Zaharija 11
1 Otvori vrata, Libanone, nek' ti oganj sažeže cedrove!
Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2 Kukaj, čempresu, jer pade cedar, jer su mogućnici upropašteni! Kukajte, hrastovi bašanski, jer posječena je šuma najgušća.
Howl, cypress, for the cedar is fallen; because the noble ones are spoiled. Howl, ye oaks of Bashan; for the strong forest is come down.
3 Čuj jauk pastira, opustošen je sjaj njihov! Čuj riku lavića, opustošen je ponos jordanski!
A voice of howling of the shepherds; for their glory is spoiled: a voice of roaring of young lions; for the pride of Jordan is spoiled.
4 Ovako mi reče Jahve:
Thus saith Jehovah my God: Feed the flock of slaughter,
5 “Pasi ovce klanice! Kupci ih njihovi kolju nekažnjeno, a koji ih prodaju, govore: 'Blagoslovljen bio Jahve, obogatio sam se!' i pastiri ih njihovi ne štede.
whose possessors slay them without being held guilty; and they that sell them say, Blessed be Jehovah! for I am become rich; and their own shepherds pity them not.
6 Ni ja više neću štedjeti žitelja zemlje - riječ je Jahve nad Vojskama - nego: predajem, evo, svakoga u ruke njegova bližnjega i u ruke kralja njegova; i oni će pustošiti zemlju, a ja neću izbavljati iz ruku njihovih.”
For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith Jehovah, and behold, I will deliver men, every one into his neighbour's hand, and into the hand of his king; and they shall smite the land, and I will not deliver out of their hand.
7 Stadoh pasti ovce klanice za trgovce ovcama te uzeh dva štapa: jedan nazvah Naklonost, drugi Sveza. Tako sam pasao stado.
So I fed the flock of slaughter, truly the poor of the flock. And I took unto me two staves; the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands; and I fed the flock.
8 I u jednom mjesecu odbacih tri pastira. Ali mi i ovce dojadiše, omrznuh im.
And I destroyed three shepherds in one month; and my soul was vexed with them, and their soul also loathed me.
9 Tad rekoh: “Neću vas više pasti! Koja mora uginuti, nek' ugine! Koja mora nestati, nek' nestane! A koje ostanu, neka jedna drugoj meso prožderu!”
And I said, I will not feed you: that which dieth, let it die; and that which perisheth let it perish; and let them which are left eat every one the flesh of another.
10 Tad uzeh svoj štap Naklonost i slomih ga da raskinem Savez svoj što ga bijah sklopio sa svim narodima.
And I took my staff, Beauty, and cut it asunder, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the peoples.
11 I on se raskinu onog dana, i trgovci ovcama koji su to gledali doznaše da je to bila riječ Jahvina.
And it was broken in that day; and so the poor of the flock that gave heed to me knew that it was the word of Jehovah.
12 Rekoh im tad: “Ako vam je to dobro, dajte mi plaću; ako nije, nemojte.” Oni mi odmjeriše plaću: trideset srebrnika.
And I said unto them, If ye think good, give [me] my hire; and if not, forbear. And they weighed for my hire thirty silver-pieces.
13 A Jahve mi reče: “Baci u riznicu tu lijepu cijenu kojom su me procijenili!” Ja uzeh trideset srebrnika i bacih u riznicu u Domu Jahvinu.
And Jehovah said unto me, Cast it unto the potter: a goodly price that I was prized at by them. And I took the thirty silver-pieces, and cast them to the potter in the house of Jehovah.
14 Onda slomih i svoj drugi štap, Svezu - da raskinem bratstvo između Jude i Izraela.
And I cut asunder mine other staff, Bands, to break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
15 I reče mi Jahve: “Uzmi još opremu bezumna pastira,
And Jehovah said unto me, Take unto thee yet the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
16 jer, evo, podići ću jednoga bezumnog pastira u ovoj zemlji: za izgubljene on se neće brinuti, zalutale neće tražiti, ranjene neće vidati, iscrpljene neće nositi, nego će jesti meso od pretilih i papke im otkidati.
For behold, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who shall not visit those that are about to perish, neither shall seek that which is strayed away, nor heal that which is wounded, nor feed that which is sound; but he will eat the flesh of the fat, and tear their hoofs in pieces.
17 Teško pastiru opakom koji stado ostavlja! Neka mu mač stigne ruku i desno oko! Nek' mu desnica sasvim usahne, oko desno sasvim potamni!”
Woe to the worthless shepherd that leaveth the flock! The sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye; his arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye utterly darkened.
