Jezekilj 19
1 A ti narièi za knezovima Izrailjevijem;
Moreover take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
2 I reci: šta bješe mati tvoja? lavica; meðu lavovima ležaše, mlad svoju meðu lavovima hranjaše.
And say: Why did thy mother the lioness lie down among the lions, and bring up her whelps in the midst of young lions?
3 I othrani jedno mlade svoje, i posta laviæ, i nauèiv se loviti žderaše ljude.
And she brought out one of her whelps, and he became a lion: and he learned to catch the prey, and to devour men.
4 I èuše narodi za nj; uhvati se u jamu njihovu, i odvedoše ga u verigama u zemlju Misirsku.
And the nations heard of him, and took him, but not without receiving wounds: and they brought him in chains into the land of Egypt.
5 A ona kad vidje gdje se nada ali joj nad propade, uze jedno mlade svoje, i uèini od njega laviæa.
But she seeing herself weakened, and that her hope was lost, took one of her young lions, and set him up for a lion.
6 I on iduæi meðu lavovima posta laviæ, i nauèi se loviti i žderaše ljude.
And he went up and down among the lions, and became a lion: and he learned to catch the prey, and to devour men.
7 I pozna dvore njihove, i pustošaše gradove njihove tako da opustje zemlja i što je u njoj od rike njegove.
He learned to make widows, and to lay waste their cities: and the land became desolate, and the fulness thereof by the noise of his roaring.
8 I ustaše na nj narodi iz okolnijeh zemalja, i razapeše mu mrežu svoju, i uhvati se u jamu njihovu.
And the nations Game together against him on every side out of the provinces, and they spread their net over him, in their wounds he was taken.
9 I metnuše ga u krletku u verigama, i odvedoše ga caru Vavilonskom, i metnuše ga u grad da mu se više ne èuje glas po gorama Izrailjevijem.
And they put him into a cage, they brought him in chains to the king of Babylon: and they cast him into prison, that his voice should no more be heard upon the mountains of Israel.
10 Dok bijaše miran, mati tvoja bijaše kao vinova loza, posaðena kraj vode, rodna i granata bijaše od mnoge vode.
Thy mother is like a vine in thy blood planted by the water: her fruit and her branches have grown out of many waters.
11 I bijahu na njoj jaki prutovi za palicu vladalaèku, i rastom svojim uzvisi se iznad gustijeh grana, i bi naoèita visinom svojom, mnoštvom grana svojih.
And she hath strong rods to make sceptres for them that bear rule, and her stature was exalted among the branches: and she saw her height in the multitude of her branches.
12 Ali bi išèupana u gnjevu i na zemlju baèena, i ustoka osuši rod njezin; polomiše se i posušiše se jaki prutovi njezini; oganj ih proždrije.
But she was plucked up in wrath, and cast on the ground, and the burning wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods are withered, and dried up: the fire hath devoured her.
13 A sada je posaðena u pustinji, u zemlji suhoj i bezvodnoj.
And now she is transplanted into the desert, in a land not passable, and dry.
14 I izaðe oganj iz pruta grana njezinijeh i proždrije rod njezin da nema na njoj pruta jaka za palicu vladalaèku. To je naricanje, i biæe naricanje.
And a fire is gone out from a rod of her branches, which hath devoured her fruit: so that she now hath no strong rod, to be a sceptre of rulers. This is a lamentation, and it shall be for a lamentation.
