Ezekiel 19
1 Sing this funeral song for the princes of Israel
Og du, opløft et Klagemaal over Israels Fyrster,
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.
og sig: Hvad er din Moder? en Løvinde; iblandt Løvinder laa hun; iblandt unge Løver opdrog hun sine Unger.
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.
Og hun opdrog een af sine Unger, den blev en ung Løve, og den lærte at røve Rov, den aad Mennesker.
4 But when the nations heard about him, he was caught in their trap. They used hooks to drag him away to Egypt.
Der Hedningerne hørte om ham, blev han fangen i deres Grav, og de førte ham i Lænker til Ægyptens Land.
5 When she realized that the hope she had been waiting for was gone, she made another of her cubs into a young lion.
Og da hun saa, at det trak ud og blev til intet med hendes Haab, tog hun en anden af sine Unger og gjorde en ung Løve af den.
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.
Og den vandrede midt iblandt Løver, den blev en ung Løve, og den lærte at røve Rov, den aad Mennesker.
7 He tore down their fortresses and destroyed their towns. All the people living in the country were appalled when they heard him roaring.
Og denne skændede deres Enker og ødelagde deres Stæder; og Landet, og hvad der var i det, forfærdedes for hans Brølens Røst.
8 Then the people of the countries all around attacked him. They threw their net over him; he was caught in their trap.
Og Hedningerne trindt omkring fra Landskaberne opstillede imod ham og udbredte over ham deres Garn, han blev fangen i deres Grav.
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.
Og de satte ham i et Bur, i Lænker, og førte ham til Kongen af Babel: De førte ham til Fæstningerne, paa det hans Røst ikke mere skulde høres paa Israels Bjerge.
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.
Da du var stille, var din Moder som et Vintræ, plantet ved Vand, det var frugtbart og løvrigt af det meget Vand.
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.
Og det fik stærke Grene til Herskerspir, og det voksede højt op imellem Skyerne; og det saas i sin Højde med sine mange Grene.
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.
Da blev det oprykket i Vrede, kastet til Jorden, og Østenvejr tørrede dets Frugter; dets stærke Grene bleve afbrudte og tørre, Ild fortærede dem.
13 Now the vine has been replanted in the desert, in a dry and waterless land.
Men nu er det plantet i Ørken, udi et tørt og tørstigt Land.
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.
Og der er en Ild udgangen fra dets udstrakte Grene, den fortærede dets Frugt, at der ikke er bleven en stærk Gren paa det til et Herskerspir; dette er et Klagemaal og skal være til et Klagemaal.
