Zakarias 11
1 Libanon, luk Dørerne op, så Ild kan fortære dine Cedre!
Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2 Klag, Cypres, thi Cedren er faldet. de ædle Træer lagt øde! Klag, I Basans Ege, thi Fredskoven ligger fældet!
Wail, O fir-tree, for the cedar is fallen, because the goodly ones are destroyed: wail, O ye oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest is come down.
3 Hør, hvor Hyrderne klager, thi deres Græsgang er hærget; hør, hvor Løverne brøler, thi Jordans Tykning er hærget.
A voice of the wailing of the shepherds! for their glory is destroyed: a voice of the roaring of young lions! for the pride of the Jordan is laid waste.
4 Således sagde HERREN min Gud: Røgt Slagtefårene,
Thus said Jehovah my God: Feed the flock of slaughter;
5 hvis Køber slagter dem uden at føle Skyld, og hvis Sælger siger: "HERREN være lovet, jeg blev rig." Og deres Hyrder sparer dem ikke.
whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty; and they that sell them say, Blessed be Jehovah, for I am rich; and their own shepherds pity them not.
6 (Thi jeg vil ikke længer spare Landets Indbyggere, lyder det fra HERREN; men se, jeg lader hvert Menneske falde i sin Hyrdes og sin Konges Hånd; og de skal ødelægge Landet, og jeg vil ingen redde af deres Hånd).
For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith Jehovah; but, lo, I will deliver the men every one into his neighbor’s hand, and into the hand of his king; and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them.
7 Så røgtede jeg Slagtefårene for Fåreprangerne og tog mig to Stave; den ene kaldte jeg "Liflighed", den anden "Bånd"; og jeg røgtede Fårene.
So I fed the flock of slaughter, verily the poor of the flock. And I took unto me two staves; the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands; and I fed the flock.
8 (Og jeg ryddede de tre Hyrder af Vejen i een Måned). Så tabte jeg Tålmodigheden med dem, og de blev også kede af mig.
And I cut off the three shepherds in one month; for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed me.
9 Og jeg sagde: "Jeg vil ikke røgte eder; lad dø, hvad dø skal, lad bortkomme, hvad bortkomme skal, og lad de andre æde hverandres Kød!"
Then said I, I will not feed you: that which dieth, let it die; and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let them that are left eat every one the flesh of another.
10 Så tog jeg Staven, som hed "Liflighed". og sønderbrød den for at bryde den Overenskomst, jeg havde sluttet (med alle Folkeslag;
And I took my staff Beauty, and cut it asunder, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the peoples.
11 og den blev brudt samme Dag, og Fåreprangerne, som holdt Øje med mig, kendte, at det var HERRENs Ord).
And it was broken in that day; and thus the poor of the flock that gave heed unto me knew that it was the word of Jehovah.
12 Og jeg sagde til dem: "Om I synes, så giv mig min Løn; hvis ikke, så lad være!" Så afvejede de min Løn, tredive Sekel Sølv.
And I said unto them, If ye think good, give me my hire; and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my hire thirty [pieces] of silver.
13 Men HERREN sagde til mig: "Kast den til Pottemageren", den dejlige Pris, de har vurderet mig til!" Og jeg tog de tredive Sekel Sølv og kastede dem til Pottemageren i HERRENs Hus.
And Jehovah said unto me, Cast it unto the potter, the goodly price that I was prized at by them. And I took the thirty [pieces] of silver, and cast them unto the potter, in the house of Jehovah.
14 Så sønderbrød jeg den anden Hyrdestav "Bånd" for at bryde Broderskabet imellem Juda og Jerusalem.
Then I cut asunder mine other staff, even Bands, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
15 Siden sagde HERREN til mig: Udstyr dig atter som en Hyrde, en Dåre af en Hyrde!
And Jehovah said unto me, Take unto thee yet again the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
16 (Thi se, jeg lader en Hyrde fremstå i Landet). Han tager sig ikke af det bortkomne, leder ikke efter det vildfarne, læger ikke det brudte og har ikke Omhu for det sunde, men spiser Kødef af de fede Dyr og river Klovene af dem.
For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who will not visit those that are cut off, neither will seek those that are scattered, nor heal that which is broken, nor feed that which is sound; but he will eat the flesh of the fat [sheep], and will tear their hoofs in pieces.
17 Ve, min Dåre af en Hyrde, som svigter Fårene! Et Sværd imod hans Arm og hans højre Øje! Hans Arm skal vorde vissen, hans højre Øje blindes.
Woe to the worthless shepherd that leaveth the flock! the sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye: his arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
