Micah 2
1 Woe to those who lie awake planning evil, who in the light of morning carry out their plan because they have the power to do it.
Ve dem, der paa Lejet udtænker Uret og Udaad, og sætter det i Værk, naar det dages, da det staar i deres Magt.
2 They covet fields and seize them, desire houses and take them, they crush householder and his household, people and their possessions.
De attraar Marker og raner dem, Huse og tager dem, undertrykker Mand og Hus, Ejendom og Ejer.
3 Therefore the Lord says: ‘I am planning disaster from which you cannot save your neck, nor walk proudly because it will be a terrible time.
Derfor, saa siger HERREN: Se, jeg optænker Ulykke mod denne Slægt, fra hvilken I ikke skal kunne fri eders Hals eller gaa med oprejst Hoved; thi en ond Tid er det.
4 On that day they will sing a taunt-song to you, this mocking lament: “My people’s estate is being measured for sale, our captors are dividing our fields. We are completely undone.”
Paa denne Dag skal der bruges et Mundheld om jer og klages: »Sket som talt! Vi er helt lagt øde; mit Folk faar sin Lod skiftet ud, ingen giver den tilbage; vor Mark skiftes ud til dem, som fører os bort.«
5 There will be no one to measure out land for you from the Lord’s community.
Derfor har du ingen til at udspænde Snoren over en Lod i HERRENS Forsamling.
6 ‘“Don’t rant!” they urge, “Of such things one does not prophesy! Shame will not overtake us!
»Præk ikke!« saa præker de, »man præker ikke om sligt; faar hans Smæden ej Ende?« Hvad siger du, Jakobs Hus?
7 Is the Lord impatient, or are such things his deeds? Are not his words favourable to the family of Jacob?” Aren’t my commands good for those who obey them?
»Er HERREN da hastig til Vrede, handler han saa? Er hans Ord ej milde mod den, som vandrer ret?«
8 But you, you stand up as a foe against those who are peaceful; you strip the robe from those who pass by quietly, averse to conflict.
Men I er fjendske imod, paa Nakken af mit Folk; Kappen over Kjortelen river I af dem, som vandrer trygt og afskyr Strid.
9 Women of my people you drive out from their happy homes, from their young children you take away my glory forever.
Mit Folks Kvinder driver I ud af det Hjem, de holdt af, I tager for evigt min Ære fra deres Børn:
10 Rise and begone, for this is no place to rest. Your uncleanness brings destruction, severe destruction.
»Op, ryk ud! Thi her kan I ikke bo for den Urenheds Skyld, som volder svar Fordærv.«
11 If a person walking in wine and falsehood were to say, “I will prophesy to you of wine and strong drink,” then he would be the perfect prophet for this people!’
I Fald der kom en Mand med Tomhed og Svig og Løgn: »Jeg vil præke for dig om Vin og Drik!« det var en Præker for dette Folk.
12 ‘I will assuredly assemble all of Jacob, I will surely gather the survivors of Israel. I will herd them together as sheep in a fold, like a flock in the pasture, and the land will resound with the sounds of multitudes.
Jeg vil samle dig, hele Jakob, opsanke Israels Rest, faa dem sammen som Faar i Fold, som en Hjord i Græsgangens Midte; af Mennesker bliver der en Summen.
13 ‘The one who breaks out goes first. They have broken forth and passed by the gate and through it have they gone out. Their king leads before them, the Lord at their head.’
En Vejbryder gaar foran dem; de bryder gennem Porten og gaar ud. Foran dem skrider deres Konge og HERREN i Spidsen for dem.
