Mikas 7
1 Ve mig! Det går mig som ved ved Frugthøst, ved Vinhøstens Efterslæt: Ikke en Drue at spise, ej en Figen, min Sjæl har Lyst til!
Woe is me! I live where the summer fruits are gathered, And the vintage is gleaned; There is no cluster to eat; I long for the first-ripe fig.
2 De fromme er svundet af Landet, ikke et Menneske er sanddru. De lurer alle på Blod og jager hverandre med Net.
The good man is perished from the land, And there is none upright among men. They all lie in wait for blood; Every one hunteth his brother with a net.
3 Deres Hænder er flinke til ondt, Fyrsten kræver, Dommeren er villig for Betaling; Stormanden nævner, hvad han begærer; og derefter snor de det sammen.
Their hands are diligent for evil; The prince asketh a bribe, And the judge decideth for money! The great man giveth judgment according to his desire; They conspire to pervert justice.
4 Den bedste er som en Tornebusk, den ærlige værre end en Tjørnehæk. Dine Vægteres Dag, din Hjemsøgelse kommer, af Rædsel rammes de nu.
The best of them is like a brier; The most upright of them is sharper than a thorn-hedge. The day of recompense, announced by thy watchmen, cometh; Then shall come their perplexity.
5 Tro ikke eders Næste, stol ikke. på en Ven, vogt Mundens Døre for hende. du favner!
Trust ye not in a friend! Put no confidence in a guide! From her that lieth in thy bosom Keep the doors of thy mouth!
6 Thi Søn agter Fader ringe, Datter står Moder imod Svigerdatter Svigermoder, en Mand har sine Husfolk til Fjender.
For the son dishonoreth his father, The daughter riseth up against her mother, And the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; The inmates of a man's house are his foes.
7 Men jeg vil spejde efter HERREN, jeg bier på min Frelses Gud; min Gud vil høre mig.
I will look to Jehovah; I will hope in the God of my salvation; My God will hear me.
8 Glæd dig ej over mig, min Fjende! Thi jeg faldt, men står op; om end jeg sidder i Mørke, er HERREN mit Lys.
Rejoice not over me, O my enemy! Though I have fallen, I shall arise; Though I sit in darkness, Jehovah will be my light.
9 Jeg vil bære HERRENs Vrede - jeg synded jo mod ham - indtil han strider for mig og skaffer mig Ret; han fører mig ud i Lys, jeg skal skue hans Retfærd.
I will bear the indignation of Jehovah, Because I have sinned against him, Until he maintain my cause, and execute judgment for me, Until he bring me to the light, And I behold his mercy.
10 Min Fjende skal se derpå og fyldes med Skam, han, som spørger mig: "Hvor er HERREN din Gud?". Mine Øjne skal med Skadefryd se ham, når han trampes ned som Skarn på Gaden.
She that is my enemy shall see it, and shame shall cover her, That said to me, Where is Jehovah thy God? Mine eyes shall gaze upon her; Soon shall she be trodden down, as the mire of the streets.
11 En Dag skal dine Mure bygges, en Dag skal Grænsen vides ud,
The day cometh when thy walls are to be built; In that day shall the decree be far removed.
12 en Dag skal man komme til dig lige fra Assur til Ægypten, lige fra Ægypten til Floden, fra Hav til Hav, fra Bjerg til Bjerg.
In that day shall they come to thee From Assyria, and the cities of Egypt, And from Egypt to the river, From sea to sea, from mountain to mountain.
13 Men Jorden og de, som bor derpå, lægges øde til Løn for deres Værk.
But first the land shall be desolate on account of its inhabitants, For the fruit of their doings.
14 Vogt med din Stav dit Folk, din Ejendoms Hjord, som bor for sig selv i Skoven, i Frugthavens Midte; lad dem græsse i Basan og Gilead som i gamle Dage!
Feed thy people with thy crook, The flock of thine inheritance, That dwell solitarily in the forest in the midst of Carmel! Let them feed in Bashan and Gilead, as in the days of old.
15 Giv os Undere at skue, som da du drog ud af Ægypten;
As in the day when thou camest from Egypt, So will I show thee wonders.
16 lad Folkene se det og blues ved al deres Vælde, lægge Hånd på Mund, lad Ørene døves på dem!
The nations shall see, and be ashamed of all their might: They shall lay their hands upon their mouths; Their ears shall be deaf.
17 Lad dem slikke Støv som Slangen, som Jordens Kryb, rædde komme frem af deres Borge til HERREN vor Gud og ængstes og frygte for dig!
They shall lick the dust like the serpent; Like the creeping things of the earth, they shall come trembling from their strongholds; To Jehovah our God shall they come with awe, And shall fear on account of thee.
18 Hvo er en Gud som du, der tilgiver Brøde, bærer over med Synd hos din Ejendoms Rest, ej evigt gemmer på Vrede, men gerne er nådig?
Who is a God like thee, that pardoneth iniquity and passeth by transgression, In the remnant of his inheritance? He retaineth not his anger forever, For he delighteth in mercy.
19 Han vil atter forbarme sig over os, træde vor Brøde under Fod, du vil kaste alle vore Synder i Havets Dyb!
He will again have compassion on us, He will blot out our iniquities; Yea, thou wilt cast all our sins into the depths of the sea.
20 Du vil vise Jakob Trofasthed, Abraham Nåde, som du svor vore Fædre til i fordums Dage.
Thou wilt show faithfulness to Jacob, And mercy to Abraham, Which thou swarest to our fathers from the days of old.
