Jezekilj 19
1 A ti narièi za knezovima Izrailjevijem;
“And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
2 I reci: šta bješe mati tvoja? lavica; meðu lavovima ležaše, mlad svoju meðu lavovima hranjaše.
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.
3 I othrani jedno mlade svoje, i posta laviæ, i nauèiv se loviti žderaše ljude.
And she brings up one of her whelps, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
4 I èuše narodi za nj; uhvati se u jamu njihovu, i odvedoše ga u verigama u zemlju Misirsku.
And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
5 A ona kad vidje gdje se nada ali joj nad propade, uze jedno mlade svoje, i uèini od njega laviæa.
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.
6 I on iduæi meðu lavovima posta laviæ, i nauèi se loviti i žderaše ljude.
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.
7 I pozna dvore njihove, i pustošaše gradove njihove tako da opustje zemlja i što je u njoj od rike njegove.
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.
8 I ustaše na nj narodi iz okolnijeh zemalja, i razapeše mu mrežu svoju, i uhvati se u jamu njihovu.
And surrounding nations set against him from the provinces. And they spread out their net for him, He has been caught in their pit.
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 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.
10 Dok bijaše miran, mati tvoja bijaše kao vinova loza, posaðena kraj vode, rodna i granata bijaše od mnoge vode.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
13 A sada je posaðena u pustinji, u zemlji suhoj i bezvodnoj.
And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
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 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!”
