Ezekiel 19
1 And thou, take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
Du menneskesøn istem en klagesang over Israels fyrster og sig:
2 and say, What was thy mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps in the midst of the young lions.
Hvor var dog din Moder en Løvinde midt iblandt Løver! Hun hviled blandt unge Løver opfostred Unger.
3 And she brought up one of her whelps; it became a young lion, and he learned to catch the prey; he devoured men.
En Unge voksede til, en Ungløve blev den; den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker åd den.
4 And the nations heard of him; he was taken in their pit, and they brought him with nose-rings into the land of Egypt.
Da opbød man Folkene mod den, i Grav blev den fanget, de slæbte den bort med Kroge til Ægyptens Land.
5 And when she saw that she had waited [and] her hope was lost, she took another of her whelps, [and] made him a young lion.
Da hun så, at den var ført bort, at Håbet var bristet, tog hun en anden Unge og gjorde til Løve.
6 And he went up and down among the lions; he became a young lion, and learned to catch the prey; he devoured men.
Den gik imellem Løvinder, en Ungløve blev den, den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker åd den.
7 And he knew their [desolate] palaces, and he laid waste their cities, so that the land was desolate, and all it contained, by the noise of his roaring.
Den overfaldt Vædre på Græs, var Hjordenes Rædsel Landet og dets Fylde stivned af Angst for dens Brøl.
8 Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him; he was taken in their pit.
Og Folkene lagde Snarer rundt omkring den, over den bredte de Nettet, i Grav blev den fanget.
9 And they put him in a cage with nose-rings, and brought him to the king of Babylon; they brought him into strongholds, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.
De trak den med Kroge i Bur og førte den til Babels Konge, hen til Borgen, at dens Røst ej mer skulde høres på Israels Bjerge.
10 Thy mother was as a vine, in thy rest, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
Din Moder var en Vinstok i Vingården, plantet ved Vand, frugtbar og rig på Grene ved rigelig Væde.
11 And it had strong rods for sceptres of them that bear rule, and its stature was exalted between the thick boughs; and it was conspicuous by its height with the multitude of its branches.
En af dens Grene blev til et Herskerspir dens knejsende Vækst skød op imellem Løvet, let at se i sin Højde, med mange Ranker.
12 But it was plucked up in fury, it was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit; its strong rods were broken and withered; the fire consumed them.
Men, i Vrede blev Vinstokken oprykt, slænget til Jorden, Østenstorm tørred dens Frugt, den reves af, dens stolte Gren blev vissen, Ild åd den op.
13 And now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground:
Nu er den plantet i Ørkenen, et tørt og tørstigt Land.
14 and a fire is gone out of a rod of its branches, [which] hath devoured its fruit; so that it hath no strong rod to be a sceptre for ruling. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.
Ild for ud af dens Gren, fortæred dens Ranker og Frugt: en stolt Gren findes ej på den til Herskerspir. Dette er en Klagesang, og en Klagesang blev det.
