Ezekiel 19
1 Take up now a song of grief for the ruler of Israel, and say,
Bet tu sāc raudu dziesmu par Israēla valdniekiem
2 What was your mother? Like a she-lion among lions, stretched out among the young lions she gave food to her little ones.
Un saki: kas bija tava māte? Lauvu māte starp lauvām apguldamās, viņa uzaudzināja savus bērnus starp jauniem lauvām.
3 And one of her little ones came to growth under her care, and became a young lion, learning to go after beasts for his food; and he took men for his meat.
Un viņa uzaudzināja vienu no saviem bērniem, kas kļuva par jaunu lauvu un mācījās laupīt laupījumu, viņš aprija cilvēkus.
4 And the nations had news of him; he was taken in the hole they had made: and, pulling him with hooks, they took him into the land of Egypt.
Kad tautas to par viņu dzirdēja, tad tas tapa gūstīts viņu bedrē, un tie viņu aizveda ar ķēdēm uz Ēģiptes zemi.
5 Now when she saw that her hope was made foolish and gone, she took another of her little ones and made him into a young lion.
Kad viņa nu redzēja, ka bija velti un ka viņas cerība izzudusi, tad viņa ņēma citu no saviem bērniem un to cēla par jaunu lauvu.
6 And he went up and down among the lions and became a young lion, learning to go after beasts for his food; and he took men for his meat.
Tas staigāja starp lauvām, kļuva par jaunu lauvu, un mācījās laupījumu laupīt, viņš aprija cilvēkus.
7 And he sent destruction on their widows and made waste their towns; and the land and everything in it became waste because of the loud sound of his voice.
Viņš atzina viņu atraitnes un postīja viņu pilsētas, tā ka zeme, un kas iekš tās, iztrūcinājās no viņa rūkšanas.
8 Then the nations came against him from the kingdoms round about: their net was stretched over him and he was taken in the hole they had made.
Tad tās tautas no apkārtējām valstīm cēlās pret viņu un izplēta savu tīklu pār viņu; viņu bedrē tas tapa gūstīts.
9 They made him a prisoner with hooks, and took him to the king of Babylon; they put him in the strong place so that his voice might be sounding no longer on the mountains of Israel.
Un tie viņu lika pinekļos un ķēdēs, un viņu aizveda pie Bābeles ķēniņa; tie viņu aizveda stiprās pilīs, ka viņa balss vairs netapa dzirdēta uz Israēla kalniem.
10 Your mother was in comparison like a vine, planted by the waters: she was fertile and full of branches because of the great waters.
Tava māte bija kā vīna koks, tāpat kā tu, dēstīts pie ūdens, auglīgs un kupls pie lieliem ūdeņiem.
11 And she had a strong rod for a rod of authority for the rulers, and it became tall among the clouds and it was seen lifted up among the number of its branches.
Un viņam bija stipri zari, kas derēja par valdītāju scepteriem, un viņš uzauga augsti kuplu zaru vidū un nāca redzams savā augstumā un savu zaru kuplumā.
12 But she was uprooted in burning wrath, and made low on the earth; the east wind came, drying her up, and her branches were broken off; her strong rod became dry, the fire made a meal of it.
Bet viņš tapa izrauts ar bardzību un nomests pie zemes, un rīta vējš izkaltēja viņa augļus; viņa stiprās stīgas tapa nolauztas un sakalta, uguns tās aprija.
13 And now she is planted in the waste land, in a dry and unwatered country.
Un nu tas tuksnesī ir dēstīts, izkaltušā un iztvīkušā zemē.
14 And fire has gone out from her rod, causing the destruction of her branches, so that there is no strong rod in her to be the ruler's rod of authority. This is a song of grief, and it was for a song of grief.
Un uguns ir izlēcis no viņa stīgu zara un ir aprijis viņa augļus, tā ka pie viņa vairs nav stipra zara par valdīšanas scepteri. Tā ir raudu dziesma un būs par raudu dziesmu.
