Ezekiel 19

1 “Moreover, take up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,

Du menneskesøn istem en klagesang over Israels fyrster og sig:

2 and say, ‘What was your mother? A lioness. She couched among lions, in the middle of the young lions she nourished her cubs.

Hvor var dog din Moder en Løvinde midt iblandt Løver! Hun hviled blandt unge Løver opfostred Unger.

3 She brought up one of her cubs. He became a young lion. He learned to catch the prey. He devoured men.

En Unge voksede til, en Ungløve blev den; den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker åd den.

4 The nations also heard of him. He was taken in their pit; and they brought him with hooks to the land of Egypt.

Da opbød man Folkene mod den, i Grav blev den fanget, de slæbte den bort med Kroge til Ægyptens Land.

5 “‘Now when she saw that she had waited, and her hope was lost, then she took another of her cubs, and made him a young lion.

Da hun så, at den var ført bort, at Håbet var bristet, tog hun en anden Unge og gjorde til Løve.

6 He went up and down among the lions. He became a young lion. He learned to catch the prey. He devoured men.

Den gik imellem Løvinder, en Ungløve blev den, den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker åd den.

7 He knew their palaces, and laid waste their cities. The land was desolate with its fullness, because of the noise of his roaring.

Den overfaldt Vædre på Græs, var Hjordenes Rædsel Landet og dets Fylde stivned af Angst for dens Brøl.

8 Then the nations attacked him on every side from the provinces. They spread their net over him. He was taken in their pit.

Og Folkene lagde Snarer rundt omkring den, over den bredte de Nettet, i Grav blev den fanget.

9 They put him in a cage with hooks, and brought him to the king of Babylon. They brought him into strongholds, so that his voice should no more be heard on the mountains of Israel.

De trak den med Kroge i Bur og førte den til Babels Konge, hen til Borgen, at dens Røst ej mer skulde høres på Israels Bjerge.

10 “‘Your mother was like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters. It was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.

Din Moder var en Vinstok i Vingården, plantet ved Vand, frugtbar og rig på Grene ved rigelig Væde.

11 It had strong branches for the scepters of those who ruled. Their stature was exalted among the thick boughs. They were seen in their height with the multitude of their branches.

En af dens Grene blev til et Herskerspir dens knejsende Vækst skød op imellem Løvet, let at se i sin Højde, med mange Ranker.

12 But it was plucked up in fury. It was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit. Its strong branches were broken off and withered. The fire consumed them.

Men, i Vrede blev Vinstokken oprykt, slænget til Jorden, Østenstorm tørred dens Frugt, den reves af, dens stolte Gren blev vissen, Ild åd den op.

13 Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.

Nu er den plantet i Ørkenen, et tørt og tørstigt Land.

14 Fire has gone out of its branches. It has devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong branch to be a scepter to rule.’ This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.”

Ild for ud af dens Gren, fortæred dens Ranker og Frugt: en stolt Gren findes ej på den til Herskerspir. Dette er en Klagesang, og en Klagesang blev det.