Zechariah 13

1 In that day there is a fountain opened To the house of David And to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, For sin and for impurity.

Paa den Dag skal der være en aabnet Kilde for Davids Hus og for Jerusalems Indbyggere imod Synd og imod Urenhed.

2 And it hath come to pass, in that day, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts, I cut off the names of the idols from the land, And they are not remembered any more, And also the prophets and the spirit of uncleanness I cause to pass away from the land.

Og det skal ske paa den Dag, siger den Herre Zebaoth, at jeg vil udrydde Afgudernes Navne af Landet, og de skulle ikke ihukommes ydermere; ogsaa Profeterne og den urene Aand vil jeg lade forsvinde af Landet.

3 And it hath been, when one prophesieth again, That said unto him have his father and his mother, his parents, 'Thou dost not live, For falsehood thou hast spoken in the name of Jehovah,' And pierced him through have his father and his mother, his parents, in his prophesying.

Og det skal ske, naar nogen spaar ydermere, da skal hans Fader og hans Moder, som avlede ham, sige til ham: Du skal ikke leve, thi du har talt Løgn i Herrens Navn; og hans Fader og hans Moder, som avlede ham, skulle gennembore Ham, naar han spaar.

4 And it hath come to pass, in that day, Ashamed are the prophets, each of his vision, in his prophesying, And they put not on a hairy robe to deceive.

Og det skal ske paa den Dag, da skulle Profeterne skamme sig, hver over sit Syn, naar han spaar; og de skulle ikke iføre sig en laadden Kappe for at bedrage.

5 And [one] hath said, 'I am not a prophet, A man, a tiller of ground I am, For ground [is] my possession from my youth.'

Men han skal sige: Jeg er ingen Profet, jeg er en Agerdyrker; thi en Mand har købt mig fra min Ungdom af.

6 And [one] hath said unto him, 'What [are] these wounds in thy hands?' And he hath said, 'Because I was smitten [at] home by my lovers.'

Og dersom nogen siger til ham: Hvad betyde disse Saar i dine Hænder? da skal han sige: Det er Slag, som jeg har faaet i deres Hus, som elskede mig.

7 Sword, awake against My shepherd, And against a hero — My fellow, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts. Smite the shepherd, and scattered is the flock, And I have put back My hand on the little ones.

Sværd! vaagn op imod min Hyrde og imod den Mand, som er min Næste, siger den Herre Zebaoth; slaa Hyrden, og Faarene skulle adspredes, og jeg vil føre min Haand tilbage over de smaa.

8 And it hath come to pass, In all the land, an affirmation of Jehovah, Two parts in it are cut off — they expire, And the third is left in it.

Og det skal ske i alt Landet, siger Herren: De to Dele, som ere derudi, skulle udryddes, de skulle opgive Aanden; men den ene Tredjedel skal blive tilbage derudi.

9 And I have brought the third into fire, And refined them like a refining of silver, And have tried them like a trying of gold, It doth call in My name, and I answer it, I have said, 'My people it [is],' And it saith, 'Jehovah [is] my God!'

Og jeg vil bringe denne Tredjedel i Ilden og lutre den, som man lutrer Sølvet, og prøve den, som man prøver Guldet; den skal paakalde mit Navn, og jeg vil bønhøre den; jeg siger: Det er mit Folk, og den skal sige: Herren er min Gud.