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!
Woe is me! for I am as in the gathering of the summer-fruits, as in the grape-gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fruit for which my soul longeth.
2 De fromme er svundet af Landet, ikke et Menneske er sanddru. De lurer alle paa Blod og jager hverandre med Net.
The pious hath disappeared out of the land; and the upright among men there is none; all of them lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man 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.
For the evil of your hands you expect good? while the prince demandeth [bribes], and the judge acteth for pay; and the great man is only speaking the wilful pleasure of his soul: and so do they make a network [of wrong].
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 brier; the most upright is [sharper] than a thorn-hedge: the day of thy watchmen, thy punishment, is come; now shall be perplexity among them.
5 Tro ikke eders Næste, stol ikke paa en Ven, vogt Mundens Døre for hende, du favner!
Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not confidence in a confidant: from her that lieth in thy bosom guard the doors of thy mouth.
6 Thi Søn agter Fader ringe, Datter staar Moder imod, Svigerdatter Svigermoder, en Mand har sine Husfolk til Fjender.
For the son disgraceth the father, the daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; a man's enemies are the men of his own house.
7 Men jeg vil spejde efter HERREN, jeg bier paa min Frelses Gud; min Gud vil høre mig.
But I—I will look unto the Lord; I will wait for the God of my salvation: my God will hear 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.
Rejoice not, O my enemy, over me: though I am fallen, I rise again: though I should sit in darkness, the Lord will be a light unto 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.
The indignation of the Lord will I bear, because I have sinned against him; until that he plead my cause, and execute justice for me: [when] he will bring me forth to the light, and I shall behold 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.
Then she that is my enemy will see it, and shame shall cover her, who said unto me, Where is the Lord thy God? My eyes shall complacently see her [suffer]: now shall she be trodden down as the mire of the streets.
11 En Dag skal dine Mure bygges, en Dag skal Grænsen vides ud,
The day that thy fences are to be built—that same day, the ordained, is yet far removed.
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.
It is a day when men shall come to thee from Assyria, and the cities of Mazor, and from Mazor 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.
While the land [of the nations] shall be made desolate because of its inhabitants, for the fruit of their doings.
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!
Feed thy people with thy rod, the flock of thy heritage, which dwell in solitude in the wood, in the midst of Carmel: let them feed in Bashan and Gil'ad, as in the days of old.
15 Giv os Undere at skue, som da du drog ud af Ægypten;
As in the days of thy coming out of the land of Egypt will I let them see marvelous things.
16 lad Folkene se det og blues ved al deres Vælde, lægge Haand paa Mund, lad Ørene døves paa dem!
Nations shall see and be ashamed of all their might: they shall lay their hand upon their mouth, their ears shall be deafened.
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 shall lick the dust like the serpent; like those that crawl on the earth, shall they come forth trembling out of their close places: unto the Lord our God shall they hasten in dread, and shall be afraid of thee.
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 unto thee, pardoning iniquity, and forgiving transgression to the residue of his heritage? he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in kindness.
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 mercy on us, he will suppress our iniquities; yea, thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.
20 Du vil vise Jakob Trofasthed, Abraham Naade, som du svor vore Fædre til i fordums Dage.
Thou wilt show faithfulness unto Jacob, and kindness unto Abraham, which thou hast sworn unto our fathers in the days of old.
