Prophetia Jonae

Et afflictus est Jonas afflictione magna, et iratus est:

And Jonah was exceedingly troubled, and was angry:

Et afflige es Ionase afflictione magna, et irascor es:

et oravit ad Dominum, et dixit: Obsecro, Domine, numquid non hoc est verbum meum cum adhuc essem in terra mea? propter hoc præoccupavi ut fugerem in Tharsis: scio enim quia tu Deus clemens et misericors es, patiens et multæ miserationis, et ignoscens super malitia.

And he prayed to the Lord, and said: I beseech thee, O Lord, is not this what I said, when I was yet in my own country? therefore I went before to flee into Tharsis: for I know that thou art a gracious and merciful God, patient, and of much compassion, and easy to forgive evil.

Et ora ad Domino, et dic: obsecra, Domino, numquid non hoc es verbo meo cum adhuc es in terra meo? Propter hoc praeoccupa ut fuge in Tharsis: sci nam quia te Deo clemente et miserico es, pate et multo de miseratione, et ignosce super malitia.

Et nunc, Domine, tolle, quæso, animam meam a me, quia melior est mihi mors quam vita.

And now, O Lord, I beseech thee take my life from me: for it is better for me to die than to live.

Et nunc, Domino, tolle, quaese, anima meo ab me, quia bono es ad me morte quam vita.

Et dixit Dominus: Putasne bene irasceris tu?

And the Lord said: Dost thou think thou hast reason to be angry?

Et Domino dic: putasne bene te irasce?

Et egressus est Jonas de civitate, et sedit contra orientem civitatis: et fecit sibimet umbraculum ibi, et sedebat subter illud in umbra, donec videret quid accideret civitati.

Then Jonah went out of the city, and sat toward the east side of the city: and he made himself a booth there, and he sat under it in the shadow, till he might see what would befall the city.

Et egredior es Ionase de civitate, et sede contra ori de civitate: et fac sibima umbraculo ibi, et sede subter illo in umbra, usque que vide quid accide ad civitate.

Et præparavit Dominus Deus hederam, et ascendit super caput Jonæ, ut esset umbra super caput ejus, et protegeret eum (laboraverat enim): et lætatus est Jonas super hedera lætitia magna.

And the Lord God prepared an ivy, and it came up over the head of Jonah, to be a shadow over his head, and to cover him (for he was fatigued): and Jonah was exceeding glad of the ivy.

Et Domino Deo praepara hedera, et ascende super capite de Ionase, ut es umbra super capite de illo, et protege illo (labora nam): et laetor es Ionase super hedera laetitia magna.

Et paravit Deus vermen ascensu diluculi in crastinum: et percussit hederam, et exaruit.

But God prepared a worm, when the morning arose on the following day: and it struck the ivy and it withered.

Et Deo para vermen ascensu de diluculo in crastino: et percute hedera, et exaresce.

Et cum ortus fuisset sol, præcepit Dominus vento calido et urenti: et percussit sol super caput Jonæ, et æstuabat: et petivit animæ suæ ut moreretur, et dixit: Melius est mihi mori quam vivere.

And when the sun was risen, the Lord commanded a hot and burning wind: and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, and he broiled with the heat: and he desired for his soul that he might die, and said: It is better for me to die than to live.

Et cum orto es sole, Domino praecipie vento calido et ure: et sole percute super capite de Ionase, et aestua: et pete ad anima suo ut more, et dic: melius es ad me more quam vive.

Et dixit Dominus ad Jonam: Putasne bene irasceris tu super hedera? Et dixit: Bene irascor ego usque ad mortem.

And the Lord said to Jonah: Dost thou think thou hast reason to be angry, for the ivy? And he said: I am angry with reason even unto death.

Et Domino dic ad Ionase: putasne bene te irasce super hedera? Et dic: bene me irascor usque ad morte.

Et dixit Dominus: Tu doles super hederam in qua non laborasti, neque fecisti ut cresceret; quæ sub una nocte nata est, et sub una nocte periit:

And the Lord said: Thou art grieved for the ivy, for which thou hast not laboured, nor made it to grow, which in one night came up, and in one night perished.

Et Domino dic: te dole super hedera in quo non labora, neque fac ut cresce; que sub uno nocte nasce es, et sub uno nocte peri:

et ego non parcam Ninive, civitati magnæ, in qua sunt plus quam centum viginti millia hominum qui nesciunt quid sit inter dexteram et sinistram suam, et jumenta multa?

And shall I not spare Ninive, that great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons, that know how to distinguish between their right hand and their left, and many beasts?

Et me non parce Ninivo, ad civitate magna, in quo es plus quam cento viginti mile de homines qui ne sci quid es inter dextera et sinistra suo, et iumentos multo?