Zakarias 13

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

On that day a fountain will be opened for the house of David, and for the inhabitants of Jerusalem, for sin and for uncleanness.

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 will be on that day, says the Lord of hosts, I will cut off the names of the idols from the land and they will be remembered no more. And the prophets and the unclean spirit I will banish 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.

If any man prophesy any more, his father and his mother who bore him, will say to him, “You will not live, for you speak falsehood in the name of the Lord.” And his father and his mother who bore him will stab him through when he is seized by the prophetic frenzy.

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 will be in that day that the prophets will be ashamed, each of his vision, and will not wear the hairy mantle in order to deceive.

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

Each will say, “I am not a prophet, a tiller of the ground am I, for the 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 they will say to him, “What are these scars on your back?” And he will say, “The scars which I received in the house of my friends.”

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.

Awake, sword, against my shepherd, against the man who stands near to me, says the Lord of hosts. I will strike the shepherd so that the sheep may be scattered, I will turn my hand against the little ones.

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

In all the land, says the Lord, two-thirds in it will be cut off and die, but a third will be 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.«

I will bring the third into the fire, and melt it as one melts silver, and test it as one tests gold. Then they will call on my name, and I myself will answer them. I will say, “They are my people.” They will say, “The Lord is our God.”