Tužbalice 5
1 Opomeni se, Gospode, što nas zadesi; pogledaj i vidi sramotu našu.
Remember, O LORD, what has come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.
2 Našljedstvo naše privali se tuðincima, domovi naši inostrancima.
Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.
3 Postasmo sirote, bez oca, matere naše kao udovice.
We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows.
4 Svoju vodu pijemo za novce, svoja drva kupujemo.
We have drunken our water for money; our wood is sold unto us.
5 Na vratu nam je jaram, i gone nas; umoreni nemamo odmora.
Our necks are under persecution: we labour, and have no rest.
6 Pružamo ruku k Misircima i Asircima, da se nasitimo hljeba.
We have given the hand to the Egyptians, and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
7 Oci naši zgriješiše, i nema ih, a mi nosimo bezakonja njihova.
Our fathers have sinned, and are not; and we have borne their iniquities.
8 Robovi nam gospodare, nema nikoga da izbavi iz ruku njihovijeh.
Servants have ruled over us: there is none that does deliver us out of their hand.
9 Sa strahom za život svoj od maèa u pustinji donosimo sebi hljeb.
We got our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.
10 Koža nam pocrnje kao peæ od ljute gladi.
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
11 Sramote žene na Sionu i djevojke po gradovima Judinijem.
They ravished the women in Zion, and the maids in the cities of Judah.
12 Knezove vješaju svojim rukama, ne poštuju lica staraèkoga.
Princes are hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders were not honoured.
13 Mladiæe uzimaju pod žrvnje, i djeca padaju pod drvima.
They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood.
14 Staraca nema više na vratima, ni mladiæa na pjevanju.
The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their music.
15 Nesta radosti srcu našemu, igra naša pretvori se u žalost.
The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
16 Pade vijenac s glave naše; teško nama, što zgriješismo!
The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us, that we have sinned!
17 Stoga je srce naše žalosno, stoga oèi naše potamnješe,
For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.
18 Sa gore Siona, što opustje, i lisice idu po njoj.
Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.
19 Ti, Gospode, ostaješ dovijeka, prijesto tvoj od koljena do koljena.
You, O LORD, remain for ever; your throne from generation to generation.
20 Zašto hoæeš da nas zaboraviš dovijeka, da nas ostaviš zadugo?
Wherefore do you forget us for ever, and forsake us so long time?
21 Obrati nas, Gospode, k sebi, i obratiæemo se; ponovi dane naše kako bijahu prije.
Turn you us unto you, O LORD, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.
22 Jer eda li æeš nas sasvijem odbaciti i gnjeviti se na nas veoma?
But you have utterly rejected us; you are very angry against us.
