Zaharija 11
1 Otvori, Livane, vrata svoja, i oganj neka proždre kedre tvoje.
Open your doors, Lebanon, that the fire may devour your cedars.
2 Ridaj, jelo, jer pade kedar, jer krasnici propadoše; ridajte, hrastovi Vasanski, jer se posijeèe šuma ograðena.
Wail, cypress tree, for the cedar has fallen, because the stately ones are destroyed. Wail, you oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest has come down.
3 Stoji jauk pastira, jer se zatr slava njihova; stoji rika lavova, jer se opustoši ponos Jordanski.
A voice of the wailing of the shepherds! For their glory is destroyed—a voice of the roaring of young lions! For the pride of the Jordan is ruined.
4 Ovako veli Gospod Bog moj: pasi ovce klanice,
The LORD my God says: “Feed the flock of 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.
Their buyers slaughter them and go unpunished. Those who sell them say, ‘Blessed be the LORD, for I am rich;’ and their own shepherds don’t pity them.
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,” says the LORD; “but, behold, I will deliver every one of the men into his neighbor’s hand and into the hand of his king. They will strike 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.
So I fed the flock to be slaughtered, especially the oppressed of the flock. I took for myself two staffs. The one I called “Favor” and the other I called “Union”, 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.
I cut off the three shepherds in one month; for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed 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 I said, “I will not feed you. That which dies, let it die; and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let those who are left eat each other’s flesh.”
10 I uzeh svoj štap, blagost, i slomih ga da ukinem zavjet svoj koji uèinih sa svijem narodima.
I took my staff Favor and cut it apart, that I might break my covenant that I had made with all the peoples.
11 I ukide se onoga dana, i nevoljni od stada, koji gledahu na me, poznaše doista da bješe rijeè Gospodnja.
It was broken in that day; and thus the poor of the flock that listened to me knew that it was the LORD’s word.
12 I rekoh im: ako vam je drago, dajte mi moju platu; ako li nije, nemojte; i izmjeriše mi platu, trideset srebrnika.
I said to them, “If you think it best, give me my wages; and if not, keep them.” So they weighed for my wages 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.
The LORD said to me, “Throw it to the potter—the handsome price that I was valued at by them!” I took the thirty pieces of silver and threw them to the potter in the LORD’s house.
14 Potom slomih drugi štap svoj, svezu, da ukinem bratstvo izmeðu Jude i Izrailja.
Then I cut apart my other staff, Union, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
15 I Gospod mi reèe: uzmi jošte opravu bezumna pastira.
The LORD said to me, “Take for yourself yet again the equipment 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, behold, I will raise up a shepherd in the land who will not visit those who are cut off, neither will seek those who are scattered, nor heal that which is broken, nor feed that which is sound; but he will eat the meat of the fat sheep, and will tear their hoofs 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 worthless shepherd who leaves the flock! The sword will strike his arm and his right eye. His arm will be completely withered, and his right eye will be totally blinded!”
