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1 Og det skal ske i de sidste Dage, at HERRENS Huses Bjerg, grundfæstet på Bjergenes Top, skal løfte sig op over Højene. Did skal Folkeslag strømme.
But it shall come to pass in the last days That the mountain of the house of Jehovah shall be established at the head of the mountains, And exalted above the hills; And the nations shall flow to it.
2 og talrige Folk komme vandrende: "Kom, lad os drage til HERRENs Bjerg, til Jakobs Guds Hus; os skal han lære sine Veje, så vi kan gå på hans Stier; thi fra Zion udgår Åbenbaring, fra Jerusalem HERRENs Ord."
And many nations shall go, saying, “Come, let us go up to the mountain of Jehovah, To the house of the God of Jacob, That he may teach us his ways, And that we may walk in his paths!” For from Zion shall go forth a law, And the word of Jehovah from Jerusalem.
3 Da dømmer han mange Folkeslag imellem, skifter Ret mellem talrige, fjerne Folk; deres Sværd skal de smede til Plovjern, deres Spyd til Vingårdsknive; Folk skal ej løfte Sværd mod Folk, ej øve sig i Våbenfærd mer.
He shall be a judge of many nations, And an umpire of many kingdoms afar off. They shall beat their swords into ploughshares, And their spears into pruning-hooks; Nation shall not lift up the sword against nation, Neither shall they learn war any more.
4 Da sidder hver under sin Vinstok og sit Figenfræ, og ingen. skræmmer dem, så sandt Hærskarers HERREs Mund har talet.
But they shall sit every one under his vine, And under his fig-tree, And none shall make them afraid; The mouth of Jehovah of hosts hath spoken it.
5 Thi alle Folkeslag vandrer hvert i sin Guds Navn, men vi vil vandre i HERREN vor Guds Navn for evigt og altid.
Though all the nations walk every one in the name of its God, Yet will we walk in the name of Jehovah our God for ever and ever.
6 På hin Dag, lyder det fra HERREN, samler jeg det, der halter, sanker det spredte sammen og det, jeg har hjemsøgt med ondt.
In that day, saith Jehovah, I will gather the halting, And the far scattered I will assemble, And those whom I have afflicted.
7 Det haltende gør jeg til en Rest, det svage til et kraftigt Folk; og HERREN er Konge over dem på Zions Bjerg fra nu og til evig Tid.
I will make the halting a remnant, And the far scattered a strong nation; And Jehovah shall reign over them in mount Zion, Henceforth, even forever.
8 Men du, o Hyrdetårn, Zions Datters Høj, til dig skal det komme, det forrige Herredømme tilfalde dig, Jerusalems Datters Rige.
And thou, O tower of the flock, O hill of the daughter of Zion, to thee it shall come, To thee shall come the former dominion, Even the kingdom of the daughter of Jerusalem.
9 Hvi skriger du dog så højt? Er Kongen ikke i dig? Er da din Rådgiver borte, nu du grebes af Fødselsveer?
And now why dost thou cry aloud? Is there no king within thee? Have thy counsellors perished, That pangs have taken hold of thee, as of a woman in travail?
10 Vrid dig og vånd dig som i Barnsnød, Zions Datter! Thi nu skal du ud af Byen og bo på Marken, og du skal komme til Babel; der skal du frelses, der vil HERREN genløse dig af dine Fjenders Hånd.
Yea, writhe, and be in anguish, O daughter of Zion, like a woman in travail! For now shalt thou go forth from the city, and dwell in the field; Thou shalt go even to Babylon; Yet there shalt thou be delivered. Jehovah will redeem thee from the hand of thine enemies.
11 Nu er de samlet imod dig, de mange Folk, som siger: "Vanæres skal det; vort Øje skal se med Skadefryd på Zion."
Now many nations gather themselves against thee, Who say, Let her be polluted, And let our eyes gaze upon Zion!
12 Men de, de kender ikke det mindste til HERRENs Tanker, de fatter ikke hans Råd, at han samled dem som Neg på Lo.
But they know not the thoughts of Jehovah, And understand not his purposes; For he gathereth them as sheaves into the thrashing-floor.
13 Op og tærsk, du Zions Datter! Thi jeg giver dig Horn af Jern, jeg giver dig Klove af Kobber. Du skal knuse de mange Folk, lægge Band på Byttet for HERREN, på Godset for al Jordens Herre.
Arise and thrash, O daughter of Zion! For I will make thy horns iron, And thy hoofs brass; Thou shalt beat in pieces many nations, And thou shalt devote their spoils to Jehovah, Their substance to the Lord of the whole earth.

< Mikas 4 >