@oristarA,
In Catholic teachings, are people the lambs shepherded by Jesus Christ?
No! In Catholic teachings, the people are the lambs shepherded by the Pope who claims to be Jesus Christ in the flesh?
Zechariah 11: 11-17; So the covenant was cancelled on that day. Those who bought and sold the sheep were watching me, and they knew that the LORD was speaking through what I did. I said to them, “If you are willing, give me my wages. But if not, keep them.” So they paid me thirty pieces of silver as my wages.
The LORD said to me, “Put them in the temple treasury.” (Some ancient translations Put them in the temple treasury; Hebrew: Give them to the potter.) So I took the thirty pieces of silver — the magnificent sum they thought I was worth — and put them in the temple treasury. Then I broke the second stick, the one called “Unity”, and the unity of Judah and Israel was shattered.
The 10 tribes of Israel were separated from the tribe of Judah with the pseudo tribe of Benjamin the 12th son who was entirely slaughtered by his brother tribes.
Then the LORD said to me, “Once again act the part of a shepherd, this time a worthless one. I have put a shepherd in charge of my flock, but he does not help the sheep that are threatened by destruction; nor does he look for the lost, or heal those that are hurt, or feed the healthy. Instead, he eats the meat of the fattest sheep and tears off their hoofs. That worthless shepherd is doomed! He has abandoned his flock. War will totally destroy his power. His arm will wither, and his right eye will go blind.”
Who do you think was the worthless shepherd that God raised up in the land after he had been paid the majestic wage of thirty pieces of silver, and abandoned, his stubborn flock?
Oh you shepherd of the darkness
Who claim God sent you out
And even though we know that's true
That fact I wouldn't flout
For God commanded Zechariah
Throw my wages cross the floor
Those thirty bits of silver
For I'll guide this flock no more
A useless shepherd now I'll raise
To guide that stubborn flock
And he will be a worthless one
Of him I'll take no stock
For he'll not feed my little ones
Nor search for them that's lost
But he eats the meat of the fattest sheep
And their hoofs? He tears them off
That worthless shepherd, he is doomed
For abandoning my flock
His power will I destroy by war
His arm will wither dry, then drop
And his right eye will I turn blind
That's why he's never seen
The passage where I speak of him
Zechariah 11; 12 to seventeen.