Ezekiel 19
1 Og du, opløft et Klagemaal over Israels Fyrster,
Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
2 og sig: Hvad er din Moder? en Løvinde; iblandt Løvinder laa hun; iblandt unge Løver opdrog hun sine Unger.
And say, What is thy mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among 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 brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.
4 Der Hedningerne hørte om ham, blev han fangen i deres Grav, og de førte ham i Lænker til Ægyptens Land.
The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with 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.
Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then she took another of her whelps, and made him a young lion.
6 Og den vandrede midt iblandt Løver, den blev en ung Løve, og den lærte at røve Rov, den aad Mennesker.
And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, and devoured men.
7 Og denne skændede deres Enker og ødelagde deres Stæder; og Landet, og hvad der var i det, forfærdedes for hans Brølens Røst.
And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and all it containeth, by the noise 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.
Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit.
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 in custody in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into strong holds, that his voice should no more 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.
Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason 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 she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bore rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with 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 plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were broken and withered; the fire consumed them.
13 Men nu er det plantet i Ørken, udi et tørt og tørstigt Land.
And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.
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 fire hath gone out of a rod of her branches, which hath devoured her fruit, so that she hath no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.
