Micah 7
1 Woe is me, for I am become as one that gleaneth in autumn the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat, my soul desired the firstripe figs.
Ve mig! Det gaar mig som ved Frugthøst, ved Vinhøstens Efterslæt: Ikke en Drue at spise, ej en Figen, min Sjæl har Lyst til!
2 The holy man is perished out of the earth, and there is none upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood, every one hunteth his brother to death.
De fromme er svundet af Landet, ikke et Menneske er sanddru. De lurer alle paa Blod og jager hverandre med Net.
3 The evil of their hands they call good: the prince requireth, and the judge is for giving: and the great man hath uttered the desire of his soul, and they have troubled it.
Deres Hænder er flinke til ondt, Fyrsten kræver, Dommeren er villig for Betaling; Stormanden nævner, hvad han begærer; og derefter snor de det sammen.
4 He that is best among them, is as a brier: and he that is righteous, as the thorn of the hedge. The day of thy inspection, thy visitation cometh: now shall be their destruction.
Den bedste er som en Tornebusk, den ærlige værre end en Tjørnehæk. Dine Vægteres Dag, din Hjemsøgelse kommer, af Rædsel rammes de nu.
5 Believe not a friend, and trust not in a prince: keep the doors of thy mouth from her that sleepeth in thy bosom.
Tro ikke eders Næste, stol ikke paa en Ven, vogt Mundens Døre for hende, du favner!
6 For the son dishonoureth the father, and the daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter in law against her mother in law: and a man’s enemies are they of his own household.
Thi Søn agter Fader ringe, Datter staar Moder imod, Svigerdatter Svigermoder, en Mand har sine Husfolk til Fjender.
7 But I will look towards the Lord, I will wait for God my Saviour: my God will hear me.
Men jeg vil spejde efter HERREN, jeg bier paa min Frelses Gud; min Gud vil høre mig.
8 Rejoice not, thou, my enemy, over me, because I am fallen: I shall arise, when I sit in darkness, the Lord is my light.
Glæd dig ej over mig, min Fjende! Thi jeg faldt, men staar op; om end jeg sidder i Mørke, er HERREN mit Lys.
9 I will bear the wrath of the Lord, because I have sinned against him; until he judge my cause and execute judgment for me: he will bring me forth into the light, I shall behold his justice.
Jeg vil bære HERRENS Vrede — jeg synded jo mod ham — indtil han strider for mig og skaffer mig Ret; han fører mig ud i Lys, jeg skal skue hans Retfærd.
10 And my enemy shall behold, and she shall be covered with shame, who saith to me: Where is the Lord thy God? My eyes shall look down upon her: now shall she be trodden under foot as the mire of the streets.
Min Fjende skal se derpaa og fyldes med Skam, han, som spørger mig: »Hvor er HERREN din Gud?« Mine Øjne skal med Skadefryd se ham, naar han trampes ned som Skarn paa Gaden.
11 The day shall come, that thy walls may be built up: in that day shall the law be far removed.
En Dag skal dine Mure bygges, en Dag skal Grænsen vides ud,
12 In that day they shall come even from Assyria to thee, and to the fortified cities: and from the fortified cities even to the river, and from sea to sea, and from mountain to mountain.
en Dag skal man komme til dig lige fra Assur til Ægypten, lige fra Ægypten til Floden, fra Hav til Hav, fra Bjerg til Bjerg.
13 And the land shall be made desolate, because of the inhabitants thereof, and for the fruit of their devices.
Men Jorden og de, som bor derpaa, lægges øde til Løn for deres Værk.
14 Feed thy people with thy rod, the flock of thy inheritance, them that dwell alone in the forest, in the midst of Carmel: they shall feed in Basan and Galaad according to the days of old.
Vogt med din Stav dit Folk, din Ejendoms Hjord, som bor for sig selv i Skoven, i Frugthavens Midte; lad dem græsse i Basan og Gilead som i gamle Dage!
15 According to the days of thy coming out of the land of Egypt I will shew him wonders.
Giv os Undere at skue, som da du drog ud af Ægypten;
16 The nations shall see, and shall be confounded at all their strength: they shall put the hand upon the mouth, their ears shall be deaf.
lad Folkene se det og blues ved al deres Vælde, lægge Haand paa Mund, lad Ørene døves paa dem!
17 They shall lick the dust like serpents, as the creeping things of the earth, they shall be disturbed in their houses: they shall dread the Lord our God, and shall fear thee.
Lad dem slikke Støv som Slangen, som Jordens Kryb, rædde komme frem af deres Borge til HERREN vor Gud og ængstes og frygte for dig!
18 Who is a God like to thee, who takest away iniquity, and passest by the sin of the remnant of thy inheritance? he will send his fury in no more, because he delighteth in mercy.
Hvo er en Gud som du, der tilgiver Brøde, bærer over med Synd hos din Ejendoms Rest, ej evigt gemmer paa Vrede, men gerne er naadig?
19 He will turn again, and have mercy on us: he will put away our iniquities: and he will cast all our sins into the bottom of the sea.
Han vil atter forbarme sig over os, træde vor Brøde under Fod, du vil kaste alle vore Synder i Havets Dyb!
20 Thou wilt perform the truth of Jacob, the mercy to Abraham: which thou hast sworn to our fathers from the days of old.
Du vil vise Jakob Trofasthed, Abraham Naade, som du svor vore Fædre til i fordums Dage.
