Jeremiah 20
1 When Pashhur the priest, the son of Immer and the chief official in the house of the LORD, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things,
A Pashor sin Imirov sveštenik, koji bijaše starješina u domu Gospodnjem, èu Jeremiju gdje prorokuje te rijeèi.
2 he had Jeremiah the prophet beaten and put in the stocks at the Upper Gate of Benjamin, which was by the house of the LORD.
I udari Pashor proroka Jeremiju, i metnu ga u tamnicu na gornjim vratima Venijaminovijem uz dom Gospodnji.
3 The next day, when Pashhur released Jeremiah from the stocks, Jeremiah said to him, “The LORD does not call you Pashhur, but Magor-missabib.
A sjutradan kad Pashor izvede Jeremiju iz tamnice, reèe mu Jeremija: Gospod ti nadje ime ne Pashor nego Magor-Misaviv.
4 For this is what the LORD says: ‘I will make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends. They will fall by the sword of their enemies before your very eyes. And I will hand Judah over to the king of Babylon, and he will carry them away to Babylon and put them to the sword.
Jer ovako veli Gospod: evo, ja æu pustiti na te strah, na te i na sve prijatelje tvoje, koji æe pasti od maèa neprijatelja svojih, i oèi æe tvoje vidjeti, i svega æu Judu dati u ruke caru Vavilonskom, koji æe ih odvesti u Vavilon, i pobiæe ih maèem.
5 I will give away all the wealth of this city—all its products and valuables, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah—to their enemies. They will plunder them, seize them, and carry them off to Babylon.
I daæu sve bogatstvo toga grada i sav trud njegov i sve što ima dragocjeno, i sve blago careva Judinijeh daæu neprijateljima njihovijem u ruke, i razgrabiæe i uzeti i odnijeti u Vavilon.
6 And you, Pashhur, and all who live in your house, will go into captivity. You will go to Babylon, and there you will die and be buried—you and all your friends to whom you have prophesied these lies.’”
I ti, Pashore, i svi koji žive u tvom domu otiæi æete u ropstvo; i doæi æeš u Vavilon i ondje æeš umrijeti i ondje æeš biti pogreben ti i svi prijatelji tvoji, kojima si prorokovao lažno.
7 You have deceived me, O LORD, and I was deceived. You have overcome me and prevailed. I am a laughingstock all day long; everyone mocks me.
Nagovarao si me, Gospode, i dadoh se nagovoriti; bio si jaèi od mene i nadvladao si me; na potsmijeh sam svaki dan, svak mi se potsmijeva.
8 For whenever I speak, I cry out; I proclaim violence and destruction. For the word of the LORD has become to me a reproach and derision all day long.
Jer otkad govorim, vapijem, radi nasilja i pustošenja vièem, jer mi je rijeè Gospodnja na porugu i na potsmijeh svaki dan.
9 If I say, “I will not mention Him or speak any more in His name,” His message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones, and I become weary of holding it in, and I cannot prevail.
I rekoh: neæu ga više pominjati, niti æu više govoriti u ime njegovo; ali bi u srcu mom kao oganj razgorio, zatvoren u kostima mojim, i umorih se zadržavajuæi ga, i ne mogoh više.
10 For I have heard the whispering of many: “Terror is on every side! Report him; let us report him!” All my trusted friends watch for my fall: “Perhaps he will be deceived so that we may prevail against him and take our vengeance upon him.”
Jer èujem poruge od mnogih, strah otsvuda: prokažite da prokažemo; svi koji bijahu u miru sa mnom, vrebaju da posrnem: da ako se prevari, te æemo ga nadvladati i osvetiæemo mu se.
11 But the LORD is with me like a fearsome warrior. Therefore, my persecutors will stumble and will not prevail. Since they have not succeeded, they will be utterly put to shame, with an everlasting disgrace that will never be forgotten.
Ali je Gospod sa mnom kao strašan junak; zato oni koji me gone spotaknuæe se i neæe nadvladati; posramiæe se vrlo; jer neæe biti sreæni, sramota vjeèna neæe se zaboraviti.
12 O LORD of Hosts, who examines the righteous, who sees the heart and mind, let me see Your vengeance upon them, for to You I have committed my cause.
Zato, Gospode nad vojskama, koji kušaš pravednika, koji vidiš bubrege i srce, daj da vidim tvoju osvetu na njima, jer tebi kazah parbu svoju.
13 Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD! For He rescues the life of the needy from the hands of evildoers.
Pjevajte Gospodu, hvalite Gospoda, jer izbavi dušu siromahu iz ruke zlikovaèke.
14 Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.
Proklet da je dan u koji se rodih! dan, u koji me rodi mati moja, da nije blagosloven!
15 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, saying, “A son is born to you,” bringing him great joy.
Proklet da je èovjek koji javi ocu mojemu i vrlo ga obradova govoreæi: rodi ti se sin.
16 May that man be like the cities that the LORD overthrew without compassion. May he hear an outcry in the morning and a battle cry at noon,
I taj èovjek da bi bio kao gradovi koje Gospod zatr i ne bi mu žao! neka sluša viku ujutru i vrisku u podne,
17 because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged.
Što me ne usmrti u utrobi materinoj da bi mi mati moja bila grob, i utroba njezina da bi ostala dovijeka trudna.
18 Why did I come out of the womb to see only trouble and sorrow, and to end my days in shame?
Zašto izidoh iz utrobe da vidim muku i žalost i da se svrše u sramoti dani moji?
