Amos 5
1 Listen, people of Israel, to this funeral lament that I sing about you!
Hør dette Ord, en Klagesang, som jeg istemmer over eder, Israels Hus:
2 Virgin Israel has fallen, and will never rise again! She lies abandoned on the ground, and there is no one to help her up.
Hun er faldet og rejser sig ikke, Israels Jomfru, henstrakt paa sin Jord, og ingen rejser hende op.
3 This is what the Lord says: From a city that sends out a thousand soldiers, only a hundred will return; from a city that sends out a hundred soldiers, only ten will return.
Thi saa siger den Herre HERREN: Den By, som gaar i Leding med tusind, faar hundred tilbage, og den som gaar i Leding med hundred, faar ti tilbage i Israels Hus.
4 This is what the Lord says to the people of Israel: Look to me so you may live!
Thi saa siger HERREN til Israels Hus: Søg mig, saa skal I leve!
5 Do not look to the false gods of Bethel, do not go to the pagan shrines of Gilgal or travel to those of Beersheba. For Gilgal will go into exile, and Bethel will come to nothing.
Søg ikke til Betel, gaa ikke til Gilgal, drag ikke til Be'ersjeba! Thi Gilgal skal blive landflygtig, og Betel skal blive til intet.
6 Look to the Lord so you may live! Otherwise he will explode like fire against the descendants of Joseph and no one from Bethel will be able to quench it.
Søg HERREN, saa skal I leve, at ikke en Lue slaar ud, en ædende Ild mod Josefs Hus, og Betel har ingen, som slukker.
7 You twist justice and make it bitter, you throw integrity to the ground.
Ve dem, som gør Ret til Malurt og kaster Retfærd i Støvet!
8 The One who made the Pleiades and Orion, who turns the darkness into morning, and daytime into night, who calls for the water of the seas, and pours it down as rain upon the earth—the Lord is his name!
Syvstjernens og Orions Skaber, han, som vender Mulm til Morgen og gør Dag til Nattemørke, som kalder ad Havets Vande og gyder dem ud over Jorden, HERREN er hans Navn!
9 In a flash he cuts down the strong and destroys the fortresses.
Han lader Ødelæggelse bryde ind over Borge, Ødelæggelse komme over Fæstninger.
10 You hate anyone who confronts injustice and loathe anyone who speaks honestly.
De hader Rettens Talsmand i Porten og afskyr den, som taler sandt.
11 Because you trample down the poor and impose a tax on their grain, building for yourselves impressive houses, you will not live in them, and you will not drink wine from the fine vineyards you have planted.
Derfor, da I træder paa den ringe og tager Afgift af hans Korn, skal I vel bygge Kvaderstenshuse, men ikke bo deri; I skal vel plante yndige Vingaarde, men Vinen skal I ikke drikke.
12 For I know the extent of your wrongdoing and your numerous sins. You oppress good people by taking bribes, and you prevent the poor from getting justice in the courts.
Jeg ved, eders Overtrædelser er mange og uden Tal eders Synder, I Rettens Fjender, som tager mod Bøde og bortviser fattige i Porten.
13 So smart people keep quiet in such evil times.
Derfor tier den kloge i denne Tid, thi det er onde Tider.
14 Do what is right, and not evil, so you may live. Then the Lord God of power will be with you, as you claim he is.
Søg det gode, ej det onde, for at I maa leve, og HERREN, Hærskarers Gud, maa være med eder, som I siger, han er.
15 Hate evil and love good—and make sure justice wins out in your courts. Maybe the Lord God of power will have mercy on those who are left of Jacob's people.
Had det onde og elsk det gode, hold Retten i Hævd i Porten! Maaske vil da HERREN, Hærskarers Gud, være naadig mod Josefs Rest.
16 For this is what the Lord, the Lord God of power says: There will be weeping in the city squares and wailing in the streets. They will call even the farmers to grieve, as well as the professional mourners.
Derfor, saa siger HERREN, Herren, Hærskarers Gud: Paa alle Torve skal klages, i alle Gader raabes: »Ve! Ve!« Bonden kalder til Sorg, til Ligklage Klagemænd;
17 There will be wailing in every vineyard, for I will pass through the midst of you, says the Lord.
i hver en Vingaard skal klages, naar jeg drager igennem din Midte, siger HERREN.
18 How disastrous it will be for those of you who long for the day of the Lord. Why would you want the day of the Lord to come? It will bring darkness, not light.
Ve eder, som længes efter HERRENS Dag! Hvad vil I med HERRENS Dag? Mørke er den, ej Lys.
19 It will be like a man running away from a lion only to meet a bear; or a man who goes home and leans his hand on a wall, only to be bitten by a snake.
Da gaar det, som naar en Mand flyr for en Løve og møder en Bjørn og, naar han tyr ind i Huset og støtter sin Haand til Væggen, bides af en Slange.
20 Isn't the day of the Lord darkness without light? Yes, pitch dark without a glimmer of light.
Ja, HERRENS Dag er Mørke, ej Lys, Bælgmørke uden Solskin.
21 I hate, I despise your festivals and take no delight in your religious assemblies.
Jeg hader, forsmaar eders Fester, er led ved eders festlige Samlinger,
22 Even though you present me with burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them. As for your peace offerings of fattened cattle—I will not even look at them.
om ogsaa I bringer mig Brændofre. Eders Afgrødeofre behager mig ej, eders Fedekvægs-Takofre ser jeg ej til.
23 Stop your noisy worship songs. I will not listen to the melody of your harps.
Spar mig dog for eders larmende Sang, eders Harpeklang hører jeg ikke.
24 Rather let justice flow like a river, and doing right like an ever-flowing stream.
Nej, Ret skal vælde frem som Vand og Retfærd som svulmende Bæk.
25 Did you bring me sacrifices during those forty years in the desert, people of Israel?
Bragte I mig Slagtoffer og Afgrødeoffer de fyrretyve Ørkenaar, Israels Hus?
26 But now you carry idols of Sakkuth your king and Kaiwan your star god that you made for yourselves.
Saa skal I da bære Sakkut, eders Konge, og Kevan, eders Gudestjerne, Billeder, som I har lavet eder.
27 So I will send you into exile in a land beyond Damascus, says the Lord, whose name is the God of power.
I Landflygtighed jager jeg eder hinsides Damaskus, siger HERREN; Hærskarers Gud er hans Navn.
