Zakarias 11
1 Libanon, luk Dørerne op, så Ild kan fortære dine Cedre!
Open thy gates, O Libanus, and let fire devour thy cedars.
2 Klag, Cypres, thi Cedren er faldet. de ædle Træer lagt øde! Klag, I Basans Ege, thi Fredskoven ligger fældet!
Howl, thou fir tree, for the cedar is fallen, for the mighty are laid waste: howl, ye oaks of Basan, because the fenced forest is cut down.
3 Hør, hvor Hyrderne klager, thi deres Græsgang er hærget; hør, hvor Løverne brøler, thi Jordans Tykning er hærget.
The voice of the howling of the shepherds, because their glory is laid waste: the voice of the roaring of the lions, because the pride of the Jordan is spoiled.
4 Således sagde HERREN min Gud: Røgt Slagtefårene,
Thus saith the Lord my God: Feed the flock of the 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.
Which they that possessed, slew, and repented not, and they sold them, saying: Blessed be the Lord, we are become rich: and their shepherds spared 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).
And I will no more spare the inhabitants of the land, saith the Lord: behold I will deliver the men, every one into his neighbour’s hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall destroy the land, and I will not deliver it out of their hand.
7 Så røgtede jeg Slagtefårene for Fåreprangerne og tog mig to Stave; den ene kaldte jeg "Liflighed", den anden "Bånd"; og jeg røgtede Fårene.
And I will feed the hock of slaughter for this, O ye poor of the dock. And I took unto me two rods, one I called Beauty, and the other I called a Cord, 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 three shepherds in one month, and my soul was straitened in their regard: for their soul also varied in my regard.
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!"
And I said: I will not feed you: that which dieth, let it die: and that which is cut off, let it be cut off: and let the rest devour every one the flesh of his neighbour.
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 rod that was called Beauty, and I cut it asunder to make void my covenant, which I had made with all people.
11 og den blev brudt samme Dag, og Fåreprangerne, som holdt Øje med mig, kendte, at det var HERRENs Ord).
And it was made void in that day: and so the poor of the flock that keep for me, understood that it is the word of the Lord.
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 to them: If it be good in your eyes, bring hither my wages: and if not, be quiet. And they weighed for my wages 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 the Lord said to me: Cast it to the statuary, a handsome price, that I was prized at by them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and I cast them into the house of the Lord to the statuary.
14 Så sønderbrød jeg den anden Hyrdestav "Bånd" for at bryde Broderskabet imellem Juda og Jerusalem.
And I cut off my second rod that was called a Cord, that I might break the brotherhood between Juda and Israel.
15 Siden sagde HERREN til mig: Udstyr dig atter som en Hyrde, en Dåre af en Hyrde!
And the Lord said to me: Take to thee yet 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 behold I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who shall not visit what is forsaken, nor seek what is scattered, nor heal what is broken, nor nourish that which standeth, and he shall eat the flesh of the fat ones, and break their hoofs.
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.
O shepherd, and idol, that forsaketh the flock: the sword upon his arm and upon his right eye: his arm shall quite wither away, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
