Zephaniah 3
1 Alas for her that is rebellious, and polluted, the city that oppresseth!
Ve den genstridige, urene, grumme By!
2 She hath hearkened to no voice, accepted no correction; in Yahweh, hath not trusted, to her God, hath not drawn near:
Den hører ej HERRENS Røst, tager ikke mod Tugt. Paa HERREN stoler den ej, holder sig ej til Gud.
3 Her rulers in her midst, are roaring lions, —her judges, evening wolves, they have left nothing until morning!
Fyrsterne i dens Midte er brølende Løver, dens Dommere som Ulve ved Kvæld, der ej levner til Morgen;
4 Her prophets, are reckless, treacherous men! her priests, have profaned the holy, done violence to law.
Skrydere er dens Profeter, troløse Mænd, dens Præster vanærer det hellige, øver Vold mod Loven.
5 Yahweh, the Righteous One, is in her midst, he dealeth not perversely, —Morning by morning, his justice, bringeth he forth the light, He is not found lacking, but the perverse man knoweth no shame.
HERREN er retfærdig i dens Midte, gør ikke Uret; hver Morgen gør han Ret, ej svigte Lyset, til Uret kender han ikke.
6 I have cut off nations, deserted are their towers, have made desolate their streets, that none passeth through; ruined are their cities, for want of men of note, from lack of any dweller!
I Stridslarm udrydded jeg Folk, deres Tinder er øde, deres Gader lagde jeg øde, saa ingen gaar der, deres Byer er hærget, mennesketomme, ingen bor der.
7 I said, Surely thou wilt reverence, Me, wilt accept correction, lest her abode, should be cut of, howsoever I had punished her; but, in truth, they soon corrupted all their deeds.
Jeg tænkte: »Den maa dog frygte mig, tage mod Tugt; intet af alt, hvad jeg bød, vil gaa den ad Glemme.« Men des tidligere var de i Gang med al deres Ondskab.
8 Wherefore, wait for me, urgeth Yahweh, until the day when I rise up as witness, for, my decision, is to gather nations, to assemble kingdoms, to pour out on them mine indignation, all the glow of mine anger, for, in the fire of my jealousy, shall be devoured the whole earth.
Bi derfor paa mig, saa lyder det fra HERREN, paa Dagen, jeg fremstaar som Vidne! Thi min Ret er at sanke Folkene, samle Rigerne og udøse over dem min Vrede, al min Harmglød; thi af min Nidkærheds Ild skal al Jorden fortæres.
9 Surely, then, will I turn unto the peoples a lip made pure, —that they all may call on the name of Yahweh, may serve him with one consent.
Thi da vil jeg give Folkene rene Læber, saa de alle paakalder HERREN og tjener ham endrægtigt.
10 From beyond the rivers of Ethiopia, [shall come] my suppliants, the daughter of my dispersed ones, shall bear along a gift for me.
Fra Landet hinsides Floden bringer de mig Bukke, fra Patros kommer de med Afgrødeoffer til mig.
11 In that day, wilt thou not turn pale for all thy deeds, wherein thou hast transgressed against me? For, then, will I take away out of thy midst thy proudly exulting ones, and thou shalt not again be haughty any more in my holy mountain:
Hin Dag skal du ikke beskæmmes i al din Tid, med hvilken du synded mod mig; thi da vil jeg fjerne fra dig de jublende stolte, du skal ikke hovmode dig mer paa mit hellige Bjerg.
12 So will I leave remaining in thy midst, a people oppressed and poor, —who will seek refuge in the name of Yahweh:
Jeg levner i din Midte et Folk, som er ydmygt og ringe, og Israels Rest skal lide paa HERRENS Navn.
13 The remnant of Israel—will not do perversity, nor speak falsehood, neither shall there be found in their mouth a tongue of deceit, —surely, they, shall feed and lie down, with none to make them afraid.
Uret øver de ikke og taler ej Løgn, der findes ej i deres Mund en svigefuld Tunge; thi de skal græsse og raste uden at skræmmes.
14 Sing out, O daughter of Zion, shout aloud, O Israel, —rejoice and exult with all thy heart, O daughter Jerusalem:
Jubl, du Zions Datter, Israel, raab højt, glæd dig og fryd dig af hele dit Hjerte, Jerusalems Datter!
15 Yahweh, hath set aside, thy judgments, hath turned back thy foe, —The king of Israel, Yahweh, is in thy midst, thou shalt not fear calamity, any more.
HERREN har slettet din Dom, bortdrevet dine Fjender. I din Midte er Israels Konge, HERREN, ej mere skuer du ondt.
16 In that day, shall it be said—to Jerusalem, Do not fear, —O Zion, Let not thy hands hang down:
Paa hin Dag skal der siges til Jerusalem: Frygt ikke, Zion, lad ikke Hænderne synke!
17 Yahweh, thy God, in the midst of thee, as a mighty one, will save, —will be glad over thee with rejoicing, will be silent in his love, will exult over thee with shouts of triumph.
I dig er HERREN din Gud, en Helt, som frelser. Han glæder sig over dig med Fryd, han tier i sin Kærlighed, han fryder sig over dig med Jubel som paa Festens Dag;
18 The sad exiles from the appointed meeting, have I gathered, from thee, had they been! [but were] a burden on thee—a reproach!
den Tid er omme, da du bærer paa Skam over ham.
19 Behold me! dealing with all thine oppressors, at that time, —and I will save her that is lame, and, her that hath been an outcast, will I carry, and I will make them to be a Praise and a Name, in the whole earth that hath witnessed their shame.
Se, paa hin Tid gør jeg Ende paa alle, som kuede dig, og jeg frelser, hvad der halter, og sanker det spredte og giver dem Ære og Ry paa hele Jorden.
20 At that time, will I bring you in, even at the time when I gather you, —Yea I will grant you to become a Name and a Praise, among all the peoples of the earth, when I cause them of your captivities to return before your eyes, saith Yahweh.
Paa hin Tid bringer jeg eder hjem, og paa hin Tid samler jeg eder; thi jeg giver eder Ry og Ære blandt alle Jordens Folkeslag, naar jeg vender eders Skæbne for eders Øjne, siger HERREN.
