Zechariah 13

1 In that day there shall be a fountaine opened to the house of Dauid, and to the inhabitants of Ierusalem, for sinne and for vncleannesse.

Paa hin Dag skal en Kilde vælde frem for Davids Hus og Jerusalems Indbyggere mod Synd og Urenhed.

2 And in that day, sayth the Lord of hostes, I will cut off the names of the idoles out of the land: and they shall no more be remembred: and I will cause the prophets, and the vncleane spirit to depart out of the land.

Og paa hin Dag, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, udrydder jeg Afgudernes Navne af Landet, saa de ikke mer skal ihukommes; ogsaa Profeterne og Urenhedens Aand driver jeg ud af Landet.

3 And when any shall yet prophesie, his father and his mother that begate him, shall say vnto him, Thou shalt not liue: for thou speakest lies in the name of the Lord: and his father and his mother that begat him, shall thrust him through, when he prophesieth.

Naar nogen da atter profeterer, skal hans egne Forældre, hans Fader og Moder, sige til ham: »Du har forbrudt dit Liv, thi du har talt Løgn i HERRENS Navn.« Og hans egne Forældre, hans Fader og Moder, skal gennembore ham, naar han profeterer.

4 And in that day shall the prophetes be ashamed euery one of his vision, when he hath prophesied: neither shall they weare a rough garment to deceiue.

Paa hin Dag skal hver en Profet skamme sig over sine Syner, naar han profeterer, og han skal ikke klæde sig i laadden Kappe for at føre Folk bag Lyset,

5 But he shall say, I am no Prophet: I am an husbandman: for man taught me to be an heardman from my youth vp.

men sige: »Jeg er ingen Profet; jeg er Bonde og har dyrket Jord fra min Ungdom.«

6 And one shall say vnto him, What are these woundes in thine hands? Then he shall answere, Thus was I wounded in the house of my friendes.

Og spørger man ham: »Hvad er det for Saar paa dit Bryst?« skal han sige: »Dem fik jeg i mine Boleres Hus.«

7 Arise, O sword, vpon my shepheard, and vpon the man, that is my fellow, sayth the Lord of hostes: smite the shepheard, and the sheepe shall be scattered: and I will turne mine hand vpon the litle ones.

Frem, Sværd, imod min Hyrde, mod Manden, som staar mig nær, saa lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE. Hyrden vil jeg slaa, saa Faarehjorden spredes; mod Drengene løfter jeg Haanden.

8 And in all the land, sayeth the Lord, two partes therein shall be cut off, and die: but the third shall be left therein.

Og i hele Landet lyder det fra HERREN, skal to Tredjedele udryddes og udaande, men een Tredjedel skal levnes.

9 And I will bring that third part thorowe the fire, and will fine them as the siluer is fined, and will trye them as golde is tryed: they shall call on my Name, and I will heare them: I will say, It is my people, and they shall say, The Lord is my God.

Og denne Tredjedel fører jeg i Ild og renser den, som man renser Sølv, prøver den, som man prøver Guld. Den skal paakalde mit Navn, og jeg svarer; jeg siger: »Den er mit Folk.« Og den skal sige: »HERREN er min Gud.«