Zechariah 11
1 Let your doors be open, O Lebanon, so that fire may be burning among your cedars.
Отвори, Ливане, врата своја, и огањ нека прождре кедре твоје.
2 Give a cry of grief, O fir-tree, for the fall of the cedar, because the great ones have been made low: give cries of grief, O you oaks of Bashan, for the strong trees of the wood have come down.
Ридај, јело, јер паде кедар, јер красници пропадоше; ридајте, храстови васански, јер се посече шума ограђена.
3 The sound of the crying of the keepers of the flock! for their glory is made waste: the sound of the loud crying of the young lions! for the pride of Jordan is made waste.
Стоји јаук пастира, јер се затре слава њихова; стоји рика лавова, јер се опустоши понос јордански.
4 This is what the Lord my God has said: Take care of the flock of death;
Овако вели Господ Бог мој: Паси овце кланице,
5 Whose owners put them to death and have no sense of sin; and those who get a price for them say, May the Lord be praised for I have much wealth: and the keepers of the flock have no pity for them.
Које убијају они који их држе, нити их ко криви, и који их продају говоре: Благословен да је Господ, обогатих се; и који их пасу, ниједан их не жали.
6 For I will have no more pity for the people of the land, says the Lord; but I will give up everyone into his neighbour's hand and into the hand of his king: and they will make the land waste, and I will not keep them safe from their hands.
Зато нећу више жалити становника земаљских, говори Господ, него ћу, ево предати једног другом у руке и у руке цару њиховом, и они ће потрти земљу, а ја је нећу избавити из руку њихових.
7 So I took care of the flock of death, for those who made profit out of the flock; and I took for myself two rods, naming one Beautiful, and the other Bands; and I took care of the flock.
И пасох овце кланице, невољне од стада, и узевши два штапа назвах један благост, а други назвах свеза, и пасох стадо.
8 And in one month I put an end to the three keepers of the flock; for my soul was tired of them, and their souls were disgusted with me.
И погубих три пастира за месец дана, јер се душа моја љућаше на њих, и душа њихова мржаше на ме.
9 And I said, I will not take care of you: If death comes to any, let death be its fate; if any is cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest take one another's flesh for food.
И рекох: Нећу вас више пасти; која погине нека погине, и која пропадне нека пропадне, и које остану нека једу месо једна другој.
10 And I took my rod Beautiful, cutting it in two, so that the Lord's agreement, which he had made with all the peoples, might be broken.
И узех свој штап, благост, и сломих га да укинем завет свој који учиних са свим народима.
11 And it was broken on that day: and the sheep-traders, who were watching me, were certain that it was the word of the Lord.
И укиде се оног дана, и невољни од стада, који гледаху на ме, познаше доиста да беше реч Господња.
12 And I said to them, If it seems good to you, give me my payment; and if not, do not give it. So they gave me my payment by weight, thirty shekels of silver.
И рекох им: Ако вам је драго, дајте ми моју плату; ако ли није немојте; и измерише ми плату, тридесет сребрника.
13 And the Lord said to me, Put it into the store-house, the price at which I was valued by them. And I took the thirty shekels of silver and put them into the store-house in the house of the Lord.
И рече ми Господ: Баци лончару ту часну цену којом ме проценише. И узевши тридесет сребрника бацих их у дом Господњи лончару.
14 Then I took my other rod, the one named Bands, cutting it in two, so that the relation of brothers between Judah and Israel might be broken.
Потом сломих други штап свој, свезу, да укинем братство између Јуде и Израиља.
15 And the Lord said to me, Take again the instruments of a foolish keeper of sheep.
И Господ ми рече: Узми јоште оправу безумног пастира.
16 For see, I will put a sheep-keeper over the land, who will have no care for that which is cut off, and will not go in search of the wanderers, or make well what is broken, and he will not give food to that which is ill, but he will take for his food the flesh of the fat, and let their feet be broken.
Јер ево ја ћу подигнути пастира у земљи, који неће обилазити оне који гину, неће тражити нејаке, нити ће лечити рањене, нити ће носити сустале, него ће јести месо од претилих, и папке ће им кидати.
17 A curse on the foolish keeper who goes away from the flock! the sword will be on his arm and on his right eye: his arm will become quite dry and his eye will be made completely dark.
Тешко пастиру никаквом, који оставља стадо! Мач му је над мишицом и над десним оком; мишица ће му усахнути и десно ће му око потамнети.
