Amos 5
1 Hør dette Ord, en Klagesang, som jeg istemmer over eder, Israels Hus:
Heare ye this worde, which I lift vp vpon you, euen a lamentation of the house of Israel.
2 Hun er faldet og rejser sig ikke, Israels Jomfru, henstrakt paa sin Jord, og ingen rejser hende op.
The virgine Israel is fallen, and shall no more rise: shee is left vpon her lande, and there is none to raise her vp.
3 Thi saa siger den Herre HERREN: Den By, som gaar i Leding med tusind, faar hundred tilbage, og den som gaar i Leding med hundred, faar ti tilbage i Israels Hus.
For thus saith ye Lord God, The citie which went out by a thousand, shall leaue an hundreth: and that which went forth by an hundreth, shall leaue ten to the house of Israel.
4 Thi saa siger HERREN til Israels Hus: Søg mig, saa skal I leve!
For thus saith the Lord vnto the house of Israel, Seeke ye me, and ye shall liue.
5 Søg ikke til Betel, gaa ikke til Gilgal, drag ikke til Be'ersjeba! Thi Gilgal skal blive landflygtig, og Betel skal blive til intet.
But seeke not Beth-el, nor enter into Gilgal, and go not to Beer-sheba: for Gilgal shall goe into captiuitie, and Beth-el shall come to nought.
6 Søg HERREN, saa skal I leve, at ikke en Lue slaar ud, en ædende Ild mod Josefs Hus, og Betel har ingen, som slukker.
Seeke the Lord, and yee shall liue, least he breake out like fire in the house of Ioseph and deuoure it, and there be none to quench it in Beth-el.
7 Ve dem, som gør Ret til Malurt og kaster Retfærd i Støvet!
They turne iudgement to wormewood, and leaue off righteousnes in the earth.
8 Syvstjernens og Orions Skaber, han, som vender Mulm til Morgen og gør Dag til Nattemørke, som kalder ad Havets Vande og gyder dem ud over Jorden, HERREN er hans Navn!
He maketh Pleiades, and Orion, and he turneth the shadowe of death into the morning, and he maketh the day darke as night: he calleth the waters of the sea, and powreth them out vpon the open earth: the Lord is his Name.
9 Han lader Ødelæggelse bryde ind over Borge, Ødelæggelse komme over Fæstninger.
He strengtheneth the destroyer against the mightie: and the destroyer shall come against the fortresse.
10 De hader Rettens Talsmand i Porten og afskyr den, som taler sandt.
They haue hated him, that rebuked in the gate: and they abhorred him that speaketh vprightly.
11 Derfor, da I træder paa den ringe og tager Afgift af hans Korn, skal I vel bygge Kvaderstenshuse, men ikke bo deri; I skal vel plante yndige Vingaarde, men Vinen skal I ikke drikke.
Forasmuch then as your treading is vpon the poore, and yee take from him burdens of wheate, ye haue built houses of hewen stone, but ye shall not dwel in them: ye haue plated pleasant vineyards, but ye shall not drinke wine of them.
12 Jeg ved, eders Overtrædelser er mange og uden Tal eders Synder, I Rettens Fjender, som tager mod Bøde og bortviser fattige i Porten.
For I know your manifold transgressions, and your mightie sinnes: they afflict the iust, they take rewards, and they oppresse the poore in ye gate.
13 Derfor tier den kloge i denne Tid, thi det er onde Tider.
Therefore the prudent shall keepe silence in that time, for it is an euill time.
14 Søg det gode, ej det onde, for at I maa leve, og HERREN, Hærskarers Gud, maa være med eder, som I siger, han er.
Seeke good and not euil, that ye may liue: and the Lord God of hostes shalbe with you, as you haue spoken.
15 Had det onde og elsk det gode, hold Retten i Hævd i Porten! Maaske vil da HERREN, Hærskarers Gud, være naadig mod Josefs Rest.
Hate the euil, and loue the good, and establish iudgement in the gate: it may bee that the Lord God of hostes will be mercifull vnto the remnant of Ioseph.
16 Derfor, saa siger HERREN, Herren, Hærskarers Gud: Paa alle Torve skal klages, i alle Gader raabes: »Ve! Ve!« Bonden kalder til Sorg, til Ligklage Klagemænd;
Therfore the Lord God of hosts, the Lord saith thus, Mourning shalbe in all streetes: and they shall say in al the hie wayes, Alas, alas: and they shall call the husbandman to lamentation, and such as can mourne, to mourning.
17 i hver en Vingaard skal klages, naar jeg drager igennem din Midte, siger HERREN.
And in al the vines shalbe lamentation: for I wil passe through thee, saith the Lord.
18 Ve eder, som længes efter HERRENS Dag! Hvad vil I med HERRENS Dag? Mørke er den, ej Lys.
Woe vnto you, that desire the day of the Lord: what haue you to do with it? the day of the Lord is darkenes and not light.
19 Da gaar det, som naar en Mand flyr for en Løve og møder en Bjørn og, naar han tyr ind i Huset og støtter sin Haand til Væggen, bides af en Slange.
As if a man did flee from a lyon, and a beare met him: or went into the house, and leaned his hand on the wall, and a serpent bit him.
20 Ja, HERRENS Dag er Mørke, ej Lys, Bælgmørke uden Solskin.
Shal not the day of the Lord be darkenes, and not light? euen darkenes and no light in it?
21 Jeg hader, forsmaar eders Fester, er led ved eders festlige Samlinger,
I hate and abhorre your feast dayes, and I wil not smelll in your solemne assemblies.
22 om ogsaa I bringer mig Brændofre. Eders Afgrødeofre behager mig ej, eders Fedekvægs-Takofre ser jeg ej til.
Though ye offer me burnt offrings and meat offrings, I wil not accept them: neither will I regard the peace offrings of your fat beasts.
23 Spar mig dog for eders larmende Sang, eders Harpeklang hører jeg ikke.
Take thou away from me the multitude of thy songs (for I wil not heare the melodie of thy violes)
24 Nej, Ret skal vælde frem som Vand og Retfærd som svulmende Bæk.
And let iudgement runne downe as waters, and righteousnesse as a mightie riuer.
25 Bragte I mig Slagtoffer og Afgrødeoffer de fyrretyve Ørkenaar, Israels Hus?
Haue ye offered vnto me sacrifices and offrings in the wildernesse fourtie yeeres, O house of Israel?
26 Saa skal I da bære Sakkut, eders Konge, og Kevan, eders Gudestjerne, Billeder, som I har lavet eder.
But you haue borne Siccuth your King, and Chiun your images, and the starre of your gods, which ye made to your selues.
27 I Landflygtighed jager jeg eder hinsides Damaskus, siger HERREN; Hærskarers Gud er hans Navn.
Therefore wil I cause you to goe into captiuitie beyond Damascus, saith the Lord, whose Name is the God of hostes.
