Zakarias 9

1 Et Udsagn: HERRENS Ord er over Hadraks Land, i Damaskus slaar det sig ned — thi Aram forbrød sig mod HERREN — det er over alle, som hader Israel,

The burden of a word of Jehovah against the land of Hadrach, and Demmeseh — his place of rest: (When to Jehovah [is] the eye of man, And of all the tribes of Israel.)

2 ogsaa over Hamat, som grænser dertil, Tyrus og Zidon, thi det er saare viist.

And also Hamath doth border thereon, Tyre and Zidon, for — very wise!

3 Tyrus bygged sig en Fæstning og ophobed Sølv som Støv og Guld som Gadeskarn.

And Tyre doth build a bulwark to herself, And doth heap silver as dust, And gold as mire of out-places.

4 Se, HERREN vil tage det i Eje og styrte dets Bolværk i Havet, det selv skal fortæres af Ild.

Lo, the Lord doth dispossess her, And He hath smitten in the sea her force, And she with fire is consumed.

5 Askalon ser det og frygter, Gaza og Ekron skælver voldsomt, thi Haabet brast. Gaza mister sin Konge, i Askalon skal ingen bo,

See doth Ashkelon and fear, Also Gaza, and she is exceedingly pained, Also Ekron — for her expectation dried up, And perished hath a king from Gaza, And Ashkelon doth not remain,

6 i Asdod skal Udskud bo. Jeg gør Ende paa Filisterens Hovmod,

And dwelt hath a foreigner in Ashdod, And I have cut off the excellency of the Philistines.

7 tager Blodet ud af hans Mund og Væmmelsen bort fra hans Tænder. Ogsaa han bliver reddet for vor Gud, han bliver som en Slægt i Juda, Ekron som en Jebusit.

And turned aside his blood from his mouth, His abominations from between his teeth, And he hath remained, even he, to our God, And he hath been as a leader in Judah, And Ekron as a Jebusite.

8 Som en Vagt lejrer jeg mig for mit Hus mod dem, som kommer og gaar; aldrig mer skal en Voldsmand gaa igennem deres Land, thi nu har jeg set det med mine egne Øjne.

And I have pitched for My house a camp, Because of the passer through, and of the returner, And pass not through against them again doth an exactor, For, now, I have seen with My eyes.

9 Fryd dig saare, Zions Datter, raab med Glæde, Jerusalems Datter! Se, din Konge kommer til dig. Retfærdig og sejrrig er han, ydmyg, ridende paa et Æsel, paa en Asenindes Føl.

Rejoice exceedingly, O daughter of Zion, Shout, O daughter of Jerusalem, Lo, thy King doth come to thee, Righteous — and saved is He, Afflicted — and riding on an ass, And on a colt — a son of she-asses.

10 Han udrydder Vognene af Efraim, Hestene af Jerusalem, Stridsbuerne ryddes til Side. Hans Ord stifter Fred mellem Folkene, han hersker fra Hav til Hav, fra Floden til Jordens Ende.

And I have cut off the chariot from Ephraim, And the horse from Jerusalem, Yea, cut off hath been the bow of battle, And he hath spoken peace to nations, And his rule [is] from sea unto sea, And from the river unto the ends of earth.

11 For Pagtblodets Skyld vil jeg ogsaa slippe dine Fanger ud, ja ud af den vandløse Brønd.

Also thou — by the blood of thy covenant, I have sent thy prisoners out of the pit, There is no water in it.

12 Hjem til Borgen, I Fanger med Haab! Ogsaa i Dag forkyndes: Jeg giver dig tvefold Bod!

Turn back to a fenced place, Ye prisoners of the hope, Even to-day a second announcer I restore to thee.

13 Thi jeg spænder mig Juda som Bue, lægger Efraim paa som Pil og vækker dine Sønner, Zion, imod dine Sønner, Javan. Jeg gør dig som Heltens Sværd.

For I have trodden for Me Judah, A bow I have filled [with] Ephraim, And I have stirred up thy sons, O Zion, Against thy sons, O Javan, And I have set thee as the sword of a hero.

14 Over dem viser sig HERREN, hans Pil farer ud som et Lyn. Den Herre HERREN støder i Horn, skrider frem i Søndenstorm;

And Jehovah doth appear for them, And gone forth as lightning hath His arrow, And the Lord Jehovah with a trumpet bloweth, And He hath gone with whirlwinds of the south.

15 dem værner Hærskarers HERRE. De opæder, nedtramper Slyngekasterne, drikker deres Blod som Vin og fyldes som Offerskaalen, som Alterets Hjørner.

Jehovah of Hosts doth cover them over, And they consumed, and subdued sling-stones, Yea, they have drunk, They have made a noise as wine, And they have been full as a bowl, As corners of an altar.

16 HERREN deres Gud skal paa denne Dag frelse dem som sit Folks Hjord; thi de er Kronesten, der funkler over hans Land.

And saved them hath Jehovah their God In that day, as a flock of His people, For stones of a crown are displaying themselves over His ground.

17 Hvor det er dejligt, hvor skønt! Thi Korn giver blomstrende Ungersvende, Most giver blomstrende Møer.

For what His goodness! and what His beauty! Corn the young men, And new wine the virgins — make fruitful!