Esekiel 19
1 Og du, stem i en klagesang over Israels fyrster
"Moreover, take up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
2 og si: Hvad er din mor? En løvinne. Mellem løver hvilte hun; blandt unge løver opfødde hun sine unger.
and say, 'What was your mother? A lioness: she couched among lions, in the midst of the young lions she nourished her cubs.
3 Og hun opfostret en av sine unger; han blev en ung løve, og han lærte å rane og røve, han åt mennesker.
She brought up one of her cubs: he became a young lion, and he learned to catch the prey; he devoured men.
4 Men hedningefolk fikk høre om ham; i deres grav blev han fanget, og de førte ham med neseringer til Egyptens land.
The nations also heard of him; he was taken in their pit; and they brought him with hooks to the land of Egypt.
5 Da hun så at hun hadde ventet forgjeves, at hennes håp var gått til grunne, tok hun en annen av sine unger og gjorde ham til en ung løve.
"'Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then she took another of her cubs, and made him a young lion.
6 Han gikk omkring blandt løver; han blev en ung løve, og han lærte å rane og røve, han åt mennesker.
He went up and down among the lions; he became a young lion, and he learned to catch the prey; he devoured men.
7 Han voldtok deres enker og ødela deres byer, og landet og alt det der var, blev forferdet ved lyden av hans brøl.
He devastated their strongholds, and destroyed their cities; and the land was desolate, and its fullness, because of the noise of his roaring.
8 Da satte folkene fra landskapene rundt omkring sitt garn op imot ham og spente det ut over ham; han blev fanget i den grav de hadde gravd.
Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces; and they spread their net over him; he was taken in their pit.
9 Så satte de ham med krok i nesen i et bur og førte ham til kongen i Babel; der satte de ham i en fast borg, forat hans røst ikke mere skulde høres på Israels fjell.
They put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Babylon; they brought him into strongholds, that his voice should no more be heard on the mountains of Israel.
10 Mens du levde i ro, var din mor som et vintre plantet ved vann; fruktbart og fullt av grener var det, fordi det hadde meget vann.
"'Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
11 Og det fikk sterke grener, tjenlige til herskerspir, og hevet sig høit op mellem skyene, og det falt i øinene ved sin høide og sine mange ranker.
It had strong rods for the scepters of those who bore rule, and their stature was exalted among the thick boughs, and they were seen in their height with the multitude of their branches.
12 Da blev det rykket op i harme og kastet til jorden, og østenvinden tørket bort dets frukt; dets sterke grener blev revet av og tørket bort; ild fortærte dem.
But it was plucked up in fury, it was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit: its strong rods were broken off and withered; the fire consumed them.
13 Og nu er det plantet i ørkenen, i et tørt og tørstende land.
Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.
14 Og det gikk ut ild fra dets kvistede gren; den fortærte dets frukt, og det er ikke mere nogen sterk gren på det til herskerspir. Dette er en klagesang, og til en klagesang skal det bli.
Fire is gone out of the rods of its branches, it has devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong rod to be a scepter to rule.' This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation."
