Ezekiel 19
1 Sing this funeral song for the princes of Israel
Ty pak vydej se v naříkání nad knížaty Izraelskými.
2 with these words: “What was your mother? She was a lioness among the lions! She lay down in her place among the young lions and reared her cubs.
A rci: Co byla matka tvá? Lvice mezi lvy odpočívající, a u prostřed dravých lvů vychovávala lvíčátka svá.
3 She raised one of her cubs, and he grew up to be young lion. Once he had learned how to tear up his prey, he started eating people.
A když odchovala jedno z lvíčat svých, udělal se z něho dravý lev, tak že naučiv se bráti loupeže, žrával lidi.
4 But when the nations heard about him, he was caught in their trap. They used hooks to drag him away to Egypt.
To když uslyšeli národové, v jámě jejich polapen jest, a doveden v řetězích do země Egyptské.
5 When she realized that the hope she had been waiting for was gone, she made another of her cubs into a young lion.
To viduc lvice, že očekávaná zhynula jí naděje její, vzavši jedno z lvíčat svých, učinila z něho silného lva;
6 He went around with the other lions, and became strong. Once he had learned how to tear up his prey, he started eating people.
Kterýž ustavičně chodě mezi lvy, udělal se dravým lvem, a naučiv se bráti loupeže, žrával lidi.
7 He tore down their fortresses and destroyed their towns. All the people living in the country were appalled when they heard him roaring.
Pobořil i pusté paláce jejich, a města jejich v poušť uvedl, tak že spustla země, i což v ní bylo, od hlasu řvání jeho.
8 Then the people of the countries all around attacked him. They threw their net over him; he was caught in their trap.
I polékli na něj národové z okolních krajin, a rozestřeli na něj tenata svá, a do jámy jejich lapen jest.
9 They used hooks to put him in a cage and took him to the king of Babylon. They led him away and imprisoned him so his roar wasn't heard any more in Israel's mountains.
I dali jej do klece v řetězích, a dopravili ho k králi Babylonskému, a uvedli jej do vězení nejtěžšího, aby nebyl slýchán hlas jeho více po horách Izraelských.
10 Your mother was like a vine planted in your vineyard at the waterside. It produced a lot of fruit and had many branches because it had plenty of water.
Matka tvá v čas pokoje tvého jako vinný kmen při vodách štípený; plodistvý a rozkladitý byl pro hojnost vod.
11 Its branches were strong like rulers' scepters. It grew high above the tree canopy. People could see how tall and full of leaves it was.
A měl pruty mocné k berlám panovníků, zrůst pak jeho vyvýšil se nad prostředek hustého větvoví, tak že patrný byl pro svou vysokost a pro množství ratolestí svých.
12 But it was uprooted in anger and thrown down on the ground. The east wind blew and dried up its fruit. Its strong branches were stripped of leaves and they withered. Then they were burned up in the fire.
Ale vytržen jsa v prchlivosti, na zemi povržen jest, a vítr východní usušil ovoce jeho; vylomily se a uschly ratolesti silné jeho, oheň sežral je.
13 Now the vine has been replanted in the desert, in a dry and waterless land.
A nyní štípen jest na poušti, v zemi vyprahlé a žíznivé.
14 A fire blazed out from its main trunk and burned up its fruit. None of its branches that were once like a ruler's scepter are strong any more.” This is a funeral song and is to be used for mourning.
Nadto vyšed oheň z prutu ratolestí jeho, sežral ovoce jeho, tak že není na něm prutu mocného k berle panovníka. Toť jest naříkání, a budeť v naříkání.
