Isaiah 16
1 Send the tribute lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela in the desert to the mount of Daughter Zion.
Šaljite jaganjce gospodaru zemaljskom, od Sele do pustinje, ka gori kæeri Sionske.
2 Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon:
Jer æe biti kæeri Moavske na brodovima Arnonskim kao ptica koja luta, otjerana s gnijezda.
3 “Give us counsel; render a decision. Shelter us at noonday with shade as dark as night. Hide the refugees; do not betray the one who flees.
Uèini vijeæe, narode, naèini sjen u podne kao noæ, zakloni izagnane, nemoj izdati bjegunaca.
4 Let my fugitives stay with you; be a refuge for Moab from the destroyer.” When the oppressor has gone, destruction has ceased, and the oppressors have vanished from the land,
Neka kod tebe borave izgnani moji, Moave; budi im zaklon od pustošnika; jer æe nestati nasilnika, prestaæe pustošenje, istrijebiæe se sa zemlje koji gaze druge.
5 in loving devotion a throne will be established in the tent of David. A judge seeking justice and hastening righteousness will sit on it in faithfulness.
I utvrdiæe se prijesto milošæu, i na njemu æe sjedjeti jednako u šatoru Davidovu koji æe suditi i tražiti što je pravo i biti brz da èini pravdu.
6 We have heard of Moab’s pomposity, his exceeding pride and conceit, his overflowing arrogance. But his boasting is empty.
Èusmo za oholost Moava vrlo ponositoga, za ponos njegov i oholost i obijest njegovu; laži njegove neæe biti tvrde.
7 Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.
Zato æe ridati Moavac nad Moavcem, svi æe ridati; nad temeljima Kir-Aresetskim uzdisaæete, jer su razvaljeni.
8 For the fields of Heshbon have withered, along with the grapevines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have trampled its choicest vines, which had reached as far as Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots had spread out and passed over the sea.
I polja Esevonska posušiše se i èokot Sivamski; gospoda narodna potrše krasne loze njegove, koje dosezahu do Jazira i vijahu se po pustinji; odvode njegove pružahu se i prelažahu preko mora.
9 So I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.
Zato æu plakati plaèem Jazirskim za èokotom Sivamskim; zaljevaæu te suzama svojim, Esevone i Elealo, jer pjesma o ljetini tvojoj i o žetvi tvojoj pade.
10 Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one tramples the grapes in the winepresses; I have put an end to the cheering.
I nesta radosti i veselja s polja rodnoga, u vinogradima se ne pjeva ni podvikuje, vina u kacama ne gazi gazilac; uèinih kraj pjesmama.
11 Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
Zato utroba moja jeèi kao gusle za Moavom, i srce moje za Kir-Eresom.
12 When Moab appears on the high place, when he wearies himself and enters his sanctuary to pray, it will do him no good.
I kad se vidi da se umorio Moav na visini svojoj, uæi æe u svetinju svoju da se pomoli; ali ništa neæe svršiti.
13 This is the message that the LORD spoke earlier concerning Moab.
Ovo je rijeè što reèe Gospod za Moava davno.
14 And now the LORD says, “In three years, as a hired worker counts the years, Moab’s splendor will become an object of contempt, with all her many people. And those who are left will be few and feeble.”
A sada veli Gospod govoreæi: do tri godine, kao što su godine najamnièke, ološaæe slava Moavova sa svijem mnoštvom njegovijem, i što ostane biæe vrlo malo i nejako.
