Ezekiel 19
1 “And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
A ti, sine čovječji, protuži tužaljkom za knezovima izraelskim.
2 and you have said: What [is] your mother? A lioness, She has crouched down among lions, She has multiplied her whelps in the midst of young lions.
Reci: Što bijaše tvoja mati? Lavica među lavovima, ležala je među lavićima, hraneći mladunčad svoju.
3 And she brings up one of her whelps, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
I othrani jedno mlado, koje lavom posta. Naučiv se plijen derati, stade ljude proždirati!
4 And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
Narodi se protiv njega udružiše, lav upade u jamu njihovu, na lancu ga odvedoše u zemlju egipatsku.
5 And as she waited she sees that her hope has perished, And she takes one of her whelps, She has made him a young lion.
A kad mati vidje da uzalud čeka i da joj nada propade, uze drugo mlado i od njega lava učini.
6 And he goes up and down in the midst of lions, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
Živeć' tako među lavovima, i on lavom posta. Naučiv se plijen derati, stade ljude proždirati,
7 And he knows his forsaken habitations, And he has laid waste [to] their cities, And the land and its fullness is desolate, Because of the voice of his roaring.
utvrde im rušiti, pustošiti gradove. Uzdrhta zemlja i sve na njoj od silne rike njegove.
8 And surrounding nations set against him from the provinces. And they spread out their net for him, He has been caught in their pit.
Ali se ljudi iz okolnih mjesta protiv njega podigoše i zamke mu postaviše; i lav se uhvati u jamu njihovu.
9 And they put him in prison—in chains, And they bring him to the king of Babylon, They bring him into bulwarks, So that his voice is not heard On mountains of Israel anymore.
Okovana u kavez ga zatvoriše, odvedoše kralju babilonskom, ondje ga u kulu zatočiše, da mu se više ne čuje rika po gorama izraelskim.
10 Your mother, like the vine in your blood, Is being planted by waters, She was bearing fruit and full of boughs, Because of many waters.
Mati tvoja bješe kao loza pokraj vode zasađena, rodna i granata od obilja vode!
11 And she has strong rods for scepters of rulers, And she is high in stature above—between thick branches, And it appears in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
Imala je jaku granu za palicu vladalačku: uzdiže se nad krošnju, naočita visinom, mnoštvom grančica.
12 And she is plucked up in fury, She has been cast to the earth, And the east wind has dried up her fruit, [The] rod of her strength has been broken and withered, Fire has consumed it.
Al' u gnjevu bješe iščupana i na zemlju bačena. Istočnjak joj rod sasuši: polomi se i uvenu jaka grana njezina i vatra je svu proguta.
13 And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
U pustinju bje presađena, u zemlju suhu, bezvodnu.
14 And fire goes forth from a rod of her boughs, It has devoured her fruit, And she has no rod of strength—a scepter to rule, A lamentation—and she has become for a lamentation!”
Al' liznu oganj iz pruta njezina i spali joj grane i plodove! I nema više na njoj grane jake za palicu vladalačku.” To je, evo tužaljka, i ostat će tužaljka.
