Jonah 4
1 But it displeased Jonah exceedingly; and he was wroth.
A Joni bi vrlo nedrago, i rasrdi se.
2 And he prayed unto the Lord, and said, I pray thee, O Lord, was not this my word, while I was yet in my own country? Therefore made I haste to fly unto Tharshish; for I knew that thou art a gracious God, and merciful, long-suffering, and abundant in kindness, and repentant of the evil.
I pomoli se Gospodu i reèe: Gospode! ne rekoh li to kad još bijah u svojoj zemlji? zato šæah prije pobjeæi u Tarsis; jer znah da si ti Bog milostiv i žalostiv, spor na gnjev i obilan milosrðem, i kaješ se oda zla.
3 And now, O Lord, take, I pray thee, my soul from me; because it is better for me to die, than to live.
Sada Gospode, uzmi dušu moju od mene, jer mi je bolje umrijeti nego živjeti.
4 And the Lord said, Art thou very wroth?
A Gospod reèe: je li dobro što se srdiš?
5 Now Jonah was gone out of the city, and dwelt on the east side of the city; and he had made himself there a booth, and sat under it in the shade, till he should see what would become of the city.
I Jona izide iz grada, i sjede s istoka gradu, i naèini ondje kolibu, i sjeðaše pod njom u hladu da vidi što æe biti od grada.
6 And the Lord God made ready a gourd, and it grew up over Jonah, to be a shade over his head, to relieve him from his affliction. And Jonah rejoiced because of the gourd exceedingly.
A Gospod Bog zapovjedi, te uzraste tikva nad Jonom da mu bude sjen nad glavom da mu pomože u muci njegovoj; i Jona se obradova tikvi veoma.
7 But God made ready a worm when the morning dawned on the morrow, and it smote the gourd that it withered.
Potom zapovjedi Bog, te doðe crv u zoru sjutradan, i podgrize tikvu, te usahnu.
8 And it came to pass, when the sun arose, that God made ready a hot east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, that he became faint; and he wished for himself to die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.
I kad ogranu sunce, posla Bog suh istoèni vjetar; i sunce stade žeæi Jonu po glavi tako da obamiraše i poželje da umre govoreæi: bolje mi je umrijeti nego živjeti.
9 And God said unto Jonah, Art thou very wroth for the gourd? And he said, I am very wroth, even unto death.
A Bog reèe Joni: je li dobro što se srdiš tikve radi? A on reèe: dobro je što se srdim do smrti.
10 And the Lord said, Thou wouldst have spared the gourd, for which thou hadst not labored, neither hadst thou made it grow; which came up in one night, and perished in one night;
A Gospod mu reèe: tebi je žao tikve, oko koje se nijesi trudio, i koje nijesi odgajio, nego jednu noæ uzraste a drugu noæ propade.
11 And shall I not spare Nineveh, that great city, wherein are more than twelve times ten thousand persons, who know not how to discern between their right hand and their left hand, and also much cattle?
A meni da ne bude žao Ninevije, velikoga grada, u kom ima više od sto i dvadeset tisuæa ljudi koji još ne znaju šta je desno šta li lijevo, i mnogo stoke?
