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 spring will be opened for the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem, for their sin and 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.

On that day—this is the declaration of Yahweh of hosts—I will cut off the names of the idols from the land and they will no longer be remembered. I will remove the prophets and the spirit of impurity 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 continues to prophesy, his father and mother who bore him will tell him, 'You will not live, for you speak lies in the name of Yahweh!' Then the father and mother who bore him will pierce him when he prophesies.

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,

On that day each prophet will be ashamed of his vision when he is about to prophesy. These prophets will no longer wear a hairy cloak, in order to deceive the people.

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

For each will say, 'I am not a prophet! I am a man who works the soil, for the land became my work while I was still a young man!'

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

But someone will say to him, 'What are these wounds between your arms?' and he will answer, 'I was wounded with those in my friends' house.'”

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! Rouse yourself against my shepherd, the man who stands close to me— this is the declaration of Yahweh of hosts. Strike the shepherd, and the flock will scatter! For I will turn my hand against the lowly ones.

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

Then it will come about that throughout all the land—this is Yahweh's declaration— that two-thirds of it will be cut off! Those people will perish; only one-third will remain there.

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 that third through the fire and refine them as silver is refined; I will test them as gold is tested. They will call on my name, and I will answer them and say, 'This is my people!' and they will say, 'Yahweh is my God!'”