Zechariah 11
1 Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
Libanon, luk Dørene op, saa Ild kan fortære dine Cedre!
2 Wail, O fir tree, for the cedar is fallen, because the fine ones are destroyed. Wail, O ye oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest has come down.
Klag, Cypres, thi Cedren er faldet, de ædle Træer lagt øde! Klag, I Basans Ege, thi Fredskoven ligger fældet!
3 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.
Hør, hvor Hyrderne klager, thi deres Græsgang er hærget; hør, hvor Løverne brøler, thi Jordans Tykning er hærget.
4 Thus said Jehovah my God: Feed the flock of slaughter,
Saaledes sagde HERREN min Gud: Røgt Slagtefaarene,
5 whose possessors kill them, and hold themselves not guilty. And those who sell them say, Blessed be Jehovah, for I am rich, and their own shepherds pity them not.
hvis Køber slagter dem uden at føle Skyld, og hvis Sælger siger: »HERREN være lovet, jeg blev rig.« Og deres Hyrder sparer dem ikke.
6 For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, says Jehovah. But, lo, I will deliver the men each one into his neighbor's hand, and into the hand of his king. And they shall smite the land, and I will not deliver them out of their hand.
(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 Haand; og de skal ødelægge Landet, og jeg vil ingen redde af deres Haand).
7 So I fed the flock of slaughter, truly the poor of the flock. And I took to me two staves, the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands, and I fed the flock.
Saa røgtede jeg Slagtefaarene for Faareprangerne og tog mig to Stave; den ene kaldte jeg »Liflighed«, den anden »Baand«; og jeg røgtede Faarene.
8 And I cut off the three shepherds in one month, for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed me.
(Og jeg ryddede de tre Hyrder af Vejen i een Maaned). Saa tabte jeg Taalmodigheden med dem, og de blev ogsaa kede af mig.
9 Then I said, I will not feed you. That which dies, let it die, and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off, and let those who are left eat each one the flesh of another.
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!«
10 And I took my staff Beauty, and cut it apart, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the peoples.
Saa tog jeg Staven, som hed »Liflighed«, og sønderbrød den for at bryde den Overenskomst, jeg havde sluttet (med alle Folkeslag;
11 And it was broken in that day, and thus the poor of the flock who gave heed to me knew that it was the word of Jehovah.
og den blev brudt samme Dag, og Faareprangerne, som holdt Øje med mig, kendte, at det var HERRENS Ord).
12 And I said to them, If ye think good, give me my wage, and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my wage thirty pieces of silver.
Og jeg sagde til dem: »Om I synes, saa giv mig min Løn; hvis ikke, saa lad være!« Saa afvejede de min Løn, tredive Sekel Sølv.
13 And Jehovah said to me, Cast it to the potter, the good price that I was valued by them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them to the potter in the house of Jehovah.
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.
14 Then I cut apart my other staff, even Bands, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
Saa sønderbrød jeg den anden Hyrdestav »Baand« for at bryde Broderskabet imellem Juda og Jerusalem.
15 And Jehovah said to me, Take to thee yet again the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
Siden sagde HERREN til mig: Udstyr dig atter som en Hyrde, en Daare af en Hyrde!
16 For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who will not visit those who are cut off, nor will he seek those who are scattered, nor heal that which is broken, nor feed that which is sound, but he will eat the flesh of the fat, and will tear their hoofs in pieces.
(Thi se, jeg lader en Hyrde fremstaa 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 Kødet af de fede Dyr og river Klovene af dem.
17 Woe to the worthless shepherd who leaves the flock! The sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye. His arm shall be entirely dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
Ve, min Daare af en Hyrde, som svigter Faarene! Et Sværd imod hans Arm og hans højre Øje! Hans Arm skal vorde vissen, hans højre Øje blindes.
