< Mikas 7 >
1 Ve mig! thi det er gaaet mig som ved Indsamlingen af Sommerfrugt, som ved Eftersankningen efter Vinhøsten; der er ikke en Vindrue til at æde, ingen tidlig moden Figen, som min Sjæl havde Lyst til.
Alas for me! for I am become as gatherings of summer fruit, as gleaning-grapes in harvest, there is no cluster to eat, the first ripe fruit, my soul, craved.
2 Den fromme er forsvunden fra Jorden, og der er ikke en oprigtig iblandt Menneskene: De lure alle efter Blod, jage den ene deji anden i Garnet.
Perished is the man of lovingkindness out of the earth, and, upright among men, is there none, —they all, for bloodshed, lie in wait. Every man—for his brother, do they hunt as for one devoted to destruction.
3 Til det onde ere Hænder rede for at gøre det til Gavns; Fyrsten gør Fordring, og Dommeren er villig for Gentjeneste, og den mægtige udtaler sin Sjæls Attraa, og saa sno de det sammen.
Of wickedness with both hands to make sure, the ruler, doth make demand—and the judge—for a recompense, —and, as for the great man, he, is putting into words the desire of his soul, So have they woven the net!
4 Den bedste af dem er som Torn, den oprigtigste som et Tjørnegærde; dine Vægteres Dag, din Hjemsøgelse kommer; nu skal deres Forstyrrelse være der.
The best of them, is as a sharp briar, and, the most upright, worse than a thorn hedge, The day of thy watchmen—of thy visitation, hath come, Now, shall be their confusion!
5 Tror ikke paa en Ven, forlader eder ikke paa en fortrolig: Var din Munds Døre for hende, som ligger ved din Barm.
Do not trust in a friend, do not put confidence in an associate, —from her that lieth in thy bosom, keep thou the doors of thy mouth;
6 Thi Sønnen ringeagter Faderen, Datteren sætter sig op imod sin Moder, Sønnens Hustru imod sin Mands Moder, en Mand har Fjender i sine egne Husfolk.
For, the son, treateth as foolish, the father, and, the daughter, riseth up against, her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law, —The foes of a man, are the men of his own house.
7 Men jeg vil skue ud efter Herren, jeg vil bie efter min Frelses Gud; min Gud vil høre mig.
But, I, for Yahweh, will watch, I will wait for the God of my salvation, —My God, will hear me.
8 Glæd dig ikke over mig, min Modstanderinde! thi er jeg falden, skal jeg staa op igen, og sidder jeg i Mørket, skal Herren være mit Lys.
Do not rejoice, O mine enemy, against me, Though I fall, I shall rise again! Though I sit in darkness, Yahweh, is a light to me.
9 Herrens Vrede vil jeg bære, thi jeg har syndet imod ham, — indtil han udfører min Sag og skaffer mig Ret; han skal føre mig ud til Lyset, jeg skal skue hans Retfærdighed.
The indignation of Yahweh, will I bear, for I have sinned against him, —until he take up my controversy, then will he do me justice, he will bring me forth to the light, I shall behold his righteousness.
10 Og min Modstanderinde maa se det, og Skam skal bedække hende, idet hun siger til mig: Hvor er Herren din Gud? mine Øjne skulle se deres Lyst paa hende; nu skal hun blive til at nedtrædes som Dynd paa Gader.
So shall she who had been mine enemy fear, and shame, shall cover her, who used to say unto me—Where is Yahweh thy God? Mine own eyes, shall look upon her, Now, shall she become one to he trodden down, like the mire of the lanes.
11 Der kommer en Dag, da man skal bygge dine Mure; paa denne Dag skal Grænse være fjern.
On the day for building thy walls, —on that day, far away shall be thy boundary:
12 Paa den Dag, da skal man komme til dig lige fra Assur og Ægyptens Stæder, og lige fra Ægypten og indtil Floden, og til Hav fra Hav, og fra Bjerg til Bjerget.
The very day, that, against thee, shall one come from Assyria, and [from] the cities of Egypt; yea from Egypt, even unto the River, and from sea to sea, and from mountain to mountain:
13 Og Jorden skal blive til Øde for sine Beboeres Skyld, formedelst deres Idrætters Frugt.
Though the land become a desolation, because of them that dwell therein, —by reason of the fruit of their doings.
14 Vogt med din Stav dit Folk, din Arvs Hjord, som bor ene for sig, i Skoven midt paa Karmel; lad dem græsse i Basan og Gilead som i gamle Dage!
Shepherd thou thy people with thy rod, the flock of thine inheritance, Dwell thou alone, a jungle in the midst of a fruitful field, —Let them feed in Bashan and in Gilead, as in the days of age-past times.
15 Som i de Dage, da du drog ud af Ægyptens Land, vil jeg lade det se underfulde Ting.
As in the days of thy coming forth out of the land of Egypt, will I shew him wonders.
16 Hedningerne skulle se det og beskæmmes for al deres Vælde; de skulle lægge Haand paa Mund; deres Øren skulle blive døve.
Nations, shall see, that they may turn pale at all their valour, —they shall lay hand on mouth, their ears, shall be silent:
17 De skulle slikke Støv som Slangen, som Jordens Kryb skulle de komme bævende frem fra deres Borge; til Herren vor Gud skulle de skælvende komme og frygte for dig.
They shall lick the dust like the serpent, Like the crawlers of the earth, shall they come quaking out of their fastnesses, —Towards Yahweh our God, shall they pay adoration, and shall fear because of thee.
18 Hvo er en Gud som du, der borttager Misgerning og gaar Overtrædelse forbi for det overblevne af sin Arv? han holder ikke fast ved sin Vrede evindelig, thi han har Lyst til Miskundhed.
Who is a GOD like unto thee, taking away the iniquity—and passing over the transgression—of the remnant of his inheritance? He hath not held fast, perpetually, his anger, for, one who delighteth in lovingkindness, is he!
19 Han skal atter forbarme sig over os, han skal træde vore Misgerninger under Fødder; og du skal kaste alle deres Synder i Havets Dyb.
He will again have compassion upon us, he will subdue our iniquities, —Thou wilt cast—into the depths of the sea—all their sins.
20 Du skal bevise Jakob Sandhed, Abraham Miskundhed, som du har svoret vore Fædre fra de gamle Dage af.
Thou wilt grant—the faithfulness to Jacob, the lovingkindness to Abraham, —which thou didst swear to our fathers, from the days of ancient time.