Ezekiel 19

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

А ти наричи за кнезовима Израиљевим;

2 And say, What is your mother? A lioness: she lay down among lions, she nourished her whelps among young lions.

И реци: Шта беше мати твоја? Лавица; међу лавовима лежаше, млад своју међу лавовима храњаше.

3 And she brought up one of her whelps: it became a young lion, and it learned to catch the prey; it devoured men.

И отхрани једно младо своје, и поста лавић, и научив се ловити ждераше људе.

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

И чуше народи за њ; ухвати се у јаму њихову, и одведоше га у веригама у земљу мисирску.

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

А она кад виде где се надала, али јој нада пропаде, узе једно младо своје, и учини од њега лавића.

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

И он идући међу лавовима поста лавић, и научи се ловити и ждераше људе.

7 And he knew their desolate palaces, and he laid waste their cities; and the land was desolate, and the fullness thereof, by the noise of his roaring.

И позна дворе њихове, и пустошаше градове њихове тако да опусте земља и шта је у њој од рике његове.

8 Then the nations set against him on every side from the provinces, and spread their net over him: he was taken in their pit.

И усташе на њ народи из околних земаља, и разапеше му мрежу своју, и ухвати се у јаму њихову.

9 And they put him in ward in chains, and brought him to the king of Babylon: they brought him into holds, that his voice should no more be heard on the mountains of Israel.

И метнуше га у крлетку у веригама, и одведоше га цару вавилонском, и метнуше га у град да му се више не чује глас по горама Израиљевим.

10 Your mother is like a vine in your blood, planted by the waters: she was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.

Док беше миран, мати твоја беше као винова лоза, посађена крај воде, родна и граната беше од многе воде.

11 And she had strong rods for the scepters of them that bore rule, and her stature was exalted among the thick branches, and she appeared in her height with the multitude of her branches.

И беху на њој јаки прутови за палицу владалачку, и растом својим узвиси се изнад густих грана, и би наочита висином својом, мноштвом грана својих.

12 But she was plucked up in fury, she was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up her fruit: her strong rods were broken and withered; the fire consumed them.

Али би ишчупана у гневу и на земљу бачена, и устока осуши род њен; поломише се и посушише се јаки прутови њени; огањ их прождре.

13 And now she is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty ground.

А сада је посађена у пустињи, у земљи сувој и безводној.

14 And fire is gone out of a rod of her branches, which has devoured her fruit, so that she has no strong rod to be a scepter to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.

И изађе огањ из прута грана њених и прождре род њен да нема на њој прута јаког за палицу владалачку. То је нарицање, и биће нарицање.