Isaija 40
1 Tješite, tješite narod moj, govori Bog vaš.
Comfort ye—comfort ye my people, —Saith your God.
2 Govorite Jerusalimu ljubazno, i javljajte mu da se navršio rok njegov, da mu se bezakonje oprostilo, jer je primio iz ruke Gospodnje dvojinom za sve grijehe svoje.
Speak ye unto the heart of Jerusalem, And cry unto her, —That accomplished is her warfare, That accepted is her punishment, —That she hath received, at the hand of Yahweh, According to the full measure of all her sins.
3 Glas je nekoga koji vièe: pripravite u pustinji put Gospodnji, poravnite u pustoši stazu Bogu našemu.
A voice of one crying!—In the desert, prepare ye the way of Yahweh, —Make smooth in the waste plain a highway for our God:
4 Sve doline neka se povise, i sve gore i bregovi neka se slegnu, i što je krivo neka bude pravo, i neravna mjesta neka budu ravna.
Let, every valley, be exalted, And every mountain and hill, be made low, —And, the steep ground become, level, And, the chain of hills—a plain:
5 I javiæe se slava Gospodnja, i svako æe tijelo vidjeti; jer usta Gospodnja govoriše.
Then shall be revealed the glory of Yahweh, —And all flesh shall see it together, For, the mouth of Yahweh, hath spoken!
6 Glas govori: vièi. I reèe: šta da vièem? Da je svako tijelo trava i sve dobro njegovo kao cvijet poljski.
A voice saying Cry! And one said—What should I cry? All flesh, is grass, And, all the grace thereof, like the flower of the field:
7 Suši se trava, cvijet opada kad duh Gospodnji dune na nj; doista je narod trava.
The grass hath withered The flower hath faded, Because, the breath of Yahweh, hath blown upon it! Surely the people is grass!
8 Suši se trava, cvijet opada; ali rijeè Boga našega ostaje dovijeka.
The grass, hath withered, The flower, hath faded, —But the word of our God, shall stand unto times age-abiding!
9 Izidi na visoku goru, Sione, koji javljaš dobre glase; podigni silno glas svoj, Jerusalime, koji javljaš dobre glase; podigni, ne boj se. Kaži gradovima Judinijem: evo Boga vašega.
To a high mountain, get ye up, O herald—band of Zion, Lift high with strength your voice, O herald—band of Jerusalem, —Lift it high, do not fear, Say to the cities of Judah—Lo! your God!
10 Evo, Gospod Bog ide na jakoga, i mišica æe njegova obladati njim; evo plata je njegova kod njega i djelo njegovo pred njim.
Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, as a mighty one, doth come, And, his own arm, is about to rule for him, —Lo! his reward, is with him, And, his recompense, before him;
11 Kao pastir pašæe stado svoje; u naruèje svoje sabraæe jaganjce, i u njedrima æe ih nositi, a dojilice æe voditi polako.
Like a shepherd, his flock, will he tend, In his own arm, will he take up the lambs, And in his own bosom, will he carry [them], —Them which are with young, will he lead to a place of rest.
12 Ko je izmjerio vodu grstima svojim i nebesa premjerio peðu? ko je mjerom izmjerio prah zemaljski, i gore izmjerio na mjerila i bregove na poteg?
Who hath measured, with the hollow of his hand, the waters. Or the heavens with a span, hath meted out, Or hath comprehended, in a measure, the dust of the earth, Or weighed, in scales, the mountains, Or the hills, in a balance?
13 Ko je upravljao duh Gospodnji? ili mu bio savjetnik i nauèio ga?
Who hath proved the spirit of Yahweh? Or being his counsellor hath been giving him knowledge?
14 S kim se je dogovarao i ko ga je urazumio i nauèio putu suda, i nauèio ga znanju i pokazao mu put razuma?
With whom hath he taken counsel—And he hath given him intelligence, And instructed him in the path of justice, —And taught him knowledge, And in the way of intelligence, hath been giving him understanding?
15 Gle, narodi su kao kap iz vijedra, i kao praška na mjerilima broje se; gle, premješta ostrva kao prašak.
Lo! nations, Are us a drop on a bucket, And as fine dust on a balance, are accounted, —Lo! islands, like an atom, can he hoist;
16 Ni Livan ne bi bio dosta za oganj, i životinje njegove ne bi bile dosta za žrtvu paljenicu.
And, Lebanon, is not sufficient to burn, —Nor, the beasts thereof sufficient for an ascending-sacrifice!
17 Svi su narodi kao ništa pred njim, manje negoli ništa i taština vrijede mu.
All nations, are as nothing before him, —A thing of nought or a waste, are they accounted unto him?
18 S kim æete dakle izjednaèiti Boga? i kaku æete mu priliku naæi?
Unto whom then can ye liken GOD? Or, what likeness, can ye compare unto him?
19 Umjetnik lije lik, i zlatar ga pozlaæuje, i verižice srebrne lije.
The image, hath been cast by an artificer, And a goldsmith, with gold, overlayeth it, —And, chains of silver, he worketh.
20 A ko je siromah, te nema šta prinijeti, bira drvo koje ne trune, i traži vješta umjetnika da naèini rezan lik, koji se ne pomièe.
The needy offerer, of a tree that will not rot, maketh choice, —A skilled artificer, seeketh he out for himself to construct an image that shall not totter,
21 Ne znate li? ne èujete li? ne kazuje li vam se od iskona? ne razumijete li od temelja zemaljskih?
Have ye never taken note? Have ye never heard? Hath it not from the beginning, been told you? Have ye not been led to discern, from the foundations of the earth?
22 On sjedi nad krugom zemaljskim, i njezini su mu stanovnici kao skakavci; on je razastro nebesa kao platno i razapeo ih kao šator za stan.
It is he who sitteth upon the circle of the earth, While the inhabitants thereof are, as grass-hoppers, —Who stretcheth forth, as a curtain, the heavens, And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;
23 On obraæa knezove u ništa, sudije zemaljske èini da su kao taština.
Who delivereth dignitaries to nothingness, —Judges of earth, like a desolation, hath he made:
24 Kao da nijesu posaðeni ni posijani, i kao da im se stablo nije ukorijenilo u zemlji, èim dune na njih, posahnu, i vihor kao pljevu raznese ih.
Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they had been chaff, carrieth them away.
25 S kim æete me dakle izjednaèiti da bih bio kao on? veli sveti.
Unto whom then, can ye liken me, or can I be equal? Saith the Holy One.
26 Podignite gore oèi svoje i vidite; ko je to stvorio? ko izvodi vojsku svega toga na broj i zove svako po imenu, i velike radi sile njegove i jake moæi ne izostaje nijedno?
Lift on high your eyes—and see who hath created these, That bringeth forth, by number, their host, —To all of them by name, doth call, Because of the abundance of vigour and alertness of strength, not one, is missing!
27 Zašto govoriš, Jakove, i kažeš, Izrailju: sakriven je put moj od Gospoda, i stvar moja ne izlazi pred Boga mojega?
Wherefore, shouldest thou say, O Jacob, or speak, O Israel, —Hidden is my path from Yahweh, And from my God, my vindication, will pass?
28 Ne znaš li? nijesi li èuo da Bog vjeèni Gospod, koji je stvorio krajeve zemaljske, ne sustaje niti se utruðuje? razumu njegovu nema mjere.
Hast thou not known, Hast thou not heard, That The God of age-past time—Yahweh The Creator of the ends of the earth Fainteth not neither groweth weary—There is no searching of his understanding:
29 On daje snagu umornome, i nejakome umnožava krjepost.
Giving to him that fainteth, strength, And to him that hath no vigour, he causeth, power to abound?
30 Djeca se more i sustaju, i mladiæi padaju;
Youths both faint and grow weary, And, young warriors—they fall, they fall;
31 Ali koji se nadaju Gospodu, dobijaju novu snagu, podižu se na krilima kao orlovi, trèe i ne sustaju, hode i ne more se.
But, they who wait for Yahweh, shall renew their strength, They shall mount on strong pinion like eagles, —They shall run and not grow weary, They shall walk and not faint.
