ҆́кѡ ви́хрь колєсни́цы є҆гѡ̀, быстрѣ́е ѻ҆рлѡ́въ ко́ни є҆гѡ̀: го́ре на́мъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ бѣ́дствꙋемъ. 13 Behold, he will come up as clouds, and his chariots will be as the whirlwind. His horses are swifter than eagles. Woe to us! For we are ruined.
14 Ѡ҆мы́й ѿ лꙋка́вства се́рдце твоѐ, і҆ерⷭ҇ли́ме, да спасе́шисѧ: доко́лѣ бꙋ́дꙋтъ въ тебѣ̀ помышлє́нїѧ бѣ́дъ твои́хъ; 14 Jerusalem, wash your heart from wickedness, that you may be saved. How long will your evil thoughts lodge within you?
15 Гла́съ бо возвѣща́ющагѡ ѿ да́на прїи́детъ, и҆ слы́шана бꙋ́детъ болѣ́знь ѿ горы̀ є҆фре́мли. 15 For a voice declares from Dan, and publishes evil from the hills of Ephraim:
16 Рцы́те ꙗ҆зы́кѡмъ: сѐ, прїидо́ша: возвѣсти́те во і҆ерⷭ҇ли́мѣ: полцы̀ и҆́дꙋтъ ѿ землѝ да́льнїѧ и҆ да́ша на гра́ды і҆ꙋ̑дины гла́съ сво́й, 16 “Tell the nations, behold, publish against Jerusalem, ‘Watchers come from a far country, and raise their voice against the cities of Judah.
17 а҆́ки стра́жы се́льнїи бы́ша над̾ ни́мъ ѡ҆́крестъ: ꙗ҆́кѡ пренебре́глъ мѧ̀ є҆сѝ, гл҃етъ гдⷭ҇ь. 17 As keepers of a field, they are against her all around, because she has been rebellious against me,’” says Yahweh.
18 Пꙋти̑ твоѧ̑ и҆ начина̑нїѧ твоѧ̑ сотвори́ша тебѣ̀ сїѧ̑: сїѐ лꙋка́вство твоѐ, поне́же го́рько, ꙗ҆́кѡ прикоснꙋ́сѧ се́рдцꙋ твоемꙋ̀. 18 “Your way and your doings have brought these things to you. This is your wickedness, for it is bitter, for it reaches to your heart.”
19 Чре́во моѐ, чре́во моѐ боли́тъ мнѣ̀, и҆ чꙋ̑вства се́рдца моегѡ̀, смꙋща́етсѧ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀, терза́етсѧ се́рдце моѐ: не ᲂу҆молчꙋ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ гла́съ трꙋбы̀ ᲂу҆слы́шала дꙋша̀ моѧ̀, во́пль ра́ти и҆ бѣды̀: 19 My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
20 сотре́нїе (на сотре́нїе) призыва́етсѧ, поне́же ѡ҆пꙋстѣ́ла всѧ̀ землѧ̀, внеза́пꙋ ѡ҆пꙋстѣ̀ жили́ще моѐ, расторго́шасѧ ко́жы моѧ̑. 20 Destruction on destruction is decreed, for the whole land is laid waste. Suddenly my tents are destroyed, and my curtains gone in a moment.
21 Доко́лѣ зрѣ́ти и҆́мамъ бѣжа́щихъ, слы́шащь гла́сы трꙋ̑бныѧ; 21 How long will I see the standard and hear the sound of the trumpet?
22 Поне́же вожде́ве люді́й мои́хъ менѐ не позна́ша: сы́нове бꙋ́їи сꙋ́ть и҆ безꙋ́мни, мꙋ́дри сꙋ́ть, є҆́же твори́ти ѕла̑ѧ, бла́го же твори́ти не позна́ша. 22 “For my people are foolish. They don’t know me. They are foolish children, and they have no understanding. They are skillful in doing evil, but they don’t know how to do good.”
23 Воззрѣ́хъ на зе́млю, и҆ сѐ, ничто́же, и҆ на не́бо, и҆ не бѣ̀ свѣ́та є҆гѡ̀. 23 I saw the earth and, behold, it was waste and void, and the heavens, and they had no light.
24 Ви́дѣхъ го́ры, и҆ трепета́хꙋ, и҆ всѝ хо́лми возмꙋти́шасѧ. 24 I saw the mountains, and behold, they trembled, and all the hills moved back and forth.
25 Воззрѣ́хъ, и҆ сѐ, не бѣ̀ человѣ́ка, и҆ всѧ̑ пти̑цы небє́сныѧ ᲂу҆жаса́хꙋсѧ. 25 I saw, and behold, there was no man, and all the birds of the sky had fled.
26 Ви́дѣхъ, и҆ сѐ, карми́лъ пꙋ́стъ, и҆ всѝ гра́ди сожже́ни ѻ҆гне́мъ ѿ лица̀ гдⷭ҇нѧ, и҆ ѿ лица̀ гнѣ́ва ꙗ҆́рости є҆гѡ̀ погибо́ша. 26 I saw, and behold, the fruitful field was a wilderness, and all its cities were broken down at the presence of Yahweh, before his fierce anger.
27 Сїѧ̑ гл҃етъ гдⷭ҇ь: пꙋста̀ бꙋ́детъ всѧ̀ землѧ̀, сконча́нїѧ же не сотворю̀. 27 For Yahweh says, “The whole land will be a desolation; yet I will not make a full end.
28 Ѡ҆ си́хъ да пла́четъ землѧ̀, и҆ да помрачи́тсѧ не́бо свы́ше: поне́же гл҃ахъ, и҆ не раска́юсѧ: ᲂу҆стреми́хсѧ, и҆ не ѿвращꙋ́сѧ ѿ негѡ̀. 28 For this the earth will mourn, and the heavens above be black, because I have spoken it. I have planned it, and I have not repented, neither will I turn back from it.”
29 Ѿ гла́са ꙗ҆здѧ́щихъ и҆ напрѧже́нна лꙋ́ка побѣжѐ всѧ́ка страна̀: внидо́ша въ разсѣ̑лины и҆ въ дꙋбра̑вы сокры́шасѧ и҆ на ка́менїе взыдо́ша: всѝ гра́ди ѡ҆ста́влени сꙋ́ть, не ѡ҆бита́етъ въ ни́хъ человѣ́къ. 29 Every city flees for the noise of the horsemen and archers. They go into the thickets and climb up on the rocks. Every city is forsaken, and not a man dwells therein.
30 Ты́ же, запꙋстѣ́лаѧ, что̀ сотвори́ши; а҆́ще ѡ҆блече́шисѧ во багрѧни́цꙋ и҆ ᲂу҆краси́шисѧ мони́сты златы́ми, а҆́ще нама́жеши сті́вїемъ ѻ҆́чи твоѝ, всꙋ́е ᲂу҆краше́нїе твоѐ: ѿри́нꙋша тѧ̀ любѡ́вницы твоѝ, дꙋшѝ твоеѧ̀ и҆́щꙋтъ. 30 You, when you are made desolate, what will you do? Though you clothe yourself with scarlet, though you deck yourself with ornaments of gold, though you enlarge your eyes with makeup, you make yourself beautiful in vain. Your lovers despise you. They seek your life.
31 Гла́съ бо ꙗ҆́кѡ родѧ́щїѧ слы́шахъ стена́нїѧ твоегѡ̀: а҆́ки первородѧ́щїѧ гла́съ дще́ре сїѡ́ни и҆ста́етъ, и҆ ѡ҆пꙋ́ститъ рꙋ́цѣ своѝ: го́ре мнѣ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ и҆счеза́етъ дꙋша̀ моѧ̀ над̾ ᲂу҆бїе́нными. 31 For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”