Mikas 7
1 Ve mig! Det gaar mig som ved Frugthøst, ved Vinhøstens Efterslæt: Ikke en Drue at spise, ej en Figen, min Sjæl har Lyst til!
Sorrow is mine! for I am as when they have got in the summer fruits, like the last of the grapes: there is nothing for food, not even an early fig for my desire.
2 De fromme er svundet af Landet, ikke et Menneske er sanddru. De lurer alle paa Blod og jager hverandre med Net.
The good man is gone from the earth, there is no one upright among men: they are all waiting secretly for blood, every man is going after his brother with a net.
3 Deres Hænder er flinke til ondt, Fyrsten kræver, Dommeren er villig for Betaling; Stormanden nævner, hvad han begærer; og derefter snor de det sammen.
Their hands are made ready to do evil; the ruler makes requests for money, and the judge is looking for a reward; and the great man gives decisions at his pleasure, and the right is twisted.
4 Den bedste er som en Tornebusk, den ærlige værre end en Tjørnehæk. Dine Vægteres Dag, din Hjemsøgelse kommer, af Rædsel rammes de nu.
The best of them is like a waste plant, and their upright ones are like a wall of thorns. Sorrow! the day of their fate has come; now will trouble come on them.
5 Tro ikke eders Næste, stol ikke paa en Ven, vogt Mundens Døre for hende, du favner!
Put no faith in a friend, do not let your hope be placed in a relation: keep watch on the doors of your mouth against her who is resting on your breast.
6 Thi Søn agter Fader ringe, Datter staar Moder imod, Svigerdatter Svigermoder, en Mand har sine Husfolk til Fjender.
For the son puts shame on his father, the daughter goes against her mother and the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and a man's haters are those of his family.
7 Men jeg vil spejde efter HERREN, jeg bier paa min Frelses Gud; min Gud vil høre mig.
But as for me, I am looking to the Lord; I am waiting for the God of my salvation: the ears of my God will be open to me.
8 Glæd dig ej over mig, min Fjende! Thi jeg faldt, men staar op; om end jeg sidder i Mørke, er HERREN mit Lys.
Do not be glad because of my sorrow, O my hater: after my fall I will be lifted up; when I am seated in the dark, the Lord will be a light to me.
9 Jeg vil bære HERRENS Vrede — jeg synded jo mod ham — indtil han strider for mig og skaffer mig Ret; han fører mig ud i Lys, jeg skal skue hans Retfærd.
I will undergo the wrath of the Lord, because of my sin against him; till he takes up my cause and does what is right for me: when he makes me come out into the light, I will see his righteousness;
10 Min Fjende skal se derpaa og fyldes med Skam, han, som spørger mig: »Hvor er HERREN din Gud?« Mine Øjne skal med Skadefryd se ham, naar han trampes ned som Skarn paa Gaden.
And my hater will see it and be covered with shame; she who said to me, Where is the Lord your God? my eyes will see their desire effected on her, now she will be crushed under foot like the dust of the streets.
11 En Dag skal dine Mure bygges, en Dag skal Grænsen vides ud,
A day for building your walls! in that day will your limits be stretched far and wide.
12 en Dag skal man komme til dig lige fra Assur til Ægypten, lige fra Ægypten til Floden, fra Hav til Hav, fra Bjerg til Bjerg.
In that day they will come to you from Assyria and the towns of Egypt, and from Egypt even to the River, and from sea to sea and from mountain to mountain.
13 Men Jorden og de, som bor derpaa, lægges øde til Løn for deres Værk.
But the land will become a waste because of its people, as the fruit of their works.
14 Vogt med din Stav dit Folk, din Ejendoms Hjord, som bor for sig selv i Skoven, i Frugthavens Midte; lad dem græsse i Basan og Gilead som i gamle Dage!
Keep your people safe with your rod, the flock of your heritage, living by themselves in the woods in the middle of Carmel: let them get their food in Bashan and Gilead as in the past.
15 Giv os Undere at skue, som da du drog ud af Ægypten;
As in the days when you came out from the land of Egypt, let us see things of wonder.
16 lad Folkene se det og blues ved al deres Vælde, lægge Haand paa Mund, lad Ørene døves paa dem!
The nations will see and be shamed because of all their strength; they will put their hands on their mouths, their ears will be stopped.
17 Lad dem slikke Støv som Slangen, som Jordens Kryb, rædde komme frem af deres Borge til HERREN vor Gud og ængstes og frygte for dig!
They will take dust as their food like a snake, like the things which go flat on the earth; they will come shaking with fear out of their secret places: they will come with fear to the Lord our God, full of fear because of you.
18 Hvo er en Gud som du, der tilgiver Brøde, bærer over med Synd hos din Ejendoms Rest, ej evigt gemmer paa Vrede, men gerne er naadig?
Who is a God like you, offering forgiveness for evil-doing and overlooking the sins of the rest of his heritage? he does not keep his wrath for ever, because his delight is in mercy.
19 Han vil atter forbarme sig over os, træde vor Brøde under Fod, du vil kaste alle vore Synder i Havets Dyb!
He will again have pity on us; he will put our sins under his feet: and you will send all our sins down into the heart of the sea.
20 Du vil vise Jakob Trofasthed, Abraham Naade, som du svor vore Fædre til i fordums Dage.
You will make clear your good faith to Jacob and your mercy to Abraham, as you gave your oath to our fathers from times long past.
