Ezekiel 19
1 “And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
А ти наричи за кнезовима Израиљевим;
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.
И реци: Шта беше мати твоја? Лавица; међу лавовима лежаше, млад своју међу лавовима храњаше.
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.
И отхрани једно младо своје, и поста лавић, и научив се ловити ждераше људе.
4 And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
И чуше народи за њ; ухвати се у јаму њихову, и одведоше га у веригама у земљу мисирску.
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.
А она кад виде где се надала, али јој нада пропаде, узе једно младо своје, и учини од њега лавића.
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.
И он идући међу лавовима поста лавић, и научи се ловити и ждераше људе.
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.
И позна дворе њихове, и пустошаше градове њихове тако да опусте земља и шта је у њој од рике његове.
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.
И усташе на њ народи из околних земаља, и разапеше му мрежу своју, и ухвати се у јаму њихову.
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.
И метнуше га у крлетку у веригама, и одведоше га цару вавилонском, и метнуше га у град да му се више не чује глас по горама Израиљевим.
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.
Док беше миран, мати твоја беше као винова лоза, посађена крај воде, родна и граната беше од многе воде.
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.
И беху на њој јаки прутови за палицу владалачку, и растом својим узвиси се изнад густих грана, и би наочита висином својом, мноштвом грана својих.
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.
Али би ишчупана у гневу и на земљу бачена, и устока осуши род њен; поломише се и посушише се јаки прутови њени; огањ их прождре.
13 And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
А сада је посађена у пустињи, у земљи сувој и безводној.
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!”
И изађе огањ из прута грана њених и прождре род њен да нема на њој прута јаког за палицу владалачку. То је нарицање, и биће нарицање.
