Isaija 25
1 Gospode, ti si Bog moj, uzvišivaæu te, slaviæu ime tvoje, jer si uèinio èudesa; namjere tvoje od starine vjera su i istina.
O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, —Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.
2 Jer si od grada naèinio gomilu, i od tvrdoga grada zidine; od grada dvor za strance, dovijeka se neæe sagraditi.
For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, —palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.
3 Zato æe te slaviti narod silan, grad strašnijeh naroda bojaæe te se.
For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;
4 Jer si bio krjepost ubogome, krjepost siromahu u nevolji njegovoj, utoèište od poplave, zaklon od žege, jer je gnjev nasilnièki kao poplava koja obaljuje zid.
For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, —A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.
5 Vrevu inostranaca prekinuo si kao pripeku na suhu mjestu; kao pripeka sjenom od oblaka, tako se pjevanje nasilnika prekide.
As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, —Heat—with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.
6 I Gospod æe nad vojskama uèiniti svijem narodima na ovoj gori gozbu od pretila mesa, gozbu od èista vina, od pretila mesa s moždanima, od vina bez taloga.
Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, —Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;
7 I pokvariæe na ovoj gori zastiraè kojim su zastrti svi narodi, i pokrivaè kojim su pokriveni svi narodi.
And he will swallow up in this mountain, The mask of the veil, the veil that is upon all the peoples, —And the web that is woven over all the nations.
8 Uništiæe smrt zauvijek, i utræe Gospod Gospod suze sa svakoga lica, i sramotu naroda svojega ukinuæe sa sve zemlje; jer Gospod reèe.
Having swallowed up death itself victoriously, My Lord, Yahweh, will wipe away, tears from off all faces, —And the reproach of his own people, will he remove from off all the earth, For, Yahweh, hath spoken.
9 I reæi æe se u ono vrijeme: gle, ovo je Bog naš, njega èekasmo, i spašæe nas; ovo je Gospod, njega èekasmo; radovaæemo se i veseliæemo se za spasenje njegovo.
So shall it be said, in that day, Lo! our God, is this! We waited for him, that he might save us, —This, is Yahweh! We waited for him, Let us exult and rejoice in his salvation.
10 Jer æe ruka Gospodnja poèinuti na ovoj gori, a Moav æe se izgaziti na svom mjestu kao što se gazi slama za gnoj.
For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, —Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;
11 I razmahnuæe rukama svojim sred njega, kao što razmahuje plivaè da pliva, i oboriæe oholost njegovu mišicama ruku svojih.
Should he spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As a swimmer spreadeth forth to swim, Then would be laid low his pride, together with the devices of his hands.
12 I grad i visoke zidove tvoje sniziæe, oboriæe, baciæe na zemlju u prah.
Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.
