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: —How lay thy mother at ease, a lioness among lions! Among young lions she nourished her whelps;
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; He became a young lion, And he learned to seize the prey; he devoured men.
4 Da opbød man Folkene mod den, i Grav blev den fanget, de slæbte den bort med Kroge til Ægyptens Land.
And when the nations heard of him, he was taken in their pit, And they brought him with nose-rings to 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.
And when she saw that she waited in vain, and that her hope was lost, She took another of her whelps, and she 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 he learned to seize the prey; he devoured men.
7 Den overfaldt Vædre paa Græs, var Hjordenes Rædsel Landet og dets Fylde stivned af Angst for dens Brøl.
He knew their widows, and laid waste their cities, And the land was desolate, and all that was therein, before the voice 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 themselves 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 with nose rings into a cage, And carried him to the king of Babylon. And they carried him to a stronghold, That his voice might be heard no more 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 was like a vine planted like thyself 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.
She had strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And her stature was high among the thick branches, So that she was conspicuous in her height, And 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 desert, In a dry and thirsty land.
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 a fire is gone forth out of a rod of her branches, Which hath devoured her fruit, So that she hath no strong rod for a ruler's sceptre. This is a lamentation, and it shall be for a lamentation.
