Amos 5
1 Give ear to this word, my song of sorrow over you, O children of Israel.
Høyr dette ordet som eg syng yver dykk, ein syrgjesong yver Israels hus:
2 The virgin of Israel has been made low, never again to be lifted up: she is stretched out by herself on her land; there is no one to put her on her feet again.
«Ho falli er, ris aldri upp meir, den møy Israel; slengd til jord i sit eige land. Ingen reiser ho upp.»
3 For these are the words of the Lord God: The town which was able to send out a thousand, will have only a hundred; and that which sent out a hundred, will have only ten, in Israel.
For so segjer Herren, Herren: Ein by sender tusund ut, fær hundrad att, sender ho hundrad ut, fær tie att til Israels hus.
4 For these are the words of the Lord to the children of Israel: Let your hearts be turned to me, so that you may have life:
For so segjer Herren til Israels hus: Søk meg, so skal de liva!
5 Do not be looking for help to Beth-el, and do not go to Gilgal, or make your way to Beer-sheba: for Gilgal will certainly be taken prisoner, and Beth-el will come to nothing.
Men aldri de søkje til Betel, til Gilgal aldri kom, og gakk ikkje til Be’erseba! For Gilgal burt skal førast, og Betel vert upp i tjon.
6 Go to the Lord for help so that you may have life; for fear that he may come like fire bursting out in the family of Joseph, causing destruction, and there will be no one to put it out in Beth-el.
Søk Herren, so skal de liva! Elles kjem han som eld yver Josefs hus; det brenn, og ingen sløkkjer for Betel.
7 You who make the work of judging a bitter thing, crushing down righteousness to the earth;
De som vender retten til malurt, og kastar rettferd til jord!
8 Go for help to him who makes Orion and the Pleiades, by whom the deep dark is turned into morning, who makes the day black with night; whose voice goes out to the waters of the sea, sending them out over the face of the earth: the Lord is his name;
Han som skapte Sjustjerna og Orion, og gjer kolmyrkret til morgon, gjer dagen til svarte natt, han som kallar på vatnet i havet og auser det ut yver jordi - Herren er hans namn.
9 Who sends sudden destruction on the strong, so that destruction comes on the walled town.
Han øyder dei sterke med sitt ljon, han øyder borgi den faste!
10 They have hate for him who makes protest against evil in the public place, and he whose words are upright is disgusting to them.
Dei hatar den som refser for retten, styggjest ved den som talar sanning.
11 So because the poor man is crushed under your feet, and you take taxes from him of grain: you have made for yourselves houses of cut stone, but you will not take your rest in them; the fair vine-gardens planted by your hands will not give you wine.
Difor, då småfolk de trakkar ned og kornleiga driv av deim ut - vel hev de hogt stein og bygt hus, men de skal ikkje sjølv der bu. De hev fagre vinhagar stelt, men de skal ikkje drikka deira vin.
12 For I have seen how your evil-doing is increased and how strong are your sins, you troublers of the upright, who take rewards and do wrong to the cause of the poor in the public place.
For eg veit um synderne dykkar so mange og misgjerder utan tal; de trykkjer den skuldlause, tek imot mutor, ein arming for retten de svik.
13 So the wise will say nothing in that time; for it is an evil time.
Difor tegjer den kloke i denne tid, for ei vond tid er det.
14 Go after good and not evil, so that life may be yours: and so the Lord, the God of armies, will be with you, as you say.
Legg vinn på godt og ikkje på vondt, so de kann liva. Då vera med dykk Herren, allhers Gud, som de hev sagt.
15 Be haters of evil and lovers of good, and let right be done in the public place: it may be that the Lord, the God of armies, will have mercy on the rest of Joseph.
Hata vondt og elska godt, haldt retten uppe på tinget! Kann henda Herren, allhers Gud, då er nådig mot Josefs leivning.
16 So these are the words of the Lord, the God of armies, the Lord: There will be weeping in all the open spaces; and in all the streets they will say, Sorrow! sorrow! and they will get in the farmer to the weeping, and the makers of sad songs to give cries of grief.
Difor, so segjer Herren, allhers Gud, Herren: Det er liksong på alle torg, og på alle gator dei ropar: «Ai, ai!» Bonden dei bed til gravøl, og til liksong deim som kann kveda.
17 In all the vine-gardens there will be cries of grief: for I will go through among you, says the Lord.
Frå kvar vinhage liksongar stig; for eg vil millom dykk ganga, segjer Herren.
18 Sorrow to you who are looking for the day of the Lord! what is the day of the Lord to you? it is dark and not light.
Ai dykk som trår etter Herrens dag! Kva er han for dykk, Herrens dag? Han er myrker og ikkje ljos.
19 As if a man, running away from a lion, came face to face with a bear; or went into the house and put his hand on the wall and got a bite from a snake.
Som når du undan ei løva spring og møter ein bjørn, du kjem heim og styd handi mot veggen, og so bit deg ein orm.
20 Will not the day of the Lord be dark and not light? even very dark, with no light shining in it?
Ja, ja, myrker er Herrens dag og ikkje ljos, dimleitt, han hev ingen glans.
21 Your feasts are disgusting to me, I will have nothing to do with them; I will take no delight in your holy meetings.
Eg hatar og vanvyrder dykkar høgtider, eg hev ingen hugnad i dykkar stemnor,
22 Even if you give me your burned offerings and your meal offerings, I will not take pleasure in them: I will have nothing to do with the peace-offerings of your fat beasts.
ja, um de meg brennoffer gjev og grjonoffer, det hugar ikkje meg. Eg gjev ikkje på gjødkalve-offer gaum.
23 Take away from me the noise of your songs; my ears are shut to the melody of your instruments.
Lat meg vera i fred for din buldrande song, ditt harpespel lyder eg’kje på.
24 But let the right go rolling on like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.
Men lat rett velta fram som vatn, og rettferd som rennande bekk!
25 Did you come to me with offerings of beasts and meal offerings in the waste land for forty years, O Israel?
Bar De slagtoffer, grjonoffer til meg dei fyrti åri i øydemarki, du Israels hus?
26 Truly, you will take up Saccuth your king and Kaiwan your images, the star of your god, which you made for yourselves.
Og bar det då Sukkot, dykkar konge, og Kijun, dykkar bilæte, dykkar gudestjerna, som de hadde gjort dykk?
27 And I will send you away as prisoners farther than Damascus, says the Lord, whose name is the God of armies.
Eg vil føra dykk av burtanfor Damaskus, segjer han som heiter Herren, allhers Gud.
