Amos 7

1 Here, My Lord, Yahweh gave me to see, and lo! he was preparing the locust, in the beginning of the shooting up of the after-grass, —and lo! after-grass, cometh after the mowings for the king.

Således lod den Herre Herren mig skue: Se, græshopper kom til syne, da Efterslætten var ved at gro frem, Efterslætten efter Kongens Høst.

2 And it came to pass, when they had made an end of eating the herbage of the land, that I said—Oh, My Lord, Yahweh, forgive, I beseech thee: By whom shall Jacob, arise? for, small, he is.

Og da de var ved helt at afæde Jordens Urter, sagde jeg: "Herre, HERRE, tilgiv dog! Hvorledes skal Jakob stå det igennem, så lille han er?"

3 Grieved was Yahweh, over this, —It shall not be, said Yahweh?

Og HERREN angrede. "Det skal ej ske!" sagde HERREN.

4 Here, My Lord, Yahweh gave me to see, and lo! My Lord Yahweh proclaiming that, the controversy should be settled by fire, —which, having devoured the mighty roaring deep, should devour the inheritance.

Således lod den Herre HERREN mig skue: Se, den Herre HERREN kaldte Ild frem til Straf, og den fortærede det store Verdensdyb; men da den vilde til at fortære Agerlandet,

5 Then said I, My Lord, Yahweh, forbear, I beseech thee, By whom shall Jacob, arise? for, small, he is.

sagde jeg: "Herre, HERRE, hold inde! Hvorledes skal Jakob stå det igennem, så lille han er?"

6 Grieved was Yahweh, over this, —Even this, shall not be, said My Lord, Yahweh.

Og HERREN angrede. "Ej heller det skal ske!" sagde den Herre HERREN.

7 Here, he gave me to see, and lo! My Lord, stationed upon a pinnacle, —and, in his hand a plummet.

Således lod han mig skue: Se, Herren stod på en Mur med et Blylod i Hånden.

8 And Yahweh said unto me, What canst thou see, Amos? And I said, A plummet, —Then said My Lord, Behold me! fixing a plummet in the midst of my people Israel, I will not again any more forgive him.

Og HERREN sagde til mig:"Hvad ser du, Amos?" Jeg svarede: "Et Blylod!" Da sagde Herren: "Se, jeg sænker Loddet i mit Folk Israel: jeg vil ikke spare det længer.

9 So shall the high places of Isaac, be made desolate, and, the holy places of Israel, be laid waste, —and I will rise up, against the house of Jeroboam, with the sword.

Isaks Høje bliver øde, Israels Helligdomme styrtes, med Sværd står jeg op mod Jeroboams Hus."

10 Then sent Amaziah, the priest of Bethel, unto Jeroboam king of Israel, saying: A conspiracy hath Amos, raised against thee, in the midst of the house of Israel, The land, is not able to endure, all his words;

Men Amazja, Betels Præst sendte Bud til Kong Jeroboam af Israel og lod sige: "Amos stifter en Sammensværgelse imod dig midt i Israels Hus; Landet kan ikke bære alle hans Ord.

11 For, thus, saith Amos, By the sword, shall Jeroboam, die, —and, Israel, shall, surely be exiled, from off his own soil.

Thi således siger Amos: For Sværdet skal Jeroboam dø, og Israel skal bortføres fra sin Jord."

12 Then said Amaziah unto Amos, O seer, go flee thee away unto the land of Judah—and eat, there, bread, and, there, mayest thou prophesy;

Og Amazja sagde til Amos: "Seer, gå din Vej og se at komme til Judas Land! Der kan du tjene dit Brød og profetere.

13 But, at Bethel, not again, any more, mayest thou prophesy, —for, the holy place of the king, it is, and, the house of the kingdom, it is.

Men i Betel må du ikke profetere længer, thi det er kongens Helligdom og Rigets Tempel."

14 Then answered Amos, and said unto Amaziah, No prophet, was I, —nor the son of a prophet, was I, —but, a herdman, was I, and a preparer of sycamore fruit;

Amos svarede Amazja: "Jeg er hverken Profet eller Profetlærling: jeg er Fårehyrde og avler Morbærfigen;

15 But Yahweh, took me away, from following the flock, —and Yahweh, said unto me, Go prophesy against my people Israel.

men HERREN tog mig fra Hjorden og sagde til mig: Gå hen og profeter for mit Folk Israel!

16 Now, therefore, hear thou the word of Yahweh, —Thou art saying, Thou must not prophesy concerning Israel, nor let thy word drop down upon the house of Isaac.

Så hør nu HERRENs Ord! Du siger: Du må ikke profetere mod Israel, ej prædike mod Israels Hus!

17 Therefore—Thus, saith Yahweh, Thy wife, in the city, will commit unchastity, and, thy sons and thy daughters, by the sword, shall fall, and, thine own soil, by line, shall he apportioned, —and, thou, on a polluted soil, shalt die, and, Israel, shall, surely go into exile, away from his own soil.

Derfor, så siger HERREN: Din Hustru bliver Skøge i Byen, dine Sønner og Døtre skal falde for Sværd; din Jord skal udskiftes med Snor, og selv skal du dø på uren Jord. Og bort fra sin Jord skal Israel føres."