Jonah 4
1 Jonah, however, was greatly displeased, and he became angry.
A Joni bi vrlo nedrago, i rasrdi se.
2 So he prayed to the LORD, saying, “O LORD, is this not what I said while I was still in my own country? This is why I was so quick to flee toward Tarshish. I knew that You are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger, abounding in loving devotion—One who relents from sending disaster.
I pomoli se Gospodu i reèe: Gospode! ne rekoh li to kad još bijah u svojoj zemlji? zato šæah prije pobjeæi u Tarsis; jer znah da si ti Bog milostiv i žalostiv, spor na gnjev i obilan milosrðem, i kaješ se oda zla.
3 And now, O LORD, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.”
Sada Gospode, uzmi dušu moju od mene, jer mi je bolje umrijeti nego živjeti.
4 But the LORD replied, “Have you any right to be angry?”
A Gospod reèe: je li dobro što se srdiš?
5 Then Jonah left the city and sat down east of it, where he made himself a shelter and sat in its shade to see what would happen to the city.
I Jona izide iz grada, i sjede s istoka gradu, i naèini ondje kolibu, i sjeðaše pod njom u hladu da vidi što æe biti od grada.
6 So the LORD God appointed a vine, and it grew up to provide shade over Jonah’s head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was greatly pleased with the plant.
A Gospod Bog zapovjedi, te uzraste tikva nad Jonom da mu bude sjen nad glavom da mu pomože u muci njegovoj; i Jona se obradova tikvi veoma.
7 When dawn came the next day, God appointed a worm that attacked the plant so that it withered.
Potom zapovjedi Bog, te doðe crv u zoru sjutradan, i podgrize tikvu, te usahnu.
8 As the sun was rising, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint and wished to die, saying, “It is better for me to die than to live.”
I kad ogranu sunce, posla Bog suh istoèni vjetar; i sunce stade žeæi Jonu po glavi tako da obamiraše i poželje da umre govoreæi: bolje mi je umrijeti nego živjeti.
9 Then God asked Jonah, “Have you any right to be angry about the plant?” “I do,” he replied. “I am angry enough to die!”
A Bog reèe Joni: je li dobro što se srdiš tikve radi? A on reèe: dobro je što se srdim do smrti.
10 But the LORD said, “You cared about the plant, which you neither tended nor made grow. It sprang up in a night and perished in a night.
A Gospod mu reèe: tebi je žao tikve, oko koje se nijesi trudio, i koje nijesi odgajio, nego jednu noæ uzraste a drugu noæ propade.
11 So should I not care about the great city of Nineveh, which has more than 120,000 people who cannot tell their right hand from their left, and many cattle as well?”
A meni da ne bude žao Ninevije, velikoga grada, u kom ima više od sto i dvadeset tisuæa ljudi koji još ne znaju šta je desno šta li lijevo, i mnogo stoke?
