Amos 5
1 Hør dette Ord, en Klagesang, som jeg istemmer over eder, Israels Hus:
Hear ye this word, which, I, am taking up concerning you—even a dirge, O house of Israel.
2 Hun er faldet og rejser sig ikke, Israels Jomfru, henstrakt paa sin Jord, og ingen rejser hende op.
She hath fallen—she cannot again rise, the virgin, Israel, —she lieth forsaken on her soil, there is none to raise her up.
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 My Lord, Yahweh, The city that goeth out a thousand strong, shall have left it a hundred, —And, that which goeth out a hundred strong, shall have left it ten, belonging to the house of Israel.
4 Thi saa siger HERREN til Israels Hus: Søg mig, saa skal I leve!
For, thus, saith Yahweh, to the house of Israel, —Seek me, and live;
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.
Then do not seek Bethel, and, Gilgal, shall ye not enter, and, unto Beer-sheba, shall ye not cross over, For, Gilgal, shall, surely go into exile, and, Bethel, shall become a trouble.
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.
Seek ye Yahweh, and live, —lest he break forth, like a fire, upon the house of Joseph, and it devour with none to quench it, for Bethel.
7 Ve dem, som gør Ret til Malurt og kaster Retfærd i Støvet!
Ye who turn, into, wormwood, justice, and, righteousness—to the ground have let fall.
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!
[Seek him] who made the Cluster and the Giant, and turneth, into morning, the shadow of death, and who, day into night, doth darken, Him who calleth to the waters of the sea, and poureth them out on the face of the land, Yahweh, is his name:
9 Han lader Ødelæggelse bryde ind over Borge, Ødelæggelse komme over Fæstninger.
Him who flasheth force on the strong, —and, force, on the fortress, alighteth!
10 De hader Rettens Talsmand i Porten og afskyr den, som taler sandt.
They hate the man who, in the gate, rebuketh, —and, him who speaketh truthfully, they abhor.
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.
Therefore—because ye have trampled on the poor, and, the gift of corn, ye would take away from him, though, houses of hewn stone, ye have built, Yet shall ye not dwell in them, —Though, delightful vineyards, ye have planted, Yet shall ye not drink the 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 how numerous are your transgressions, and how surpassing your sins, —ye adversaries of the righteous! ye acceptors of a bribe! Even the needy in the gate, have they turned away!
13 Derfor tier den kloge i denne Tid, thi det er onde Tider.
Therefore, the prudent man, at that time, will be dumb, —Because an evil time, it is!
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.
Seek ye right and not wrong, that ye nay live, —that, so, Yahweh God of hosts, may be with you, as ye have said.
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 wrong, and love right, and station, Justice, in the gate, —Peradventure, Yahweh, God of hosts, will be gracious unto the remnant of Joseph.
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;
Therefore, thus, saith Yahweh, God of hosts, My Lord, In all broadways, shall be lamentation, and, in all streets, shall they say, Alas! Alas! And they shall call the husbandman unto the mourning, and, unto the lamentation, them who know a wailing song;
17 i hver en Vingaard skal klages, naar jeg drager igennem din Midte, siger HERREN.
Ye, in all vineyards, lamentation, —For I will pass along through thy midst, saith Yahweh.
18 Ve eder, som længes efter HERRENS Dag! Hvad vil I med HERRENS Dag? Mørke er den, ej Lys.
Alas for them who are longing for the day of Yahweh, —What good to you, is the day of Yahweh? it, being darkness 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 should flee from the face of a lion, and there should meet him—a bear! or he should have entered the house, and leaned his hand upon the wall, and there should bite him—a serpent!
20 Ja, HERRENS Dag er Mørke, ej Lys, Bælgmørke uden Solskin.
Shall not the day of Yahweh be, darkness, and not light? yea, thick darkness and no brightness in it?
21 Jeg hader, forsmaar eders Fester, er led ved eders festlige Samlinger,
I hate, I despise your festivals, —and can scent no fragrance in your solemn feasts.
22 om ogsaa I bringer mig Brændofre. Eders Afgrødeofre behager mig ej, eders Fedekvægs-Takofre ser jeg ej til.
Nay, though ye cause to ascend unto me ascending-sacrifices, and your meal-offerings, I will not accept [them], —nor, the peace-offering of your fat heifers, will I regard.
23 Spar mig dog for eders larmende Sang, eders Harpeklang hører jeg ikke.
Take thou away from me, the noise of thy songs, —Even the melody of thy harps, will I not hear.
24 Nej, Ret skal vælde frem som Vand og Retfærd som svulmende Bæk.
But let, justice, roll along like water, —and, righteousness, as a torrent over flowing.
25 Bragte I mig Slagtoffer og Afgrødeoffer de fyrretyve Ørkenaar, Israels Hus?
The sacrifices and meal-offering, ye brought near unto me, in the desert, for forty years O house of Israel;
26 Saa skal I da bære Sakkut, eders Konge, og Kevan, eders Gudestjerne, Billeder, som I har lavet eder.
But ye carried the tent of your king-idol, and your Saturn-images, —the star of your gods, which ye made for yourselves:
27 I Landflygtighed jager jeg eder hinsides Damaskus, siger HERREN; Hærskarers Gud er hans Navn.
Therefore will I carry you into exile beyond Damascus, —saith Yahweh, God of hosts, is his name.
