Amos 5
1 Hear ye this word, which, I, am taking up concerning you—even a dirge, O house of Israel.
Hør dette Ord, en klagesang, som jeg istemmer over eder, Israels Hus:
2 She hath fallen—she cannot again rise, the virgin, Israel, —she lieth forsaken on her soil, there is none to raise her up.
Hun er faldet og rejser sig ikke, Israels Jomfru, henstrakt på sin Jord, og ingen rejser hende op.
3 For, thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, The city that goeth out a thousand strong, shall have left it a hundred, —And, that which goeth out a hundred strong, shall have left it ten, belonging to the house of Israel.
Thi så siger den Herre HERREN: Den By, som går i Leding med tusind, får hundred tilbage, og den som går i Leding med hundred, får ti tilbage i Israels Hus.
4 For, thus, saith Yahweh, to the house of Israel, —Seek me, and live;
Thi så siger HERREN til Israels Hus: Søg mig, så skal I leve!
5 Then do not seek Bethel, and, Gilgal, shall ye not enter, and, unto Beer-sheba, shall ye not cross over, For, Gilgal, shall, surely go into exile, and, Bethel, shall become a trouble.
Søg ikke til Betel, gå ikke til Gilgal, drag ikke til Beersjeba! Thi Gilgal skal blive landflygtig, og Betel skal blive til intet.
6 Seek ye Yahweh, and live, —lest he break forth, like a fire, upon the house of Joseph, and it devour with none to quench it, for Bethel.
Søg HERREN, så skal I leve, at ikke en Lue slår ud, en ædende Ild mod Josefs Hus, og Betel har ingen, som slukker.
7 Ye who turn, into, wormwood, justice, and, righteousness—to the ground have let fall.
Ve dem, som gør Ret til Malurt og kaster Retfærd i Støvet!
8 [Seek him] who made the Cluster and the Giant, and turneth, into morning, the shadow of death, and who, day into night, doth darken, Him who calleth to the waters of the sea, and poureth them out on the face of the land, Yahweh, is his name:
Syvstjernens og Orions Skaber, han, som vender Mulm til Morgen og gør Dag til Nattemørke, som kalder ad Havets Vande og gyder dem ud over Jorden, HERREN er hans Navn!
9 Him who flasheth force on the strong, —and, force, on the fortress, alighteth!
Han lader Ødelæggelse bryde ind over Borge, Ødelæggelse komme over Fæstninger.
10 They hate the man who, in the gate, rebuketh, —and, him who speaketh truthfully, they abhor.
De hader Rettens Talsmand i Porten og afskyr den, som taler sandt.
11 Therefore—because ye have trampled on the poor, and, the gift of corn, ye would take away from him, though, houses of hewn stone, ye have built, Yet shall ye not dwell in them, —Though, delightful vineyards, ye have planted, Yet shall ye not drink the wine of them.
Derfor, da I træder på den ringe og tager Afgift af hans Korn, skal I vel bygge Kvaderstenshuse, men ikke bo den; I skal vel plante yndige Vingårde, men Vinen skal I ikke drikke.
12 For I know how numerous are your transgressions, and how surpassing your sins, —ye adversaries of the righteous! ye acceptors of a bribe! Even the needy in the gate, have they turned away!
Jeg ved, eders Overtrædelser er mange og uden Tal eders Synder, I Rettens Fjender, som tager mod Bøde og bortviser fattige i Porten.
13 Therefore, the prudent man, at that time, will be dumb, —Because an evil time, it is!
Derfor tier den kloge i denne Tid, thi det er onde Tider.
14 Seek ye right and not wrong, that ye nay live, —that, so, Yahweh God of hosts, may be with you, as ye have said.
Søg det gode, ej det onde, for at I må leve og Hærskarers Gud, må være med eder, som I siger, han er.
15 Hate wrong, and love right, and station, Justice, in the gate, —Peradventure, Yahweh, God of hosts, will be gracious unto the remnant of Joseph.
Had det onde og elsk det gode, hold Retten i Hævd i Porten! Måske vil da HERREN, Hærskarers Gud, være nådig mod Josefs Rest.
16 Therefore, thus, saith Yahweh, God of hosts, My Lord, In all broadways, shall be lamentation, and, in all streets, shall they say, Alas! Alas! And they shall call the husbandman unto the mourning, and, unto the lamentation, them who know a wailing song;
Derfor, så siger HERREN, Herren, Hærskarers Gud: På alle Torve skal klages, i alle Gader råbes: "Ve! Ve!" Bonden kalder til Sorg, til Ligklage Klagemænd;
17 Ye, in all vineyards, lamentation, —For I will pass along through thy midst, saith Yahweh.
i hver en Vingård skal klages, når jeg drager igennem din Midte, siger HERREN.
18 Alas for them who are longing for the day of Yahweh, —What good to you, is the day of Yahweh? it, being darkness and not light:
Ve eder, som længes efter HERRENs Dag! Hvad vil I med HERRENs Dag? Mørke er den, ej Lys.
19 As if a man should flee from the face of a lion, and there should meet him—a bear! or he should have entered the house, and leaned his hand upon the wall, and there should bite him—a serpent!
Da går det, som når en Mand flyr for en Løve og møder en Bjørn og, når han tyr ind i Huset og støtter sin Hånd til Væggen, bides af en Slange.
20 Shall not the day of Yahweh be, darkness, and not light? yea, thick darkness and no brightness in it?
Ja, HERRENs Dag er Mørke, ej Lys, Bælgmørke uden Solskin.
21 I hate, I despise your festivals, —and can scent no fragrance in your solemn feasts.
Jeg hader, forsmår eders Fester, er led ved eders festlige Samlinger,
22 Nay, though ye cause to ascend unto me ascending-sacrifices, and your meal-offerings, I will not accept [them], —nor, the peace-offering of your fat heifers, will I regard.
om også I bringer mig Brændofre. Eders Afgrødeofre behager mig ej, eders Fedekvægs-Takofre ser jeg ej til.
23 Take thou away from me, the noise of thy songs, —Even the melody of thy harps, will I not hear.
Spar mig dog for eders larmende Sang, eders Harpeklang hører jeg ikke.
24 But let, justice, roll along like water, —and, righteousness, as a torrent over flowing.
Nej, Ret skal vælde frem som Vand og Retfærd som svulmende Bæk.
25 The sacrifices and meal-offering, ye brought near unto me, in the desert, for forty years O house of Israel;
Bragte I mig Slagtoffer og Afgrødeoffer de fyrretyve Ørkenår, Israels Hus?
26 But ye carried the tent of your king-idol, and your Saturn-images, —the star of your gods, which ye made for yourselves:
Så skal I da bære Sakkut, eders Konge, og Kevan, eders Gudestjerne, Billeder, som I har lavet eder.
27 Therefore will I carry you into exile beyond Damascus, —saith Yahweh, God of hosts, is his name.
I Landflygtighed jager jeg eder hinsides Damaskus, siger HERREN; Hærskarers Gud er hans Navn.
