Micah 6

1 Hear ye now what the LORD saith; Arise, contend thou before the mountains, and let the hills hear thy voice.

Hør, hvad HERREN taler: Kom fremfør din Trætte for Bjergene, lad Højene høre din Røst!

2 Hear ye, O mountains, the LORD’s controversy, and ye strong foundations of the earth: for the LORD hath a controversy with his people, and he will plead with Israel.

I Bjerge, hør HERRENs Trætte, lyt til, I Jordens Grundvolde! Thi HERREN har Trætte med sit Folk, med Israel går han i Rette:

3 O my people, what have I done unto thee? and wherein have I wearied thee? testify against me.

Hvad har jeg gjort dig, mit Folk. med hvad har jeg plaget dig? Svar!

4 For I brought thee up out of the land of Egypt, and redeemed thee out of the house of servants; and I sent before thee Moses, Aaron, and Miriam.

Jeg førte dig jo op fra Ægypten og udløste dig af Trællehuset, og jeg sendte for dit Ansigt Moses, Aron og Mirjam.

5 O my people, remember now what Balak king of Moab consulted, and what Balaam the son of Beor answered him from Shittim unto Gilgal; that ye may know the righteousness of the LORD.

Mit Folk, kom i Hu, hvad Kong Balak af Moab havde i Sinde, og hvad Bileam, Beors Søn, svarede ham, fra Sjittim til Gilgal, for at du kan kende HERRENs Retfærdsgerninger.

6 Wherewith shall I come before the LORD, [and] bow myself before the high God? shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves of a year old?

"Med hvad skal jeg møde HERREN, bøje mig for Højhedens Gud? Skal jeg møde ham med Brændofre, møde med årgamle Kalve?

7 Will the LORD be pleased with thousands of rams, [or] with ten thousands of rivers of oil? shall I give my firstborn [for] my transgression, the fruit of my body [for] the sin of my soul?

Har HERREN Behag i Tusinder af Vædre, Titusinder af Oliestrømme? Skal jeg give min førstefødte for min Synd, mit Livs Frugt som Bod for min Sjæl?"

8 He hath shewed thee, O man, what [is] good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?

Det er sagt dig, o Menneske, hvad der er godt, og hvad HERREN kræver af dig: hvad andet end at øve Ret, gerne vise Kærlighed og vandre ydmygt med din Gud.

9 The LORD’s voice crieth unto the city, and [the man of] wisdom shall see thy name: hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it.

Hør, HERREN råber til Byen (at frygte dit Navn er Visdom): Hør, Stamme og Byens Menighed!

10 Are there yet the treasures of wickedness in the house of the wicked, and the scant measure [that is] abominable?

Skal jeg tåle Skattene i den gudløses Hus og den magre, forbandede Efa,

11 Shall I count [them] pure with the wicked balances, and with the bag of deceitful weights?

tilgive Gudløsheds Vægt og Pungen med falske Lodder?

12 For the rich men thereof are full of violence, and the inhabitants thereof have spoken lies, and their tongue [is] deceitful in their mouth.

Dens Rigmænd er fulde af Vold, dens Borgeres Tale er Løgn, og Tungen er falsk i deres Mund.

13 Therefore also will I make [thee] sick in smiting thee, in making [thee] desolate because of thy sins.

Derfor tog jeg til at slå dig, ødelægge dig for dine Synder.

14 Thou shalt eat, but not be satisfied; and thy casting down [shall be] in the midst of thee; and thou shalt take hold, but shalt not deliver; and [that] which thou deliverest will I give up to the sword.

Du skal spise, men ikke mættes, lige tomt skal dit Indre være; hvad du hengemmer, skal du ej bjærge, og hvad du bjærger, giver jeg Sværdet;

15 Thou shalt sow, but thou shalt not reap; thou shalt tread the olives, but thou shalt not anoint thee with oil; and sweet wine, but shalt not drink wine.

du skal så, men ikke høste, perse Oliven, men ikke salve dig, perse Most, men ej drikke Vin.

16 For the statutes of Omri are kept, and all the works of the house of Ahab, and ye walk in their counsels; that I should make thee a desolation, and the inhabitants thereof an hissing: therefore ye shall bear the reproach of my people.

Du fulgte Omris Skikke, al Akabs Huses Færd; I vandrede efter deres Råd, så jeg må gøre dig til Ørk og Byens Borgere til Spot; Folkenes Hån skal I bære.