Zaharija 11
1 Otvori vrata, Libanone, nek' ti oganj sažeže cedrove!
Open your doors, Lebanon, that the fire may devour your cedars.
2 Kukaj, čempresu, jer pade cedar, jer su mogućnici upropašteni! Kukajte, hrastovi bašanski, jer posječena je šuma najgušća.
Wail, cypress tree, for the cedar has fallen, because the stately ones are destroyed. Wail, you oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest has come down.
3 Čuj jauk pastira, opustošen je sjaj njihov! Čuj riku lavića, opustošen je ponos jordanski!
A voice of the wailing of the shepherds! For their glory is destroyed—a voice of the roaring of young lions! For the pride of the Jordan is ruined.
4 Ovako mi reče Jahve:
Yahweh my God says: “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.
Their buyers slaughter them and go unpunished. Those who sell them say, ‘Blessed be Yahweh, for I am rich;’ and their own shepherds don’t pity them.
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,” says Yahweh; “but, behold, I will deliver every one of the men into his neighbor’s hand and into the hand of his king. They will strike the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them.”
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 to be slaughtered, especially the oppressed of the flock. I took for myself two staffs. The one I called “Favor” and the other I called “Union”, and I fed the flock.
8 I u jednom mjesecu odbacih tri pastira. Ali mi i ovce dojadiše, omrznuh im.
I cut off the three shepherds in one month; for my soul was weary of 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!”
Then I said, “I will not feed you. That which dies, let it die; and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let those who are left eat each other’s flesh.”
10 Tad uzeh svoj štap Naklonost i slomih ga da raskinem Savez svoj što ga bijah sklopio sa svim narodima.
I took my staff Favor and cut it apart, that I might break my covenant that 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.
It was broken in that day; and thus the poor of the flock that listened to me knew that it was Yahweh’s word.
12 Rekoh im tad: “Ako vam je to dobro, dajte mi plaću; ako nije, nemojte.” Oni mi odmjeriše plaću: trideset srebrnika.
I said to them, “If you think it best, give me my wages; and if not, keep them.” So they weighed for my wages thirty pieces of silver.
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.
Yahweh said to me, “Throw it to the potter—the handsome price that I was valued at by them!” I took the thirty pieces of silver and threw them to the potter in Yahweh’s house.
14 Onda slomih i svoj drugi štap, Svezu - da raskinem bratstvo između Jude i Izraela.
Then I cut apart my other staff, Union, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
15 I reče mi Jahve: “Uzmi još opremu bezumna pastira,
Yahweh said to me, “Take for yourself yet again the equipment 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 will not visit those who are cut off, neither will seek those who are scattered, nor heal that which is broken, nor feed that which is sound; but he will eat the meat of the fat sheep, and will 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 who leaves the flock! The sword will strike his arm and his right eye. His arm will be completely withered, and his right eye will be totally blinded!”
