Zephaniah 2
1 Gather yourselves, gather together, O shameful nation,
Saml jer, saml jer, I Folk, som ej kender Skam,
2 before the decree takes effect and the day passes like chaff, before the burning anger of the LORD comes upon you, before the Day of the LORD’s anger comes upon you.
før I endnu er blevet som flyvende Avner, før HERRENS glødende Harme kommer over eder, før HERRENS Vredes Dag kommer over eder.
3 Seek the LORD, all you humble of the earth who carry out His justice. Seek righteousness; seek humility. Perhaps you will be sheltered on the day of the LORD’s anger.
Søg HERREN, alle I ydmyge i Landet, som holder hans Bud, søg Retfærd, søg Ydmyghed! Maaske kan I skjule jer paa HERRENS Vredes Dag.
4 For Gaza will be abandoned, and Ashkelon left in ruins. Ashdod will be driven out at noon, and Ekron will be uprooted.
Thi Gaza skal ligge forladt og Askalon øde, Asdod drives bort ved Middag, Ekron udryddes.
5 Woe to the dwellers of the seacoast, O nation of the Cherethites! The word of the LORD is against you, O Canaan, land of the Philistines: “I will destroy you, and no one will be left.”
Ve dem, som bor ved Stranden, Kreternes Folk; HERRENS Ord over dig, Kana'an, Filisternes Land! Jeg gør dig til intet, saa ingen bor der.
6 So the seacoast will become a land of pastures, with wells for shepherds and folds for sheep.
Du skal blive til Græsmark for Hyrder, til Folde for Smaakvæg.
7 The coast will belong to the remnant of the house of Judah; there they will find pasture. They will lie down in the evening among the houses of Ashkelon, for the LORD their God will attend to them and restore their captives.
Og Stranden skal tilfalde Resten af Judas Hus; de skal græsse derpaa. Lejr skal de slaa ved Kvæld i Askalons Huse. Thi HERREN deres Gud ser til dem og vender deres Skæbne.
8 “I have heard the reproach of Moab and the insults of the Ammonites, who have taunted My people and threatened their borders.
Jeg hørte Moabs Spot, Ammoniternes haanende Ord, med hvilke de spotted mit Folk, hovmoded sig over deres Land.
9 Therefore, as surely as I live,” declares the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel, “surely Moab will be like Sodom and the Ammonites like Gomorrah— a place of weeds and salt pits, a perpetual wasteland. The remnant of My people will plunder them; the remainder of My nation will dispossess them.”
Derfor, saa sandt jeg lever, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Gud: Moab skal blive som Sodoma, Ammoniterne som Gomorra, Jord for Nælder, et Salthul, Ørken til evig Tid. Resten af mit Folk skal plyndre dem; hvad der levnes af mit Folk skal eje dem.
10 This they shall have in return for their pride, for taunting and mocking the people of the LORD of Hosts.
Dette skal times dem for deres Hovmod, fordi de haanede Hærskarers HERRES Folk og gjorde sig store over for det.
11 The LORD will be terrifying to them when He starves all the gods of the earth. Then the nations of every shore will bow in worship to Him, each in its own place.
Frygtelig er HERREN for dem; thi han udrydder alle Jordens Guder, og alle Hedningernes fjerne Strande skal tilbede ham, hver paa sit Sted.
12 “You too, O Cushites, will be slain by My sword.”
Ogsaa I Ætiopere skal falde for HERRENS Sværd,
13 And He will stretch out His hand against the north and destroy Assyria; He will make Nineveh a desolation, as dry as a desert.
og han udrækker Haanden mod Nord og tilintetgør Assur, Nineve gør han til Ødemark, tørt som en Ørk;
14 Herds will lie down in her midst, creatures of every kind. Both the desert owl and screech owl will roost atop her pillars. Their calls will sound from the window, but desolation will lie on the threshold, for He will expose the beams of cedar.
Hjorde skal lejre sig deri, hvert Slettens Dyr; paa dets Søjlehoveder sover Pelikan og Rørdrum, i Vinduet skriger Uglen, Ravnen paa Tærsklen.
15 This carefree city that dwells securely, that thinks to herself: “I am it, and there is none besides me,” what a ruin she has become, a resting place for beasts. Everyone who passes by her hisses and shakes his fist.
Det er den jublende By, som laa saa trygt, som sagde i sit Hjerte: »Jeg og ellers ingen.« Hvor er den dog blevet øde, et Raststed for Dyr! Enhver, som kommer forbi den, haaner med Fløjt og Haand.
