Izaija 40
1 “Tješite, tješite moj narod, govori Bog vaš.
Comfort ye—comfort ye my people, —Saith your God.
2 Govorite srcu Jeruzalema, vičite mu da mu se ropstvo okonča, da mu je krivnja okajana, jer iz Jahvine ruke primi dvostruko za sve grijehe svoje.”
Speak ye unto the heart of Jerusalem, And cry unto her, —That accomplished is her warfare, That accepted is her punishment, —That she hath received, at the hand of Yahweh, According to the full measure of all her sins.
3 Glas viče: “Pripravite Jahvi put kroz pustinju. Poravnajte u stepi stazu Bogu našemu.
A voice of one crying!—In the desert, prepare ye the way of Yahweh, —Make smooth in the waste plain a highway for our God:
4 Nek' se povisi svaka dolina, nek' se spusti svaka gora i brežuljak. Što je neravno, nek' se poravna, strmine nek' postanu ravni.
Let, every valley, be exalted, And every mountain and hill, be made low, —And, the steep ground become, level, And, the chain of hills—a plain:
5 Otkrit će se tada Slava Jahvina i svako će je tijelo vidjeti, jer Jahvina su usta govorila.”
Then shall be revealed the glory of Yahweh, —And all flesh shall see it together, For, the mouth of Yahweh, hath spoken!
6 Glas nalaže: “Viči!” Odgovorih: “Što da vičem?” - “Svako je tijelo k'o trava, k'o cvijet poljski sva mu dražest.
A voice saying Cry! And one said—What should I cry? All flesh, is grass, And, all the grace thereof, like the flower of the field:
7 Sahne trava, vene cvijet, kad dah Jahvin preko njih prođe. Doista, narod je trava.
The grass hath withered The flower hath faded, Because, the breath of Yahweh, hath blown upon it! Surely the people is grass!
8 Sahne trava, vene cvijet, ali riječ Boga našeg ostaje dovijeka.”
The grass, hath withered, The flower, hath faded, —But the word of our God, shall stand unto times age-abiding!
9 Na visoku se uspni goru, glasniče radosne vijesti, Sione! Podigni snažno svoj glas, glasniče radosne vijesti, Jeruzaleme! Podigni ga, ne boj se, reci judejskim gradovima: “Evo Boga vašega!”
To a high mountain, get ye up, O herald—band of Zion, Lift high with strength your voice, O herald—band of Jerusalem, —Lift it high, do not fear, Say to the cities of Judah—Lo! your God!
10 Gle, Gospod Jahve dolazi u moći, mišicom svojom vlada! Evo s njim naplata njegova, a ispred njega njegova nagrada.
Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, as a mighty one, doth come, And, his own arm, is about to rule for him, —Lo! his reward, is with him, And, his recompense, before him;
11 Kao pastir pase stado svoje, u ruke uzima jaganjce, nosi ih u svome naručju i brižljivo njeguje dojilice.
Like a shepherd, his flock, will he tend, In his own arm, will he take up the lambs, And in his own bosom, will he carry [them], —Them which are with young, will he lead to a place of rest.
12 Tko je šakom izmjerio more i nebesa premjerio pedljem? Tko je mjericom izmjerio zemlju i planine na mjerila, a tezuljom bregove?
Who hath measured, with the hollow of his hand, the waters. Or the heavens with a span, hath meted out, Or hath comprehended, in a measure, the dust of the earth, Or weighed, in scales, the mountains, Or the hills, in a balance?
13 Tko je pokrenuo duh Jahvin, koji ga je uputio savjetnik?
Who hath proved the spirit of Yahweh? Or being his counsellor hath been giving him knowledge?
14 S kim se on posvjetova, tko je njemu mudrost ulio, naučio ga putovima pravde? Tko li ga je naučio znanju, pokazao mu put k umnosti?
With whom hath he taken counsel—And he hath given him intelligence, And instructed him in the path of justice, —And taught him knowledge, And in the way of intelligence, hath been giving him understanding?
15 Gle, narodi su kao kap iz vjedra, vrijede kao prah na tezulji. Otoci, gle, lebde poput truna!
Lo! nations, Are us a drop on a bucket, And as fine dust on a balance, are accounted, —Lo! islands, like an atom, can he hoist;
16 Libanon je malen za lomaču, a zvijeri njegovih nema dosta za paljenicu.
And, Lebanon, is not sufficient to burn, —Nor, the beasts thereof sufficient for an ascending-sacrifice!
17 Svi narodi k'o ništa su pred njim, ništavilo su njemu i praznina.
All nations, are as nothing before him, —A thing of nought or a waste, are they accounted unto him?
18 S kime ćete prispodobit' Boga? I s kakvim ga likom usporedit'?
Unto whom then can ye liken GOD? Or, what likeness, can ye compare unto him?
19 Ljevač lijeva idol, zlatar ga pozlaćuje i lijeva od srebra lančiće.
The image, hath been cast by an artificer, And a goldsmith, with gold, overlayeth it, —And, chains of silver, he worketh.
20 Siromah za prinos bira drvo koje ne trune; i vješta traži umjetnika. da mu načini kip nepomičan.
The needy offerer, of a tree that will not rot, maketh choice, —A skilled artificer, seeketh he out for himself to construct an image that shall not totter,
21 Zar ne znate? Zar niste čuli? Nije li vam odiskona otkriveno? Zar niste shvatili tko zasnova zemlju?
Have ye never taken note? Have ye never heard? Hath it not from the beginning, been told you? Have ye not been led to discern, from the foundations of the earth?
22 On stoluje vrh kruga zemaljskoga kom su stanovnici poput skakavaca. Kao zastor nebesa je razastro, kao šator za stan razapeo.
It is he who sitteth upon the circle of the earth, While the inhabitants thereof are, as grass-hoppers, —Who stretcheth forth, as a curtain, the heavens, And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;
23 On obraća u ništa knezove, uništava suce zemaljske.
Who delivereth dignitaries to nothingness, —Judges of earth, like a desolation, hath he made:
24 Tek što su zasađeni, tek što su posijani, tek što im stabljika u zemlju korijen pruži, on puhne na njih i oni posahnu, vihor ih k'o pljevu raznese.
Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they had been chaff, carrieth them away.
25 “S kime ćete mene prispodobit', tko mi je ravan?” - kaže Svetac.
Unto whom then, can ye liken me, or can I be equal? Saith the Holy One.
26 Podignite oči i gledajte: tko je to stvorio? Onaj koji na broj izvodi vojsku njihovu i koji ih sve zove po imenu.
Lift on high your eyes—and see who hath created these, That bringeth forth, by number, their host, —To all of them by name, doth call, Because of the abundance of vigour and alertness of strength, not one, is missing!
27 Zašto kažeš, Jakove, i ti, Izraele, govoriš: “Moj put sakriven je Jahvi, Bogu mom izmiče moja pravica?”
Wherefore, shouldest thou say, O Jacob, or speak, O Israel, —Hidden is my path from Yahweh, And from my God, my vindication, will pass?
28 Zar ne znaš? Zar nisi čuo? Jahve je Bog vječni, krajeva zemaljskih stvoritelj. On se ne umara, ne sustaje, i um je njegov neizmjerljiv.
Hast thou not known, Hast thou not heard, That The God of age-past time—Yahweh The Creator of the ends of the earth Fainteth not neither groweth weary—There is no searching of his understanding:
29 Umornome snagu vraća, jača nemoćnoga.
Giving to him that fainteth, strength, And to him that hath no vigour, he causeth, power to abound?
30 Mladići se more i malakšu, iznemogli, momci posrću.
Youths both faint and grow weary, And, young warriors—they fall, they fall;
31 Al' onima što se u Jahvu uzdaju snaga se obnavlja, krila im rastu kao orlovima, trče i ne sustaju, hode i ne more se.
But, they who wait for Yahweh, shall renew their strength, They shall mount on strong pinion like eagles, —They shall run and not grow weary, They shall walk and not faint.
