Mikas 6
1 Hør, hvad HERREN taler: Kom, fremfør din Trætte for Bjergene, lad Højene høre din Røst!
Hear ye what Jehovah saith! Arise, contend thou before the mountains, And let the hills hear thy voice!
2 I Bjerge, hør HERRENS Trætte, lyt til, I Jordens Grundvolde! Thi HERREN har Trætte med sit Folk, med Israel gaar han i Rette:
Hear, O ye mountains, the controversy of Jehovah! Hear, ye strong foundations of the earth! For Jehovah hath a controversy with his people; He contendeth with Israel.
3 Hvad har jeg gjort dig, mit Folk, med hvad har jeg plaget dig? Svar!
“O my people, what have I done to thee, And wherein have I offended thee? Testify against me!
4 Jeg førte dig jo op fra Ægypten og udløste dig af Trællehuset, og jeg sendte for dit Ansigt Moses, Aron og Mirjam.
I brought thee up from the land of Egypt, And from the house of bondage I redeemed thee; I sent Moses, Aaron, and Miriam, to go before thee.
5 Mit Folk, kom i Hu, hvad Kong Balak af Moab havde i Sinde, og hvad Bileam, Beors Søn, svarede ham, fra Sjittim til Gilgal, for at du kan kende HERRENS Retfærdsgerninger.
O my people, remember what Balak the king of Moab devised. And what Balaam, the son of Beor, answered him, What happened from Shittim to Gilgal, That ye may know the mercies of Jehovah.”
6 »Med hvad skal jeg møde HERREN, bøje mig for Højhedens Gud? Skal jeg møde ham med Brændofre, møde med aargamle Kalve?
Wherewith shall I come before Jehovah, And bow myself before the most high God? Shall I come before him with burnt-offerings, With calves of a year old?
7 Har HERREN Behag i Tusinder af Vædre, Titusinder af Oliestrømme? Skal jeg give min førstefødte for min Synd, mit Livs Frugt som Bod for min Sjæl?«
Will Jehovah be pleased with thousands of rams, Or with ten thousands of rivers of oil? Shall I give my first-born for the sin of my soul, The fruit of my body for my transgression?
8 Det er sagt dig, o Menneske, hvad der er godt, og hvad HERREN kræver af dig: hvad andet end at øve Ret, gerne vise Kærlighed og vandre ydmygt med din Gud.
He hath showed thee, O man, what is good; What doth Jehovah require of thee, But to do justly, and to love mercy, And to walk humbly before thy God?
9 Hør, HERREN raaber til Byen (at frygte dit Navn er Visdom): Hør, Stamme og Byens Menighed!
The voice of Jehovah crieth to the city, And the man of wisdom will discern thee; Hear ye the rod, and who hath threatened it!
10 Skal jeg taale Skattene i den gudløses Hus og den magre, forbandede Efa,
Are there not yet in the houses of the unrighteous the treasures of iniquity, And the scanty measure, which is abominable?
11 tilgive Gudløsheds Vægt og Pungen med falske Lodder?
Shall I count her pure with the wicked balances, And with the bag of deceitful weights?
12 Dens Rigmænd er fulde af Vold, dens Borgeres Tale er Løgn, og Tungen er falsk i deres Mund.
For her rich men are full of violence, And her inhabitants speak lies, And their tongue is deceitful in their mouth.
13 Derfor tog jeg til at slaa dig, ødelægge dig for dine Synder.
Therefore will I sorely smite thee, And make thee desolate on account of thy sins.
14 Du skal spise, men ikke mættes, lige tomt skal dit Indre være; hvad du hengemmer, skal du ej bjærge, og hvad du bjærger, giver jeg Sværdet;
Thou shalt eat and not be satisfied, And hunger shall be within thee. Thou shalt remove, but shalt not save, And what thou savest will I give up to the sword.
15 du skal saa, men ikke høste, perse Oliven, men ikke salve dig, perse Most, men ej drikke Vin.
Thou shalt sow, but shalt not reap; Thou shalt tread the olives, but shalt not anoint thee with oil, And the grapes, but shalt not drink the wine.
16 Du fulgte Omris Skikke, al Akabs Huses Færd; I vandrede efter deres Raad, saa jeg maa gøre dig til Ørk og Byens Borgere til Spot; Folkenes Haan skal I bære.
For ye keep the statutes of Omri, And all the works of the house of Ahab, And walk in their devices; Therefore will I make thee a desolation, And thine inhabitants a derision; And ye shall bear the reproach of my people.
