Zakarias 13

1 Paa hin Dag skal en Kilde vælde frem for Davids Hus og Jerusalems Indbyggere mod Synd og Urenhed.

“In that day there is a fountain opened To the house of David And to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, For sin and for impurity.

2 Og paa hin Dag, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, udrydder jeg Afgudernes Navne af Landet, saa de ikke mer skal ihukommes; ogsaa Profeterne og Urenhedens Aand driver jeg ud af Landet.

And it has come to pass in that day,” A declaration of YHWH of Hosts, “I cut off the names of the idols from the land, And they are not remembered anymore, And also the prophets and the spirit of uncleanness I cause to pass away from the land.

3 Naar nogen da atter profeterer, skal hans egne Forældre, hans Fader og Moder, sige til ham: »Du har forbrudt dit Liv, thi du har talt Løgn i HERRENS Navn.« Og hans egne Forældre, hans Fader og Moder, skal gennembore ham, naar han profeterer.

And it has been, when one prophesies again, That his parents, his father and his mother, Have said to him, You do not live, For you have spoken falsehood in the Name of YHWH, And his father and his mother, his parents, Have pierced him through in his prophesying.

4 Paa hin Dag skal hver en Profet skamme sig over sine Syner, naar han profeterer, og han skal ikke klæde sig i laadden Kappe for at føre Folk bag Lyset,

And it has come to pass in that day, The prophets are ashamed, each of his vision, in his prophesying, And they do not put on a hairy robe to deceive.

5 men sige: »Jeg er ingen Profet; jeg er Bonde og har dyrket Jord fra min Ungdom.«

And [one] has said, I am not a prophet, A man—I am a tiller of ground, For ground [is] my possession from my youth.

6 Og spørger man ham: »Hvad er det for Saar paa dit Bryst?« skal han sige: »Dem fik jeg i mine Boleres Hus.«

And [one] has said to him, What [are] these wounds in your hands? And he has said, Because I was struck [at] home by my lovers.

7 Frem, Sværd, imod min Hyrde, mod Manden, som staar mig nær, saa lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE. Hyrden vil jeg slaa, saa Faarehjorden spredes; mod Drengene løfter jeg Haanden.

Sword, awake against My Shepherd, And against a hero—My Fellow,” A declaration of YHWH of Hosts. “Strike the Shepherd, and the flock is scattered, And I have put back My hand on the little ones.

8 Og i hele Landet lyder det fra HERREN, skal to Tredjedele udryddes og udaande, men een Tredjedel skal levnes.

And it has come to pass, In all the land,” a declaration of YHWH, “Two parts in it are cut off—they expire, And the third is left in it.

9 Og denne Tredjedel fører jeg i Ild og renser den, som man renser Sølv, prøver den, som man prøver Guld. Den skal paakalde mit Navn, og jeg svarer; jeg siger: »Den er mit Folk.« Og den skal sige: »HERREN er min Gud.«

And I have brought the third into fire, And refined them like a refining of silver, And have tried them like a trying of gold, It calls in My Name, and I answer it, I have said, It [is] My people, And it says, YHWH [is] my God!”