Ezekiel 19
1 And thou, —do thou lift up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
Du, Menneskesøn, istem en Klagesang over Israels Fyrster og sig:
2 And say, What a noble lioness was thy mother! among lions did she lie down, in the midst of young lions did she raise her whelps!
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: he became a young lion, and he learned to tear in pieces the prey; [even] men he devoured.
En Unge voksede til, en Ungløve blev den; den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker aad den.
4 And when nations heard of him, he was caught in their pit, and they brought him with nose-rings unto 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 Now when she saw that she had long waited, [that] her hope was lost, she took another one of her whelps, and made him a young lion.
Da hun saa, at den var ført bort, at Haabet var bristet, tog hun en anden Unge og gjorde til Løve.
6 And he went up and down in the midst of lions, he became a young lion; and he learned to tear in pieces the prey; even men he devoured.
Den gik imellem Løvinder, en Ungløve blev den, den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker aad den.
7 And he broke down their palaces, and their cities laid he in ruins: and then was terrified the land, with all that filled it, because of the noise of his roaring.
Den overfaldt Vædre paa Græs, var Hjordenes Rædsel Landet og dets Fylde stivned af Angst for dens Brøl.
8 Then set themselves the nations against him on every side from the provinces; and they spread over him their net: in their pit was he caught.
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 [in his nose], and they brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into strong-holds, in order that his voice should no more be heard on 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 paa Israels Bjerge.
10 Thy mother was like a vine, if I compare thee to aught, planted by the waters: fruitful and full of boughs was she by reason of many waters.
Din Moder var en Vinstok i Vingaarden, plantet ved Vand, frugtbar og rig paa Grene ved rigelig Væde.
11 And she had strong branches [fit] for the sceptres of rulers, and her stature grew up high between the thick-branched [trees], and she was seen through her height by means of the multitude of her tendrils.
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 she was plucked up in fury, to the ground was she cast down, and the east wind dried up her fruit: and torn off and dried up were her strong branches, a 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 aad den op.
13 And now is she planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.
Nu er den plantet i Ørkenen, et tørt og tørstigt Land.
14 And fire is gone out of a branch of her boughs, and hath devoured her fruit, so that there is no more on her a strong branch for a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and it is become a lamentation.
Ild for ud af dens Gren, fortæred dens Ranker og Frugt: en stolt Gren findes ej paa den til Herskerspir. Dette er en Klagesang, og en Klagesang blev det.
