Zechariah 11

1 Open, O Lebanon, your doors, And fire devours among your cedars.

Otvori, Livane, vrata svoja, i oganj neka proždre kedre tvoje.

2 Howl, O fir, for the cedar has fallen, For their majestic ones were destroyed, Howl, you oaks of Bashan, For the enclosed forest has come down,

Ridaj, jelo, jer pade kedar, jer krasnici propadoše; ridajte, hrastovi Vasanski, jer se posijeèe šuma ograðena.

3 A voice of the howling of the shepherds! For their robe of honor was destroyed, A voice of the roaring of young lions! For the excellence of Jordan was destroyed.

Stoji jauk pastira, jer se zatr slava njihova; stoji rika lavova, jer se opustoši ponos Jordanski.

4 Thus said my God YHWH: “Feed the flock of the slaughter,

Ovako veli Gospod Bog moj: pasi ovce klanice,

5 Whose buyers slay them, and are not guilty, And their sellers say, Blessed [is] YHWH, And I am rich, And their shepherds have no pity on them.

Koje ubijaju oni koji ih drže, niti ih ko krivi, i koji ih prodaju govore: blagosloven da je Gospod, obogatih se; i koji ih pasu, nijedan ih ne žali.

6 For I no longer have pity on inhabitants of the land, A declaration of YHWH, And behold, I am causing man to come forth, Each into the hand of his neighbor, And into the hand of his king, And they have beaten down the land, And I do not deliver out of their hand.”

Zato neæu više žaliti stanovnika zemaljskih, govori Gospod, nego æu evo predati jednoga drugome u ruke i u ruke caru njihovu, i oni æe potrti zemlju a ja je neæu izbaviti iz ruku njihovijeh.

7 And I feed the flock of slaughter, even you, you afflicted of the flock; and I take two staffs to myself; I have called one Pleasantness, and I have called the other Bands, and I feed the flock.

I pasoh ovce klanice, nevoljne od stada, i uzev dva štapa nazvah jedan blagost, a drugi nazvah sveza, i pasoh stado.

8 And I cut off the three shepherds in one month, and my soul is grieved with them, and also their soul has abhorred me.

I pogubih tri pastira za mjesec dana, jer se duša moja ljuæaše na njih, i duša njihova mržaše na me.

9 And I say, “I do not feed you, the dying, let die; and the cut off, let be cut off; and the remaining ones, let each eat the flesh of its neighbor.”

I rekoh: neæu vas više pasti; koja pogine neka pogine, i koja propadne neka propadne, i koje ostanu neka jedu meso jedna drugoj.

10 And I take my staff Pleasantness, and cut it apart, to make void my covenant that I had made with all the peoples:

I uzeh svoj štap, blagost, i slomih ga da ukinem zavjet svoj koji uèinih sa svijem narodima.

11 and it is broken in that day, and the afflicted of the flock who are observing me know well, that it [is] a word of YHWH.

I ukide se onoga dana, i nevoljni od stada, koji gledahu na me, poznaše doista da bješe rijeè Gospodnja.

12 And I say to them: “If good in your eyes, give my hire, and if not, refrain”; and they weigh out my hire—thirty pieces of silver.

I rekoh im: ako vam je drago, dajte mi moju platu; ako li nije, nemojte; i izmjeriše mi platu, trideset srebrnika.

13 And YHWH says to me, “Cast it to the potter”; the good price that I have been prized at by them, and I take the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them [into] the house of YHWH, to the potter.

I reèe mi Gospod: baci lonèaru tu èasnu cijenu kojom me precijeniše. I uzev trideset srebrnika bacih ih u dom Gospodnji lonèaru.

14 And I cut apart my second staff, Bands, To break the unity between Judah and Israel.

Potom slomih drugi štap svoj, svezu, da ukinem bratstvo izmeðu Jude i Izrailja.

15 And YHWH says to me, “Again take to yourself the instrument of a foolish shepherd.

I Gospod mi reèe: uzmi jošte opravu bezumna pastira.

16 For behold, I am raising up a shepherd in the land, The cut off he does not inspect, The shaken off he does not seek, And the broken he does not heal, The standing he does not sustain, And the flesh of the fat he eats, And their hooves he breaks off.

Jer evo ja æu podignuti pastira u zemlji, koji neæe obilaziti one koja gine, neæe tražiti nejake, niti æe lijeèiti ranjene, niti æe nositi sustale, nego æe jesti meso od pretilijeh, i papke æe im kidati.

17 Woe [to] the worthless shepherd, forsaking the flock, A sword [is] on his arm, and on his right eye, His arm is utterly dried up, And his right eye is very dim!”

Teško pastiru nikakom, koji ostavlja stado! Maè mu je nad mišicom i nad desnijem okom; mišica æe mu usahnuti i desno æe mu oko potamnjeti.