Ezekiel 19
1 A ti, sine čovječji, protuži tužaljkom za knezovima izraelskim.
Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
2 Reci: Što bijaše tvoja mati? Lavica među lavovima, ležala je među lavićima, hraneći mladunčad svoju.
And say: Why did thy mother the lioness lie down among the lions, and bring up her whelps in the midst of young lions?
3 I othrani jedno mlado, koje lavom posta. Naučiv se plijen derati, stade ljude proždirati!
And she brought out one of her whelps, and he became a lion: and he learned to catch the prey, and to devour men.
4 Narodi se protiv njega udružiše, lav upade u jamu njihovu, na lancu ga odvedoše u zemlju egipatsku.
And the nations heard of him, and took him, but not without receiving wounds: and they brought him in chains into the land of Egypt.
5 A kad mati vidje da uzalud čeka i da joj nada propade, uze drugo mlado i od njega lava učini.
But she seeing herself weakened, and that her hope was lost, took one of her young lions, and set him up for a lion.
6 Živeć' tako među lavovima, i on lavom posta. Naučiv se plijen derati, stade ljude proždirati,
And he went up and down among the lions, and became a lion: and he learned to catch the prey, and to devour men.
7 utvrde im rušiti, pustošiti gradove. Uzdrhta zemlja i sve na njoj od silne rike njegove.
He learned to make widows, and to lay waste their cities: and the land became desolate, and the fulness thereof by the noise of his roaring.
8 Ali se ljudi iz okolnih mjesta protiv njega podigoše i zamke mu postaviše; i lav se uhvati u jamu njihovu.
And the nations Game together against him on every side out of the provinces, and they spread their net over him, in their wounds he was taken.
9 Okovana u kavez ga zatvoriše, odvedoše kralju babilonskom, ondje ga u kulu zatočiše, da mu se više ne čuje rika po gorama izraelskim.
And they put him into a cage, they brought him in chains to the king of Babylon: and they cast him into prison, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.
10 Mati tvoja bješe kao loza pokraj vode zasađena, rodna i granata od obilja vode!
Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood planted by the water: her fruit and her branches have grown out of many waters.
11 Imala je jaku granu za palicu vladalačku: uzdiže se nad krošnju, naočita visinom, mnoštvom grančica.
And she hath strong rods to make sceptres for them that bear rule, and her stature was exalted among the branches: and she saw her height in the multitude of her branches.
12 Al' u gnjevu bješe iščupana i na zemlju bačena. Istočnjak joj rod sasuši: polomi se i uvenu jaka grana njezina i vatra je svu proguta.
But she was plucked up in wrath, and cast on the ground, and the burning wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods are withered, and dried up: the fire hath devoured her.
13 U pustinju bje presađena, u zemlju suhu, bezvodnu.
And now she is transplanted into the desert, in a land not passable, and dry.
14 Al' liznu oganj iz pruta njezina i spali joj grane i plodove! I nema više na njoj grane jake za palicu vladalačku.” To je, evo tužaljka, i ostat će tužaljka.
And a fire is gone out from a rod of her branches, which hath devoured her fruit: so that she now hath no strong rod, to be a sceptre of rulers. This is a lamentation, and it shall be for a lamentation.
