Ezekiel 19
1 Og du, opløft et Klagemaal over Israels Fyrster,
“And as for you, take up a lament over the leaders of Israel,
2 og sig: Hvad er din Moder? en Løvinde; iblandt Løvinder laa hun; iblandt unge Løver opdrog hun sine Unger.
and you shall say: Why did your mother, the lioness, recline among the male lions, and raise her little ones in the midst of young lions?
3 Og hun opdrog een af sine Unger, den blev en ung Løve, og den lærte at røve Rov, den aad Mennesker.
And she led away one of her little ones, and he became a lion. And he learned to seize prey and to consume men.
4 Der Hedningerne hørte om ham, blev han fangen i deres Grav, og de førte ham i Lænker til Ægyptens Land.
And the Gentiles heard about him, and they seized him, but not without receiving wounds. And they led him away in chains to the land of Egypt.
5 Og da hun saa, at det trak ud og blev til intet med hendes Haab, tog hun en anden af sine Unger og gjorde en ung Løve af den.
Then, when she had seen that she was weakened, and that her hope had perished, she took one of her little ones, and appointed him as a lion.
6 Og den vandrede midt iblandt Løver, den blev en ung Løve, og den lærte at røve Rov, den aad Mennesker.
And he advanced among the lions, and he became a lion. And he learned to seize prey and to devour men.
7 Og denne skændede deres Enker og ødelagde deres Stæder; og Landet, og hvad der var i det, forfærdedes for hans Brølens Røst.
He learned to make widows, and to lead their citizens into the desert. And the land, with its plenitude, was made desolate by the voice of his roaring.
8 Og Hedningerne trindt omkring fra Landskaberne opstillede imod ham og udbredte over ham deres Garn, han blev fangen i deres Grav.
And the Gentiles came together against him, on every side, from the provinces, and they spread their net over him; by their wounds, he was captured.
9 Og de satte ham i et Bur, i Lænker, og førte ham til Kongen af Babel: De førte ham til Fæstningerne, paa det hans Røst ikke mere skulde høres paa Israels Bjerge.
And they put him into a cage; they led him in chains to the king of Babylon. And they cast him into a prison, so that his voice would no longer be heard upon the mountains of Israel.
10 Da du var stille, var din Moder som et Vintræ, plantet ved Vand, det var frugtbart og løvrigt af det meget Vand.
Your mother is like a vine, in your blood, planted by the water; her fruit and her branches have increased because of many waters.
11 Og det fik stærke Grene til Herskerspir, og det voksede højt op imellem Skyerne; og det saas i sin Højde med sine mange Grene.
And her strong branches were made into scepters for the rulers, and her stature was exalted among the branches. And she saw her own loftiness among the multitude of her branches.
12 Da blev det oprykket i Vrede, kastet til Jorden, og Østenvejr tørrede dets Frugter; dets stærke Grene bleve afbrudte og tørre, Ild fortærede dem.
But she was uprooted in wrath, and cast upon the ground. And the burning wind dried up her fruit. Her robust branches withered and were dried up. A fire consumed her.
13 Men nu er det plantet i Ørken, udi et tørt og tørstigt Land.
And now she has been transplanted into the desert, into a land impassable and dry.
14 Og der er en Ild udgangen fra dets udstrakte Grene, den fortærede dets Frugt, at der ikke er bleven en stærk Gren paa det til et Herskerspir; dette er et Klagemaal og skal være til et Klagemaal.
And a fire has gone forth from a rod of her branches, which has consumed her fruit. And there is no strong branch in her to become a scepter for the rulers. This is a lamentation, and it shall be a lamentation.”
