Ezekiel 19
1 A ti, sine čovječji, protuži tužaljkom za knezovima izraelskim.
“And you, lift up a lamentation to princes of Israel,
2 Reci: Što bijaše tvoja mati? Lavica među lavovima, ležala je među lavićima, hraneći mladunčad svoju.
and you have said: What [is] your mother? A lioness, She has crouched down among lions, She has multiplied her whelps in the midst of young lions.
3 I othrani jedno mlado, koje lavom posta. Naučiv se plijen derati, stade ljude proždirati!
And she brings up one of her whelps, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
4 Narodi se protiv njega udružiše, lav upade u jamu njihovu, na lancu ga odvedoše u zemlju egipatsku.
And nations hear of him, He has been caught in their pit, And they bring him to the land of Egypt in chains.
5 A kad mati vidje da uzalud čeka i da joj nada propade, uze drugo mlado i od njega lava učini.
And as she waited she sees that her hope has perished, And she takes one of her whelps, She has made him a young lion.
6 Živeć' tako među lavovima, i on lavom posta. Naučiv se plijen derati, stade ljude proždirati,
And he goes up and down in the midst of lions, He has been a young lion, And he learns to tear prey, He has devoured man.
7 utvrde im rušiti, pustošiti gradove. Uzdrhta zemlja i sve na njoj od silne rike njegove.
And he knows his forsaken habitations, And he has laid waste [to] their cities, And the land and its fullness is desolate, Because of the voice of his roaring.
8 Ali se ljudi iz okolnih mjesta protiv njega podigoše i zamke mu postaviše; i lav se uhvati u jamu njihovu.
And surrounding nations set against him from the provinces. And they spread out their net for him, He has been caught in their pit.
9 Okovana u kavez ga zatvoriše, odvedoše kralju babilonskom, ondje ga u kulu zatočiše, da mu se više ne čuje rika po gorama izraelskim.
And they put him in prison—in chains, And they bring him to the king of Babylon, They bring him into bulwarks, So that his voice is not heard On mountains of Israel anymore.
10 Mati tvoja bješe kao loza pokraj vode zasađena, rodna i granata od obilja vode!
Your mother, like the vine in your blood, Is being planted by waters, She was bearing fruit and full of boughs, Because of many waters.
11 Imala je jaku granu za palicu vladalačku: uzdiže se nad krošnju, naočita visinom, mnoštvom grančica.
And she has strong rods for scepters of rulers, And she is high in stature above—between thick branches, And it appears in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
12 Al' u gnjevu bješe iščupana i na zemlju bačena. Istočnjak joj rod sasuši: polomi se i uvenu jaka grana njezina i vatra je svu proguta.
And she is plucked up in fury, She has been cast to the earth, And the east wind has dried up her fruit, [The] rod of her strength has been broken and withered, Fire has consumed it.
13 U pustinju bje presađena, u zemlju suhu, bezvodnu.
And now she is planted in a wilderness, In a dry and thirsty land.
14 Al' liznu oganj iz pruta njezina i spali joj grane i plodove! I nema više na njoj grane jake za palicu vladalačku.” To je, evo tužaljka, i ostat će tužaljka.
And fire goes forth from a rod of her boughs, It has devoured her fruit, And she has no rod of strength—a scepter to rule, A lamentation—and she has become for a lamentation!”
