< Ezekiel 19 >

1 Du menneskesøn istem en klagesang over Israels fyrster og sig:
“Moreover, take 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 was your mother? A lioness. She couched among lions, in the middle of the young lions she nourished her cubs.
3 En Unge voksede til, en Ungløve blev den; den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker åd den.
She brought up one of her cubs. He became a young lion. He learned to catch 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.
The nations also heard of him. He was taken in their pit; and they brought him with hooks to the land of Egypt.
5 Da hun så, at den var ført bort, at Håbet 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 cubs, and made him a young lion.
6 Den gik imellem Løvinder, en Ungløve blev den, den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker åd den.
He went up and down among the lions. He became a young lion. He learned to catch the prey. He devoured men.
7 Den overfaldt Vædre på Græs, var Hjordenes Rædsel Landet og dets Fylde stivned af Angst for dens Brøl.
He knew their palaces, and laid waste their cities. The land was desolate with its fullness, because of 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 attacked him on every side from the provinces. They 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 på Israels Bjerge.
They put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Babylon. They brought him into strongholds, so that his voice should no more be heard on the mountains of Israel.
10 Din Moder var en Vinstok i Vingården, plantet ved Vand, frugtbar og rig på Grene ved rigelig Væde.
“‘Your mother was like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters. It 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.
It had strong branches for the scepters of those who ruled. Their stature was exalted among the thick boughs. They were seen in their height with the multitude of their branches.
12 Men, i Vrede blev Vinstokken oprykt, slænget til Jorden, Østenstorm tørred dens Frugt, den reves af, dens stolte Gren blev vissen, Ild åd den op.
But it was plucked up in fury. It was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit. Its strong branches were broken off and withered. The fire consumed them.
13 Nu er den plantet i Ørkenen, et tørt og tørstigt Land.
Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.
14 Ild for ud af dens Gren, fortæred dens Ranker og Frugt: en stolt Gren findes ej på den til Herskerspir. Dette er en Klagesang, og en Klagesang blev det.
Fire has gone out of its branches. It has devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong branch to be a scepter to rule.’ This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.”

< Ezekiel 19 >