Ezekiel 19

 
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                                    1 Du menneskesøn istem en klagesang over Israels fyrster og sig:                                

                                    1 “As for you, take up a lamentation for the princes of Israel                                
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                                    2 Hvor var dog din Moder en Løvinde midt iblandt Løver! Hun hviled blandt unge Løver opfostred Unger.                                

                                    2 and say,‘What was your mother?A lioness among lions!She lay down among young lions,She reared her cubs.                                
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                                    3 En Unge voksede til, en Ungløve blev den; den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker åd den.                                

                                    3 ‘When she brought up one of her cubs,He became a lion,And he learned to tear his prey;He devoured men.                                
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                                    4 Da opbød man Folkene mod den, i Grav blev den fanget, de slæbte den bort med Kroge til Ægyptens Land.                                

                                    4 ‘Then nations heard about him;He was captured in their pit,And they brought him with hooksTo the land of Egypt.                                
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                                    5 Da hun så, at den var ført bort, at Håbet var bristet, tog hun en anden Unge og gjorde til Løve.                                

                                    5 ‘When she saw, as she waited,That her hope was lost,She took another of her cubsAnd made him a young lion.                                
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                                    6 Den gik imellem Løvinder, en Ungløve blev den, den lærte at røve Rov, Mennesker åd den.                                

                                    6 ‘And he walked about among the lions;He became a young lion,He learned to tear his prey;He devoured men.                                
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                                    7 Den overfaldt Vædre på Græs, var Hjordenes Rædsel Landet og dets Fylde stivned af Angst for dens Brøl.                                

                                    7 ‘He destroyed their fortified towersAnd laid waste their cities;And the land and its fullness were appalledBecause of the sound of his roaring.                                
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                                    8 Og Folkene lagde Snarer rundt omkring den, over den bredte de Nettet, i Grav blev den fanget.                                

                                    8 ‘Then nations set against himOn every side from their provinces,And they spread their net over him;He was captured in their pit.                                
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                                    9 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.                                

                                    9 ‘They put him in a cage with hooksAnd brought him to the king of Babylon;They brought him in hunting netsSo that his voice would be heard no moreOn the mountains of Israel.                                
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                                    10 Din Moder var en Vinstok i Vingården, plantet ved Vand, frugtbar og rig på Grene ved rigelig Væde.                                

                                    10 ‘Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard,Planted by the waters;It was fruitful and full of branchesBecause of abundant waters.                                
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                                    11 En af dens Grene blev til et Herskerspir dens knejsende Vækst skød op imellem Løvet, let at se i sin Højde, med mange Ranker.                                

                                    11 ‘And it had strong branches fit for scepters of rulers,And its height was raised above the cloudsSo that it was seen in its height with the mass of its branches.                                
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                                    12 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.                                

                                    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 branch was torn offSo that it withered;The fire consumed it.                                
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                                    13 Nu er den plantet i Ørkenen, et tørt og tørstigt Land.                                

                                    13 ‘And now it is planted in the wilderness,In a dry and thirsty land.                                
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                                    14 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. ﻿                                

                                    14 ‘And fire has gone out from its branch;It has consumed its shoots and fruit,So that there is not in it a strong branch,A scepter to rule.’”This is a lamentation, and has become a lamentation.