Ezekiel 19
1 Take up now a song of grief for the ruler of Israel, and say,
А ти наричи за кнезовима Израиљевим;
2 What was your mother? Like a she-lion among lions, stretched out among the young lions she gave food to her little ones.
И реци: Шта беше мати твоја? Лавица; међу лавовима лежаше, млад своју међу лавовима храњаше.
3 And one of her little ones came to growth under her care, and became a young lion, learning to go after beasts for his food; and he took men for his meat.
И отхрани једно младо своје, и поста лавић, и научив се ловити ждераше људе.
4 And the nations had news of him; he was taken in the hole they had made: and, pulling him with hooks, they took him into the land of Egypt.
И чуше народи за њ; ухвати се у јаму њихову, и одведоше га у веригама у земљу мисирску.
5 Now when she saw that her hope was made foolish and gone, she took another of her little ones and made him into a young lion.
А она кад виде где се надала, али јој нада пропаде, узе једно младо своје, и учини од њега лавића.
6 And he went up and down among the lions and became a young lion, learning to go after beasts for his food; and he took men for his meat.
И он идући међу лавовима поста лавић, и научи се ловити и ждераше људе.
7 And he sent destruction on their widows and made waste their towns; and the land and everything in it became waste because of the loud sound of his voice.
И позна дворе њихове, и пустошаше градове њихове тако да опусте земља и шта је у њој од рике његове.
8 Then the nations came against him from the kingdoms round about: their net was stretched over him and he was taken in the hole they had made.
И усташе на њ народи из околних земаља, и разапеше му мрежу своју, и ухвати се у јаму њихову.
9 They made him a prisoner with hooks, and took him to the king of Babylon; they put him in the strong place so that his voice might be sounding no longer on the mountains of Israel.
И метнуше га у крлетку у веригама, и одведоше га цару вавилонском, и метнуше га у град да му се више не чује глас по горама Израиљевим.
10 Your mother was in comparison like a vine, planted by the waters: she was fertile and full of branches because of the great waters.
Док беше миран, мати твоја беше као винова лоза, посађена крај воде, родна и граната беше од многе воде.
11 And she had a strong rod for a rod of authority for the rulers, and it became tall among the clouds and it was seen lifted up among the number of its branches.
И беху на њој јаки прутови за палицу владалачку, и растом својим узвиси се изнад густих грана, и би наочита висином својом, мноштвом грана својих.
12 But she was uprooted in burning wrath, and made low on the earth; the east wind came, drying her up, and her branches were broken off; her strong rod became dry, the fire made a meal of it.
Али би ишчупана у гневу и на земљу бачена, и устока осуши род њен; поломише се и посушише се јаки прутови њени; огањ их прождре.
13 And now she is planted in the waste land, in a dry and unwatered country.
А сада је посађена у пустињи, у земљи сувој и безводној.
14 And fire has gone out from her rod, causing the destruction of her branches, so that there is no strong rod in her to be the ruler's rod of authority. This is a song of grief, and it was for a song of grief.
И изађе огањ из прута грана њених и прождре род њен да нема на њој прута јаког за палицу владалачку. То је нарицање, и биће нарицање.
