Zakarias 11
1 Libanon, luk Dørene op, saa Ild kan fortære dine Cedre!
Open your doors, Lebanon, that the fire may devour your cedars.
2 Klag, Cypres, thi Cedren er faldet, de ædle Træer lagt øde! Klag, I Basans Ege, thi Fredskoven ligger fældet!
Wail, cypress tree, for the cedar has fallen, because the stately ones are destroyed. Wail, you oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest has come down.
3 Hør, hvor Hyrderne klager, thi deres Græsgang er hærget; hør, hvor Løverne brøler, thi Jordans Tykning er hærget.
A voice of the wailing of the shepherds! For their glory is destroyed—a voice of the roaring of young lions! For the pride of the Jordan is ruined.
4 Saaledes sagde HERREN min Gud: Røgt Slagtefaarene,
The LORD my God says: “Feed the flock of slaughter.
5 hvis Køber slagter dem uden at føle Skyld, og hvis Sælger siger: »HERREN være lovet, jeg blev rig.« Og deres Hyrder sparer dem ikke.
Their buyers slaughter them and go unpunished. Those who sell them say, ‘Blessed be the LORD, for I am rich;’ and their own shepherds don’t pity them.
6 (Thi jeg vil ikke længer spare Landets Indbyggere, lyder det fra HERREN; men se, jeg lader hvert Menneske falde i sin Hyrdes og sin Konges Haand; og de skal ødelægge Landet, og jeg vil ingen redde af deres Haand).
For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land,” says the LORD; “but, behold, I will deliver every one of the men into his neighbour’s hand and into the hand of his king. They will strike the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them.”
7 Saa røgtede jeg Slagtefaarene for Faareprangerne og tog mig to Stave; den ene kaldte jeg »Liflighed«, den anden »Baand«; og jeg røgtede Faarene.
So I fed the flock to be slaughtered, especially the oppressed of the flock. I took for myself two staffs. The one I called “Favour” and the other I called “Union”, and I fed the flock.
8 (Og jeg ryddede de tre Hyrder af Vejen i een Maaned). Saa tabte jeg Taalmodigheden med dem, og de blev ogsaa kede af mig.
I cut off the three shepherds in one month; for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed me.
9 Og jeg sagde: »Jeg vil ikke røgte eder; lad dø, hvad dø skal, lad bortkomme, hvad bortkomme skal, og lad de andre æde hverandres Kød!«
Then I said, “I will not feed you. That which dies, let it die; and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let those who are left eat each other’s flesh.”
10 Saa tog jeg Staven, som hed »Liflighed«, og sønderbrød den for at bryde den Overenskomst, jeg havde sluttet (med alle Folkeslag;
I took my staff Favour and cut it apart, that I might break my covenant that I had made with all the peoples.
11 og den blev brudt samme Dag, og Faareprangerne, som holdt Øje med mig, kendte, at det var HERRENS Ord).
It was broken in that day; and thus the poor of the flock that listened to me knew that it was the LORD’s word.
12 Og jeg sagde til dem: »Om I synes, saa giv mig min Løn; hvis ikke, saa lad være!« Saa afvejede de min Løn, tredive Sekel Sølv.
I said to them, “If you think it best, give me my wages; and if not, keep them.” So they weighed for my wages thirty pieces of silver.
13 Men HERREN sagde til mig: »Kast den til Pottemageren, den dejlige Pris, de har vurderet mig til!« Og jeg tog de tredive Sekel Sølv og kastede dem til Pottemageren i HERRENS Hus.
The LORD said to me, “Throw it to the potter—the handsome price that I was valued at by them!” I took the thirty pieces of silver and threw them to the potter in the LORD’s house.
14 Saa sønderbrød jeg den anden Hyrdestav »Baand« for at bryde Broderskabet imellem Juda og Jerusalem.
Then I cut apart my other staff, Union, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
15 Siden sagde HERREN til mig: Udstyr dig atter som en Hyrde, en Daare af en Hyrde!
The LORD said to me, “Take for yourself yet again the equipment of a foolish shepherd.
16 (Thi se, jeg lader en Hyrde fremstaa i Landet). Han tager sig ikke af det bortkomne, leder ikke efter det vildfarne, læger ikke det brudte og har ikke Omhu for det sunde, men spiser Kødet af de fede Dyr og river Klovene af dem.
For, behold, I will raise up a shepherd in the land who will not visit those who are cut off, neither will seek those who are scattered, nor heal that which is broken, nor feed that which is sound; but he will eat the meat of the fat sheep, and will tear their hoofs in pieces.
17 Ve, min Daare af en Hyrde, som svigter Faarene! Et Sværd imod hans Arm og hans højre Øje! Hans Arm skal vorde vissen, hans højre Øje blindes.
Woe to the worthless shepherd who leaves the flock! The sword will strike his arm and his right eye. His arm will be completely withered, and his right eye will be totally blinded!”
