Esekiel 19
1 Og du, stem i en klagesang over Israels fyrster
Moreover, take thou 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 thy mother? A lioness: she couched among lions, in the midst of the young lions she nourished her whelps.
3 Og hun opfostret en av sine unger; han blev en ung løve, og han lærte å rane og røve, han åt mennesker.
And she brought up one of her whelps; 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 unto 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 whelps, 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.
And 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.
And he knew their palaces, and laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fulness thereof, 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.
And they put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Babylon; they brought him into strong holds, that his voice should no more be heard upon 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.
Thy mother was like a vine, in thy blood, planted by the waters: she 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.
And she had strong rods for the sceptres of them that bare 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 she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her 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.
And now she 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.
And fire is gone out of the rods of her branches, it hath devoured her fruit, so that there is in her no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.
