Jonas 4

1Mas Jonas se desgostou muito, e se encheu de ira. 2E orou ao SENHOR, e disse: Ah, SENHOR, não foi isto o que eu dizia enquanto ainda estava em minha terra? Por isso me preveni fugindo a Társis; porque sabia eu que tu és Deus gracioso e misericordioso, que demoras a te irar, tens grande misericórdia, e te arrependes do mal. 3Agora pois, ó SENHOR, peço-te que me mates, porque é melhor para mim morrer do que viver. 4E o SENHOR lhe disse: É correta essa tua ira? 5E Jonas saiu da cidade, e se sentou ao oriente da cidade, e fez para si ali uma barraca, e se sentou debaixo dela à sombra, até ver o que seria da cidade. 6E o SENHOR Deus preparou uma planta, e a fez crescer sobre Jonas para que fizesse sombra sobre sua cabeça, e lhe aliviasse de seu mal-estar; e Jonas se alegrou grandemente por causa da planta. 7Mas Deus preparou uma lagarta no dia seguinte ao amanhecer, a qual feriu a planta, e ela se secou. 8E aconteceu que, ao levantar do sol, Deus preparou um quente vento oriental; e o sol feriu a Jonas na cabeça, de modo que ele se desmaiava, e desejava a morte, dizendo: Melhor é para mim morrer do que viver. 9Então Deus disse a Jonas: É correta a tua ira pela planta?E ele respondeu: É correto eu me irar até a morte. 10E o SENHOR disse: Tu tiveste pena da planta, na qual não trabalhaste, nem tu a fizeste crescer, que em uma noite nasceu, e em outra noite pereceu; 11E não teria eu pena de Nínive, aquela grande cidade onde há mais de cem e vinte mil pessoas que não sabem a diferença entre sua mão direita e a esquerda, e muitos animais?

1But it displeased Jonah exceedingly, and he was angry. 2He prayed to Yahweh, and said, “Please, Yahweh, wasn’t this what I said when I was still in my own country? Therefore I hurried to flee to Tarshish, for I knew that you are a gracious God, and merciful, slow to anger, and abundant in loving kindness, and you relent of doing harm. 3Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.” 4Yahweh said, “Is it right for you to be angry?” 5Then Jonah went out of the city, and sat on the east side of the city, and there made himself a booth, and sat under it in the shade, until he might see what would become of the city. 6Yahweh God prepared a vine, and made it to come up over Jonah, that it might be a shade over his head, to deliver him from his discomfort. So Jonah was exceedingly glad because of the vine. 7But God prepared a worm at dawn the next day, and it chewed on the vine, so that it withered. 8When the sun arose, God prepared a sultry east wind; and the sun beat on Jonah’s head, so that he fainted, and requested for himself that he might die, and said, “It is better for me to die than to live.” 9God said to Jonah, “Is it right for you to be angry about the vine?” He said, “I am right to be angry, even to death.” 10Yahweh said, “You have been concerned for the vine, for which you have not labored, neither made it grow; which came up in a night, and perished in a night. 11Shouldn’t I be concerned for Nineveh, that great city, in which are more than one hundred twenty thousand persons who can’t discern between their right hand and their left hand; and also much livestock?”

1Dit verdroot Jona met groot verdriet, en zijn toorn ontstak. 2En hij bad tot den HEERE, en zeide: Och HEERE! was dit mijn woord niet, als ik nog in mijn land was? Daarom kwam ik het voor, vluchtende naar Tarsis; want ik wist, dat Gij een genadig en barmhartig God zijt, lankmoedig en groot van goedertierenheid, en berouw hebbende over het kwaad. 3Nu dan, HEERE! neem toch mijn ziel van mij; want het is mij beter te sterven dan te leven. 4En de HEERE zeide: Is uw toorn billijk ontstoken? 5Jona nu ging ter stad uit, en zette zich tegen het oosten der stad; en hij maakte zich aldaar een verdek, en zat daaronder in de schaduw, totdat hij zag, wat van de stad zou worden. 6En God, de HEERE, beschikte een wonderboom, en deed hem opschieten boven Jona, opdat er schaduw mocht zijn over zijn hoofd, om hem te redden van zijn verdriet. En Jona verblijdde zich over den wonderboom met grote blijdschap. 7Maar God beschikte een worm des anderen daags in het opgaan van den dageraad; die stak den wonderboom, dat hij verdorde. 8En het geschiedde, als de zon oprees, dat God een stillen oostenwind beschikte; en de zon stak op het hoofd van Jona, dat hij amechtig werd; en hij wenste zijner ziel te mogen sterven, en zeide: Het is mij beter te sterven dan te leven. 9Toen zeide God tot Jona: Is uw toorn billijk ontstoken over den wonderboom? En hij zeide: Billijk is mijn toorn ontstoken ter dood toe. 10En de HEERE zeide: Gij verschoont den wonderboom, aan welken gij niet hebt gearbeid, noch dien groot gemaakt; die in een nacht werd, en in een nacht verging; 11En Ik zou die grote stad Nineve niet verschonen? waarin veel meer dan honderd en twintig duizend mensen zijn, die geen onderscheid weten tussen hun rechterhand, en hun linkerhand; daartoe veel vee?