Zechariah 9

1 The burden of a word of Jehovah against the land of Hadrach, and Demmeseh — his place of rest: (When to Jehovah [is] the eye of man, And of all the tribes of Israel.)

Et Udsagn: HERRENs Ord er over Hadraks Land, i Damaskus slår det sig ned - thi Aram forbrød sig mod HERREN - det er over alle, som hader Israel,

2 And also Hamath doth border thereon, Tyre and Zidon, for — very wise!

også over Hamat, som grænser dertil, Tyrus og Zidon, thi det er såre viist.

3 And Tyre doth build a bulwark to herself, And doth heap silver as dust, And gold as mire of out-places.

Tyrus bygged sig en Fæstning og ophobed Sølv som Støv og Guld som Gadeskarn.

4 Lo, the Lord doth dispossess her, And He hath smitten in the sea her force, And she with fire is consumed.

Se, Herren vil tage det i Eje og styrte dets Bolværk i Havet. det selv skal fortæres af Ild.

5 See doth Ashkelon and fear, Also Gaza, and she is exceedingly pained, Also Ekron — for her expectation dried up, And perished hath a king from Gaza, And Ashkelon doth not remain,

Askalon ser det og frygter, Gaza og Ekron skælver voldsomt, thi Håbet brast. Gaza mister sin Konge, i Askalon skal ingen bo,

6 And dwelt hath a foreigner in Ashdod, And I have cut off the excellency of the Philistines.

i Asdod skal Udskud bo, Jeg gør Ende på Filisterens Hovmod,

7 And turned aside his blood from his mouth, His abominations from between his teeth, And he hath remained, even he, to our God, And he hath been as a leader in Judah, And Ekron as a Jebusite.

tager Blodet ud af hans Mund og Væmmelsen bort fra hans Tænder. Også han bliver reddet for vor Gud, han bliver som en Slægt i Juda, Ekron som, en, Jebusit.

8 And I have pitched for My house a camp, Because of the passer through, and of the returner, And pass not through against them again doth an exactor, For, now, I have seen with My eyes.

Som en Vagt lejrer jeg mig formit Hus mod dem, som kommer og går; aldrig mer skal en Voldsmand gå igennem deres Land, thi nu har jeg set det med mine egne Øjne.

9 Rejoice exceedingly, O daughter of Zion, Shout, O daughter of Jerusalem, Lo, thy King doth come to thee, Righteous — and saved is He, Afflicted — and riding on an ass, And on a colt — a son of she-asses.

Fryd dig såre, Zions Datter, råb med Glæde, Jerusalems Datter! Se, din Konge kommer til dig. Retfærdig og sejrrig er han, ydmyg, ridende på et Æsel, på en Asenindes Føl.

10 And I have cut off the chariot from Ephraim, And the horse from Jerusalem, Yea, cut off hath been the bow of battle, And he hath spoken peace to nations, And his rule [is] from sea unto sea, And from the river unto the ends of earth.

Han udrydder Vognene af Efraim, Hestene af Jerusalem, Stridsbuerne ryddes til Side. Hans Ord stifter Fred mellem Folkene, han hersker fra Hav til Hav, fra Floden til Jordens Ende.

11 Also thou — by the blood of thy covenant, I have sent thy prisoners out of the pit, There is no water in it.

For Pagtblodets Skyld vil jeg også slippe dine Fanger ud, ja ud af den vandløse Brønd.

12 Turn back to a fenced place, Ye prisoners of the hope, Even to-day a second announcer I restore to thee.

Hjem til Borgen, I Fanger med Håb! Også i Dag forkyndes: Jeg giver dig tvefold Bod!

13 For I have trodden for Me Judah, A bow I have filled [with] Ephraim, And I have stirred up thy sons, O Zion, Against thy sons, O Javan, And I have set thee as the sword of a hero.

Thi jeg spænder mig Juda som Bue, lægger Efraim på som Pil og vækker dine Sønner, Zion, imod dine Sønner, Javan. Jeg gør dig som Heltens Sværd.

14 And Jehovah doth appear for them, And gone forth as lightning hath His arrow, And the Lord Jehovah with a trumpet bloweth, And He hath gone with whirlwinds of the south.

Over dem viser sig Herren, hans Pil farer ud som et Lyn. Den Herre HERREN støder i Horn, skrider frem i Søndenstorm;

15 Jehovah of Hosts doth cover them over, And they consumed, and subdued sling-stones, Yea, they have drunk, They have made a noise as wine, And they have been full as a bowl, As corners of an altar.

dem værner Hærskarers HERRE. De opæder, nedtramper Slyngekasterne, drikker deres Blod som Vin og fyldes som Offerskålen, som Alterets Hjørner.

16 And saved them hath Jehovah their God In that day, as a flock of His people, For stones of a crown are displaying themselves over His ground.

HERREN deres Gud skal på denne Dag frelse dem som sit Folks Hjord; thi de er Kronesten, der funkler over hans Land.

17 For what His goodness! and what His beauty! Corn the young men, And new wine the virgins — make fruitful!

Hvor det er dejligt, hvor skønt! Thi Korn giver blomstrende Ungersvende, Most giver blomstrende Møer.