Amos 5
1 Hør dette Ord, en Klagesang, som jeg istemmer over eder, Israels Hus:
Hear this word that I am bearing to you, A lamentation, O house of Israel:
2 Hun er faldet og rejser sig ikke, Israels Jomfru, henstrakt paa sin Jord, og ingen rejser hende op.
'Fallen, not again to rise, hath the virgin of Israel, Left on her land — she hath no raiser 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 said the Lord Jehovah: The city that is going out a thousand, Doth leave an hundred, And that which is going out an hundred, Doth leave ten to the house of Israel.
4 Thi saa siger HERREN til Israels Hus: Søg mig, saa skal I leve!
For thus said Jehovah to the house of Israel: Seek ye 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.
And seek not Beth-El, and Gilgal enter not, And Beer-Sheba pass not through, For Gilgal doth utterly remove, And Beth-El doth become vanity.
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 Jehovah, and live, Lest He prosper as fire [against] the house of Joseph, And it hath consumed, And there is no quencher for Beth-El.
7 Ve dem, som gør Ret til Malurt og kaster Retfærd i Støvet!
Ye who are turning to wormwood judgment, And righteousness to the earth have put down,
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!
The maker of Kimah and Kesil, And the turner to morning of death-shade, And day [as] night He hath made dark, Who is calling to the waters of the sea, And poureth them on the face of the earth, Jehovah [is] His name;
9 Han lader Ødelæggelse bryde ind over Borge, Ødelæggelse komme over Fæstninger.
Who is brightening up the spoiled against the strong, And the spoiled against a fortress cometh.
10 De hader Rettens Talsmand i Porten og afskyr den, som taler sandt.
They have hated a reprover in the gate, And a plain speaker they abominate.
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 of your trampling on the poor, And the tribute of corn ye take from him, Houses of hewn work ye have built, And ye do not dwell in them, Desirable vineyards ye have planted, And ye do not drink their wine.
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 have known — many [are] your transgressions, And mighty your sins, Adversaries of the righteous, taking ransoms, And the needy in the gate ye turned aside.
13 Derfor tier den kloge i denne Tid, thi det er onde Tider.
Therefore is the wise at that time silent, For 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 good, and not evil, that ye may live, And it is so; Jehovah, God of Hosts, [is] with you, as ye 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 evil, and love good, And set up judgment in the gate, It may be Jehovah, God of Hosts, doth pity 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 said Jehovah, God of Hosts, the Lord, In all broad places [is] lamentation, And in all out-places they say, 'Alas, alas,' And called the husbandman to mourning, And to lamentation the skilful of wailing.
17 i hver en Vingaard skal klages, naar jeg drager igennem din Midte, siger HERREN.
And in all vineyards [is] lamentation, For I pass into thy midst, said Jehovah.
18 Ve eder, som længes efter HERRENS Dag! Hvad vil I med HERRENS Dag? Mørke er den, ej Lys.
Ho, ye who are desiring the day of Jehovah, Why [is] this to you — the day of Jehovah? It is 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 [when] one fleeth from the face of the lion, And the bear hath met him, And he hath come in to the house, And hath leant his hand on the wall, And the serpent hath bitten him.
20 Ja, HERRENS Dag er Mørke, ej Lys, Bælgmørke uden Solskin.
Is not the day of Jehovah darkness and not light, Even thick darkness that hath no brightness?
21 Jeg hader, forsmaar eders Fester, er led ved eders festlige Samlinger,
I have hated — I have loathed your festivals, And I am not refreshed by your restraints.
22 om ogsaa I bringer mig Brændofre. Eders Afgrødeofre behager mig ej, eders Fedekvægs-Takofre ser jeg ej til.
For though ye cause burnt-offerings and your presents to ascend to Me, I am not pleased, And the peace-offering of your fatlings I behold not.
23 Spar mig dog for eders larmende Sang, eders Harpeklang hører jeg ikke.
Turn aside from Me the noise of thy songs, Yea, the praise of thy psaltery I hear not.
24 Nej, Ret skal vælde frem som Vand og Retfærd som svulmende Bæk.
And roll on as waters doth judgment, And righteousness as a perennial stream.
25 Bragte I mig Slagtoffer og Afgrødeoffer de fyrretyve Ørkenaar, Israels Hus?
Sacrifices and offering did ye bring nigh to Me, In a wilderness 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.
And ye bare Succoth your king, and Chiun your images, The star of your god, that ye made for yourselves.
27 I Landflygtighed jager jeg eder hinsides Damaskus, siger HERREN; Hærskarers Gud er hans Navn.
And I removed you beyond Damascus, Said Jehovah, God of Hosts [is] His name.
