Ezekiel 19
1 “And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
Bet tu sāc raudu dziesmu par Israēla valdniekiem
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.
Un saki: kas bija tava māte? Lauvu māte starp lauvām apguldamās, viņa uzaudzināja savus bērnus starp jauniem lauvām.
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.
Un viņa uzaudzināja vienu no saviem bērniem, kas kļuva par jaunu lauvu un mācījās laupīt laupījumu, viņš aprija cilvēkus.
4 And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
Kad tautas to par viņu dzirdēja, tad tas tapa gūstīts viņu bedrē, un tie viņu aizveda ar ķēdēm uz Ēģiptes zemi.
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.
Kad viņa nu redzēja, ka bija velti un ka viņas cerība izzudusi, tad viņa ņēma citu no saviem bērniem un to cēla par jaunu lauvu.
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.
Tas staigāja starp lauvām, kļuva par jaunu lauvu, un mācījās laupījumu laupīt, viņš aprija cilvēkus.
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.
Viņš atzina viņu atraitnes un postīja viņu pilsētas, tā ka zeme, un kas iekš tās, iztrūcinājās no viņa rūkšanas.
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.
Tad tās tautas no apkārtējām valstīm cēlās pret viņu un izplēta savu tīklu pār viņu; viņu bedrē tas tapa gūstīts.
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.
Un tie viņu lika pinekļos un ķēdēs, un viņu aizveda pie Bābeles ķēniņa; tie viņu aizveda stiprās pilīs, ka viņa balss vairs netapa dzirdēta uz Israēla kalniem.
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.
Tava māte bija kā vīna koks, tāpat kā tu, dēstīts pie ūdens, auglīgs un kupls pie lieliem ūdeņiem.
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.
Un viņam bija stipri zari, kas derēja par valdītāju scepteriem, un viņš uzauga augsti kuplu zaru vidū un nāca redzams savā augstumā un savu zaru kuplumā.
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.
Bet viņš tapa izrauts ar bardzību un nomests pie zemes, un rīta vējš izkaltēja viņa augļus; viņa stiprās stīgas tapa nolauztas un sakalta, uguns tās aprija.
13 And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
Un nu tas tuksnesī ir dēstīts, izkaltušā un iztvīkušā zemē.
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!”
Un uguns ir izlēcis no viņa stīgu zara un ir aprijis viņa augļus, tā ka pie viņa vairs nav stipra zara par valdīšanas scepteri. Tā ir raudu dziesma un būs par raudu dziesmu.
