Ezekiel 19
1 Du, Menneskesøn, istem en Klagesang over Israels Fyrster og sig:
Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
2 Hvor var dog din Moder en Løvinde midt iblandt Løver! Hun hviled blandt unge Løver opfostred Unger.
And say, What [is] thy mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.
3 En Unge voksede til, en Ungløve blev den; den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker aad den.
And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.
4 Da opbød man Folkene mod den, i Grav blev den fanget, de slæbte den bort med Kroge til Ægyptens Land.
The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with chains unto the land of Egypt.
5 Da hun saa, at den var ført bort, at Haabet var bristet, tog hun en anden Unge og gjorde til Løve.
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 Den gik imellem Løvinder, en Ungløve blev den, den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker aad den.
And he went up and down among the lions, he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey, [and] devoured men.
7 Den overfaldt Vædre paa Græs, var Hjordenes Rædsel Landet og dets Fylde stivned af Angst for dens Brøl.
And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, by the noise of his roaring.
8 Og Folkene lagde Snarer rundt omkring den, over den bredte de Nettet, i Grav blev den fanget.
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 De trak den med Kroge i Bur og førte den til Babels Konge, hen til Borgen, at dens Røst ej mer skulde høres paa Israels Bjerge.
And they put him in ward in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.
10 Din Moder var en Vinstok i Vingaarden, plantet ved Vand, frugtbar og rig paa Grene ved rigelig Væde.
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 En af dens Grene blev til et Herskerspir dens knejsende Vækst skød op imellem Løvet, let at se i sin Højde, med mange Ranker.
And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches.
12 Men, i Vrede blev Vinstokken oprykt, slænget til Jorden, Østenstorm tørred dens Frugt, den reves af, dens stolte Gren blev vissen, Ild aad den op.
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 Nu er den plantet i Ørkenen, et tørt og tørstigt Land.
And now she [is] planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.
14 Ild for ud af dens Gren, fortæred dens Ranker og Frugt: en stolt Gren findes ej paa den til Herskerspir. Dette er en Klagesang, og en Klagesang blev det.
And fire is 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.
