Jeremiah 4
1 If you will come back, O Israel, says the Lord, you will come back to me: and if you will put away your disgusting ways, you will not be sent away from before me.
Ako æeš se vratiti, Izrailju, veli Gospod, k meni se vrati, i ako ukloniš gadove svoje ispred mene, neæeš se skitati.
2 And you will take your oath, By the living Lord, in good faith and wisdom and righteousness; and the nations will make use of you as a blessing, and in you will they take a pride.
I kleæeš se istinito, vjerno i pravo: tako da je živ Gospod. I narodi æe se blagosiljati njim, i njim æe se hvaliti.
3 For this is what the Lord says to the men of Judah and to Jerusalem: Get your unworked land ploughed up, do not put in your seeds among thorns.
Jer ovako veli Gospod Judejcima i Jerusalimljanima: orite sebi krèevinu, i ne sijte u trnje.
4 Undergo a circumcision of the heart, you men of Judah and people of Jerusalem: or my wrath may come out like fire, burning so that no one is able to put it out, because of the evil of your doings.
Obrežite se Gospodu, i skinite okrajak sa srca svojega, Judejci i Jerusalimljani, da ne izide jarost moja kao oganj i razgori se da ne bude nikoga ko bi ugasio za zla djela vaša.
5 Say openly in Judah, give it out in Jerusalem, and say, Let the horn be sounded in the land: crying out in a loud voice, Come together, and let us go into the walled towns.
Objavite u Judeji i oglasite u Jerusalimu i recite: trubite u trubu po zemlji; vièite, sazovite narod i recite: skupite se, i uðimo u tvrde gradove.
6 Put up a flag for a sign to Zion: go in flight so that you may be safe, waiting no longer: for I will send evil from the north, and a great destruction.
Podignite zastavu prema Sionu, bježite i ne stajte, jer æu dovesti zlo od sjevera i pogibao veliku.
7 A lion has gone up from his secret place in the woods, and one who makes waste the nations is on his way; he has gone out from his place, to make your land unpeopled, so that your towns will be made waste, with no man living in them.
Izlazi lav iz èeste svoje i koji zatire narode krenuvši se ide s mjesta svojega da obrati zemlju tvoju u pustoš, gradovi tvoji da se raskopaju da ne bude nikoga u njima.
8 For this put on haircloth, with weeping and loud crying: for the burning wrath of the Lord is not turned back from us.
Zato pripašite kostrijet, plaèite i ridajte, jer se žestoki gnjev Gospodnji nije odvratio od nas.
9 And it will come about in that day, says the Lord, that the heart of the king will be dead in him, and the hearts of the rulers; and the priests will be overcome with fear, and the prophets with wonder.
I tada æe, veli Gospod, nestati srca caru i srca knezovima, i sveštenici æe se udiviti i proroci æe se zaèuditi.
10 Then said I, Ah, Lord God! your words were not true when you said to this people and to Jerusalem, You will have peace; when the sword has come even to the soul.
I rekoh: ah Gospode Gospode! baš si prevario ovaj narod i Jerusalim govoreæi: imaæete mir, a maè doðe do duše.
11 At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, A burning wind from the open hilltops in the waste land is blowing on the daughter of my people, not for separating or cleaning the grain;
U to æe se vrijeme kazati ovome narodu i Jerusalimu: vjetar vruæ s visokih mjesta u pustinji duva ka kæeri naroda mojega, ne da provije ni proèisti.
12 A full wind will come for me: and now I will give my decision against them.
Vjetar jaèi od tijeh doæi æe mi; i ja æu im sada izreæi sud.
13 See, he will come up like the clouds, and his war-carriages like the storm-wind: his horses are quicker than eagles. Sorrow is ours, for destruction has come on us.
Gle, kao oblak podiže se, i kola su mu kao vihor, konji su mu brži od orlova. Teško nama! propadosmo.
14 O Jerusalem, make your heart clean from evil, so that you may have salvation. How long are evil purposes to have a resting-place in you?
Umij srce svoje oda zla, Jerusalime, da bi se izbavio; dokle æe stajati u tebi misli tvoje ništave?
15 For a voice is sounding from Dan, giving out evil from the hills of Ephraim:
Jer glas javlja od Dana, i oglašuje zlo od gore Jefremove.
16 Make this come to the minds of the nations, make a statement openly against Jerusalem, that attackers are coming from a far country and their voices will be loud against the towns of Judah.
Kazujte narodima; evo oglašujte za Jerusalim da idu stražari iz daljne zemlje, i puštaju glas svoj na gradove Judine.
17 Like keepers of a field they are against her on every side; because she has been fighting against me, says the Lord.
Kao èuvari poljski staæe oko njega, jer se odmetnu od mene, veli Gospod.
18 Your ways and your doings have made these things come on you; this is your sin; truly it is bitter, going deep into your heart.
Put tvoj i djela tvoja to ti uèiniše; to je od zla tvojega da je gorko i da ti dopire do srca.
19 My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.
Jaoh utroba, jaoh utroba! boli me u srcu; srce mi bije; ne mogu muèati; jer glas trubni èuješ, dušo moja, viku ubojnu.
20 News is given of destruction on destruction; all the land is made waste: suddenly my tents, straight away my curtains, are made waste.
Pogibao na pogibao oglašuje se; jer se pustoši sva zemlja, najedanput æe se opustošiti moji šatori, zavjesi moji zaèas.
21 How long will I go on seeing the flag and hearing the sound of the war-horn?
Dokle æu gledati zastavu? slušati glas trubni?
22 For my people are foolish, they have no knowledge of me; they are evil-minded children, without sense, all of them: they are wise in evil-doing, but have no knowledge of doing good.
Jer je narod moj bezuman, ne poznaje me, ludi su sinovi i bez razuma, mudri su da zlo èine, a dobro èiniti ne umiju.
23 Looking at the earth, I saw that it was waste and without form; and to the heavens, that they had no light.
Pogledah na zemlju, a gle bez oblièja je i pusta; i na nebo, a svjetlosti njegove nema.
24 Looking at the mountains, I saw them shaking, and all the hills were moved about.
Pogledah na gore, a gle, tresu se i svi humovi drmaju se.
25 Looking, I saw that there was no man, and all the birds of heaven had gone in flight.
Pogledah, a gle, nema èovjeka, i sve ptice nebeske odletjele.
26 Looking, I saw that the fertile field was a waste, and all its towns were broken down before the Lord and before his burning wrath.
Pogledah, a gle, Karmil je pustinja i svi gradovi njegovi oboreni od Gospoda, od žestokoga gnjeva njegova.
27 For this is what the Lord has said: All the land will become a waste; I will make destruction complete.
Jer ovako govori Gospod: sva æe zemlja opustjeti; ali neæu sasvijem zatrti.
28 The earth will be weeping for this, and the heavens on high will be black: because I have said it, and I will not go back from it; it is my purpose, and it will not be changed.
Zato æe tužiti zemlja, i nebo æe gore potamnjeti, jer rekoh, namislih, i neæu se raskajati, niti æu udariti natrag.
29 All the land is in flight because of the noise of the horsemen and the bowmen; they have taken cover in the woodland and up on the rocks: every town has been given up, not a man is living in them.
Od vike konjika i strijelaca pobjeæi æe svi gradovi, otiæi æe u guste šume i na stijene æe se popeti; svi æe gradovi biti ostavljeni i niko neæe u njima živjeti.
30 And you, when you are made waste, what will you do? Though you are clothed in red, though you make yourself beautiful with ornaments of gold, though you make your eyes wide with paint, it is for nothing that you make yourself fair; your lovers have no more desire for you, they have designs on your life.
A ti, opustošena, šta æeš èiniti? Ako se i oblaèiš u skerlet, ako se i kitiš nakitom zlatnijem, i mažeš lice svoje, zaludu se krasiš, preziru te milosnici, traže dušu tvoju.
31 A voice has come to my ears like the voice of a woman in birth-pains, the pain of one giving birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, fighting for breath, stretching out her hands, saying, Now sorrow is mine! for my strength is gone from me before the takers of life.
Jer èujem glas kao porodiljin, cviljenje kao žene koja se prvi put poraða, glas kæeri Sionske, koja rida, pruža ruke svoje govoreæi: teško meni! jer mi nestaje duše od ubilaca.
