Zechariah 9
1 The burden of the worde of the Lord in the land of Hadrach: and Damascus shalbe his rest: when the eyes of man, euen of all the tribes of Israel shalbe toward the Lord.
Et Udsagn: HERRENS Ord er over Hadraks Land, i Damaskus slaar det sig ned — thi Aram forbrød sig mod HERREN — det er over alle, som hader Israel,
2 And Hamath also shall border thereby: Tyrus also and Zidon, though they be very wise.
ogsaa over Hamat, som grænser dertil, Tyrus og Zidon, thi det er saare viist.
3 For Tyrus did build her selfe a strong holde, and heaped vp siluer as the dust, and golde as the myre of the streetes.
Tyrus bygged sig en Fæstning og ophobed Sølv som Støv og Guld som Gadeskarn.
4 Beholde, the Lord wil spoyle her, and he wil smite her power in the Sea, and she shalbe deuoured with fire.
Se, HERREN vil tage det i Eje og styrte dets Bolværk i Havet, det selv skal fortæres af Ild.
5 Ashkelon shall see it, and feare, and Azzah also shalbe very sorowfull, and Ekron: for her countenance shalbe ashamed, and the King shall perish from Azzah, and Ashkelon shall not be inhabited.
Askalon ser det og frygter, Gaza og Ekron skælver voldsomt, thi Haabet brast. Gaza mister sin Konge, i Askalon skal ingen bo,
6 And the stranger shall dwell in Ashdod, and I wil cut off the pride of the Philistims.
i Asdod skal Udskud bo. Jeg gør Ende paa Filisterens Hovmod,
7 And I wil take away his blood out of his mouth, and his abominations from betweene his teeth: but he that remaineth, euen he shalbe for our God, and he shalbe as a prince in Iudah, but Ekron shalbe as a Iebusite.
tager Blodet ud af hans Mund og Væmmelsen bort fra hans Tænder. Ogsaa han bliver reddet for vor Gud, han bliver som en Slægt i Juda, Ekron som en Jebusit.
8 And I will campe about mine House against the armie, against him that passeth by, and against him that returneth, and no oppressour shall come vpon them any more: for now haue I seene with mine eyes.
Som en Vagt lejrer jeg mig for mit Hus mod dem, som kommer og gaar; aldrig mer skal en Voldsmand gaa igennem deres Land, thi nu har jeg set det med mine egne Øjne.
9 Reioyce greatly, O daughter Zion: shoute for ioy, O daughter Ierusalem: beholde, thy King commeth vnto thee: he is iust and saued himselfe, poore and riding vpon an asse, and vpon a colt the foale of an asse.
Fryd dig saare, Zions Datter, raab med Glæde, Jerusalems Datter! Se, din Konge kommer til dig. Retfærdig og sejrrig er han, ydmyg, ridende paa et Æsel, paa en Asenindes Føl.
10 And I wil cut off the charets from Ephraim, and the horse from Ierusalem: the bowe of the battel shalbe broken, and he shall speake peace vnto the heathen, and his dominion shalbe from sea vnto sea, and from the Riuer to the end of the land.
Han udrydder Vognene af Efraim, Hestene af Jerusalem, Stridsbuerne ryddes til Side. Hans Ord stifter Fred mellem Folkene, han hersker fra Hav til Hav, fra Floden til Jordens Ende.
11 Thou also shalt be saued through the blood of thy couenant. I haue loosed thy prisoners out of the pit wherein is no water.
For Pagtblodets Skyld vil jeg ogsaa slippe dine Fanger ud, ja ud af den vandløse Brønd.
12 Turne you to the strong holde, ye prisoners of hope: euen to day doe I declare, that I will render the double vnto thee.
Hjem til Borgen, I Fanger med Haab! Ogsaa i Dag forkyndes: Jeg giver dig tvefold Bod!
13 For Iudah haue I bent as a bowe for me: Ephraims hand haue I filled, and I haue raised vp thy sonnes, O Zion, against thy sonnes, O Grecia, and haue made thee as a gyants sword.
Thi jeg spænder mig Juda som Bue, lægger Efraim paa som Pil og vækker dine Sønner, Zion, imod dine Sønner, Javan. Jeg gør dig som Heltens Sværd.
14 And the Lord shalbe seene ouer them, and his arrowe shall go forth as the lightning: and the Lord God shall blowe the trumpet, and shall come forth with the whirlewindes of the South.
Over dem viser sig HERREN, hans Pil farer ud som et Lyn. Den Herre HERREN støder i Horn, skrider frem i Søndenstorm;
15 The Lord of hostes shall defend them, and they shall deuoure them, and subdue them with sling stones, and they shall drinke, and make a noyse as thorowe wine, and they shalbe filled like bowles, and as the hornes of the altar.
dem værner Hærskarers HERRE. De opæder, nedtramper Slyngekasterne, drikker deres Blod som Vin og fyldes som Offerskaalen, som Alterets Hjørner.
16 And the Lord their God shall deliuer them in that day as the flocke of his people: for they shall be as the stones of the crowne lifted up upon his land.
HERREN deres Gud skal paa denne Dag frelse dem som sit Folks Hjord; thi de er Kronesten, der funkler over hans Land.
17 For howe great is his goodnesse! and howe great is his beautie! corne shall make the yong men cherefull, and newe wine the maides.
Hvor det er dejligt, hvor skønt! Thi Korn giver blomstrende Ungersvende, Most giver blomstrende Møer.
