Mikas 4

1 Og det skal ske i de sidste Dage, at HERRENS Huses Bjerg, grundfæstet paa Bjergenes Top, skal løfte sig op over Højene. Did skal Folkeslag strømme

And this shall be: In the last days, the mountain of the house of the Lord will be prepared at the top of the mountains and high above the hills. And the people will flow to it.

2 og talrige Folk komme vandrende: »Kom, lad os drage til HERRENS Bjerg, til Jakobs Guds Hus; os skal han lære sine Veje, saa vi kan gaa paa hans Stier; thi fra Zion udgaar Aabenbaring, fra Jerusalem HERRENS Ord.«

And many nations will hurry, and will say: “Come, let us ascend to the mountain of the Lord and to the house of the God of Jacob. And he will teach us about his ways, and we will walk in his paths.” For the law will go forth from Zion, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.

3 Da dømmer han mange Folkeslag imellem, skifter Ret mellem talrige, fjerne Folk; deres Sværd skal de smede til Plovjern, deres Spyd til Vingaardsknive; Folk skal ej løfte Sværd mod Folk, ej øve sig i Vaabenfærd mer.

And he will judge among the many peoples, and he will correct strong nations, even from afar. And they will cut up their swords into plows, and their spears into hoes. Nation will not take up the sword against nation, and they will no longer learn to wage war.

4 Da sidder hver under sin Vinstok og sit Figentræ, og ingen skræmmer dem, saa sandt Hærskarers HERRES Mund har talet.

And a man will sit under his vine and under his fig tree, and there will be no one to fear, for the mouth of the Lord of hosts has spoken.

5 Thi alle Folkeslag vandrer hvert i sin Guds Navn, men vi vil vandre i HERREN vor Guds Navn for evigt og altid.

For all people will walk, each one in the name of his god. But we will walk in the name of the Lord our God, forever and ever.

6 Paa hin Dag, lyder det fra HERREN, samler jeg det, der halter, sanker det spredte sammen og det, jeg har hjemsøgt med ondt.

In that day, says the Lord, I will gather together the lame. And I will recover her whom I had rejected, and her whom I had afflicted.

7 Det haltende gør jeg til en Rest, det svage til et kraftigt Folk; og HERREN er Konge over dem paa Zions Bjerg fra nu og til evig Tid.

And I will place the lame within the remnant, and she who had been in distress, within a healthy people. And the Lord will reign over them on Mount Zion, from the present time and even unto eternity.

8 Men du, o Hyrdetaarn, Zions Datters Høj, til dig skal det komme, det forrige Herredømme tilfalde dig, Jerusalems Datters Rige.

And you, cloudy tower of the flock of the daughter of Zion, even to you it will come. And the first power will arrive, the kingdom to the daughter of Jerusalem.

9 Hvi skriger du dog saa højt? Er Kongen ikke i dig? Er da din Raadgiver borte, nu du grebes af Fødselsveer?

Now, why have you come together in grief? Is there not a king in you, or has your counselor gone away? For sorrow has overtaken you, like the pain of giving birth.

10 Vrid dig og vaand dig som i Barnsnød, Zions Datter! Thi nu skal du ud af Byen og bo paa Marken, og du skal komme til Babel; der skal du frelses, der vil HERREN genløse dig af dine Fjenders Haand.

Be grieved and overwhelmed, daughter of Zion, like a woman giving birth. For now you must depart from the city and dwell in the countryside, and you will approach even to Babylon. There you will be delivered. There the Lord will redeem you from the hand of your adversaries.

11 Nu er de samlet imod dig, de mange Folk, som siger: »Vanæres skal det; vort Øje skal se med Skadefryd paa Zion.«

And now many peoples have been gathered together against you, and they say, “Let her be stoned and let our eyes gaze upon Zion.”

12 Men de, de kender ikke det mindste til HERRENS Tanker, de fatter ikke hans Raad, at han samled dem som Neg paa Lo.

But they have not known the thoughts of the Lord, and they have not understood his counsel. For he has gathered them together like hay on a threshing floor.

13 Op og tærsk, du Zions Datter! Thi jeg giver dig Horn af Jern, jeg giver dig Klove af Kobber. Du skal knuse de mange Folk, lægge Band paa Byttet for HERREN, paa Godset for al Jordens Herre.

Rise and thresh, daughter of Zion. For I will set your horn like iron, and I will set your hoofs like brass. And you will shatter many peoples, and you will immolate their spoils for the Lord, and their strength for the Lord of the whole earth.