Micah 4
1 In the last days, the mountain where the Lord's Temple stands will be recognized as the highest of all mountains, rising above other hills. Crowds of people from many places will travel to it.
Og det skal ske i de sidste Dage, at HERRENS Huses Bjerg, grundfæstet på Bjergenes Top, skal løfte sig op over Højene. Did skal Folkeslag strømme.
2 Many nations will come and say, “Let's go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the Temple of the God of Jacob. There God will teach us his ways and we will follow his directions.” God's teachings will spread out from Zion, his word from Jerusalem.
og talrige Folk komme vandrende: "Kom, lad os drage til HERRENs Bjerg, til Jakobs Guds Hus; os skal han lære sine Veje, så vi kan gå på hans Stier; thi fra Zion udgår Åbenbaring, fra Jerusalem HERRENs Ord."
3 The Lord will decide the cases of the nations, he will settle arguments between distant powerful nations. They will hammer their swords and turn them into plough blades, and their spears into pruning hooks. Nations will not fight against each other anymore; they will no longer learn methods of warfare.
Da dømmer han mange Folkeslag imellem, skifter Ret mellem talrige, fjerne Folk; deres Sværd skal de smede til Plovjern, deres Spyd til Vingårdsknive; Folk skal ej løfte Sværd mod Folk, ej øve sig i Våbenfærd mer.
4 Everyone will be able to sit under their own vine and their own fig tree, for there will be no one to make them afraid. I the Lord Almighty has spoken!
Da sidder hver under sin Vinstok og sit Figenfræ, og ingen. skræmmer dem, så sandt Hærskarers HERREs Mund har talet.
5 Even though all the other nations follow their gods, we will follow the Lord our God forever and ever.
Thi alle Folkeslag vandrer hvert i sin Guds Navn, men vi vil vandre i HERREN vor Guds Navn for evigt og altid.
6 On that day, declares the Lord, I will gather those who are lame, I will bring together those who have been scattered in exile, those whom I punished.
På hin Dag, lyder det fra HERREN, samler jeg det, der halter, sanker det spredte sammen og det, jeg har hjemsøgt med ondt.
7 I will make those who remain, crippled and driven far away, into a strong nation, and the Lord will rule them from Mount Zion forever and ever.
Det haltende gør jeg til en Rest, det svage til et kraftigt Folk; og HERREN er Konge over dem på Zions Bjerg fra nu og til evig Tid.
8 And as for you, Jerusalem, watchtower of the flock, your former royal rule and power will be returned to you: the kingdom will be given back to Jerusalem.
Men du, o Hyrdetårn, Zions Datters Høj, til dig skal det komme, det forrige Herredømme tilfalde dig, Jerusalems Datters Rige.
9 So why are you screaming aloud? Don't you have a king? Has the king who advises you died so that pain has gripped you like a woman in childbirth?
Hvi skriger du dog så højt? Er Kongen ikke i dig? Er da din Rådgiver borte, nu du grebes af Fødselsveer?
10 Thrash around in agony like a woman giving birth, people of Zion—for you will be expelled from the city, forced to camp out in the open, and exiled to Babylon. But the Lord will bring you back, and rescue you from the power of your enemies.
Vrid dig og vånd dig som i Barnsnød, Zions Datter! Thi nu skal du ud af Byen og bo på Marken, og du skal komme til Babel; der skal du frelses, der vil HERREN genløse dig af dine Fjenders Hånd.
11 Right now many enemies are gathered against you, saying, “Let us attack and violate her, so we can look with gloating over Zion!”
Nu er de samlet imod dig, de mange Folk, som siger: "Vanæres skal det; vort Øje skal se med Skadefryd på Zion."
12 But they don't know what the Lord is thinking, and don't understand what he is planning. He has brought them together like bundles of grain to the threshing floor.
Men de, de kender ikke det mindste til HERRENs Tanker, de fatter ikke hans Råd, at han samled dem som Neg på Lo.
13 People of Zion, get up and start threshing, for I will make for you iron horns and bronze hooves so you can break many nations into pieces. You will present their stolen plunder to the Lord, their wealth to the Lord of all the earth.
Op og tærsk, du Zions Datter! Thi jeg giver dig Horn af Jern, jeg giver dig Klove af Kobber. Du skal knuse de mange Folk, lægge Band på Byttet for HERREN, på Godset for al Jordens Herre.
