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Knjiga proroka Isaije 23
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Knjiga proroka Isaije
Capítulo 23
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Breme Tiru.
Ridajte lađe tarsiske,
jer je raskopan, da nema kuće niti ko dolazi.
Iz zemlje kitimske javi im se.
2
Umuknite koji živite na ostrvu,
koje trgovci sidonski pomorci puniše.
3
I dohodi mu behu po velikim vodama
seme siorsko, žetva s reke,
i beše trg narodima.
4
Stidi se, Sidone, jer govori more,
sila morska veli:
Ne mučim se porođajem, ne rađam,
ne odgajam momke, ne podižem devojke.
5
Kao što se ožalostiše kad čuše za Misir,
tako će se ožalostiti kad čuju za Tir.
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Idite u Tarsis,
ridajte ostrvljani!
7
Je li to vaš veseli grad,
čija je starina od davnina?
Njegove će ga noge zaneti daleko u tuđinstvo.
8
Ko je to smislio na Tir,
koji razdavaše vence,
čiji trgovci behu knezovi,
i prekupci slavni na zemlji?
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Gospod je nad vojskama to smislio,
da osramoti ponos svake slave
i da poništi sve slavne na zemlji.
10
Pređi preko zemlje svoje kao potok, kćeri tarsiska;
nema više pojasa.
11
Ruku svoju podiže na more, zadrma carstva;
Gospod je zapovedio za Hanan da se raskopaju gradovi njegovi.
12
I veli:
Nećeš se više veseliti, osramoćena devojko, kćeri sidonska.
Ustani, idi u Kitim, ni onde nećeš imati mira.
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Eto zemlje haldejske; tog naroda nije bilo; Asur je osnova za one koji živehu u pustinjama, podigoše kule u njoj, pogradiše dvorove; i obrati se u razvaline.
14
Ridajte lađe tarsiske,
jer je raskopan vaš grad.
15
I tada će Tir biti zarobljen sedamdeset godina, za vek jednog cara, a posle sedamdeset godina pevaće se Tiru kao kurvi:
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Uzmi gusle, idi po gradu, zaboravljena kurvo;
dobro udaraj, pevaj i popevaj,
eda bi te se opet opomenuli.
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Jer posle sedamdeset godina Gospod će pohoditi Tir, a on će se vratiti na kurvarsku zaslugu svoju, i kurvaće se sa svim carstvima na zemlji.
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Ali će trgovina njegova i zasluga njegova biti posvećena Gospodu, neće se ostavljati ni čuvati, nego će trgovina njegova biti onima koji nastavaju pred Gospodom da jedu do sitosti i imaju odelo dobro.
Isaiah
Capítulo 23
1
The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.
2
Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
3
And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.
4
Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.
5
As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.
6
Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.
7
Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
8
Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?
9
The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
10
Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.
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He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD hath given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy the strong holds thereof.
12
And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.
13
Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.
14
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.
15
And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.
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Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
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¶ And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit Tyre, and she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.
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And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.