Zaharija 11
1 Otvori, Livane, vrata svoja, i oganj neka proždre kedre tvoje.
Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2 Ridaj, jelo, jer pade kedar, jer krasnici propadoše; ridajte, hrastovi Vasanski, jer se posijeèe šuma ograðena.
Howl, fir tree; for the cedar is fallen; because the mighty are spoiled: howl, O ye oaks of Bashan; for the forest of the vintage is come down.
3 Stoji jauk pastira, jer se zatr slava njihova; stoji rika lavova, jer se opustoši ponos Jordanski.
There is a voice of the howling of the shepherds; for their glory is spoiled: a voice of the roaring of young lions; for the pride of Jordan is spoiled.
4 Ovako veli Gospod Bog moj: pasi ovce klanice,
Thus saith YHWH my Elohim; Feed the flock of the slaughter;
5 Koje ubijaju oni koji ih drže, niti ih ko krivi, i koji ih prodaju govore: blagosloven da je Gospod, obogatih se; i koji ih pasu, nijedan ih ne žali.
Whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty: and they that sell them say, Blessed be YHWH; for I am rich: and their own shepherds pity them not.
6 Zato neæu više žaliti stanovnika zemaljskih, govori Gospod, nego æu evo predati jednoga drugome u ruke i u ruke caru njihovu, i oni æe potrti zemlju a ja je neæu izbaviti iz ruku njihovijeh.
For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith YHWH: but, lo, I will deliver the men every one into his neighbour's hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them
7 I pasoh ovce klanice, nevoljne od stada, i uzev dva štapa nazvah jedan blagost, a drugi nazvah sveza, i pasoh stado.
And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the flock. And I took unto me two staves; the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands; and I fed the flock.
8 I pogubih tri pastira za mjesec dana, jer se duša moja ljuæaše na njih, i duša njihova mržaše na me.
Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also abhorred me.
9 I rekoh: neæu vas više pasti; koja pogine neka pogine, i koja propadne neka propadne, i koje ostanu neka jedu meso jedna drugoj.
Then said I, I will not feed you: that that dieth, let it die; and that that is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest eat every one the flesh of another.
10 I uzeh svoj štap, blagost, i slomih ga da ukinem zavjet svoj koji uèinih sa svijem narodima.
And I took my staff, even Beauty, and cut it assunder, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the people.
11 I ukide se onoga dana, i nevoljni od stada, koji gledahu na me, poznaše doista da bješe rijeè Gospodnja.
And it was broken in that day: and so the poor of the flock that waited upon me knew that it was the word of YHWH.
12 I rekoh im: ako vam je drago, dajte mi moju platu; ako li nije, nemojte; i izmjeriše mi platu, trideset srebrnika.
And I said unto them, If ye think good, give me my price; and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my price thirty pieces of silver.
13 I reèe mi Gospod: baci lonèaru tu èasnu cijenu kojom me precijeniše. I uzev trideset srebrnika bacih ih u dom Gospodnji lonèaru.
And YHWH said unto me, Cast it unto the potter: a goodly price that I was prised at of them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them to the potter in the house of YHWH.
14 Potom slomih drugi štap svoj, svezu, da ukinem bratstvo izmeðu Jude i Izrailja.
Then I cut asunder mine other staff, even Bands, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
15 I Gospod mi reèe: uzmi jošte opravu bezumna pastira.
And YHWH said unto me, Take unto thee yet the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
16 Jer evo ja æu podignuti pastira u zemlji, koji neæe obilaziti one koja gine, neæe tražiti nejake, niti æe lijeèiti ranjene, niti æe nositi sustale, nego æe jesti meso od pretilijeh, i papke æe im kidati.
For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, which shall not visit those that be cut off, neither shall seek the young one, nor heal that that is broken, nor feed that that standeth still: but he shall eat the flesh of the fat, and tear their claws in pieces.
17 Teško pastiru nikakom, koji ostavlja stado! Maè mu je nad mišicom i nad desnijem okom; mišica æe mu usahnuti i desno æe mu oko potamnjeti.
Woe to the idol shepherd that leaveth the flock! the sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye: his arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
