Zephaniah 2
1 Bend yourselves, yea, bend ye, O nation not desired,
Saml jer, saml jer, I Folk, som ej kender Skam,
2 Before the bringing forth of a statute, As chaff hath the day passed on, While yet not come in upon you doth the heat of the anger of Jehovah, While yet not come in upon you doth a day of the anger of Jehovah,
før l endnu er blevet som flyvende Avner, før HERRENs glødende Harme kommer over eder, før HERRENs Vredes Dag kommer over eder.
3 Seek Jehovah, all ye humble of the land, Who His judgment have done, Seek ye righteousness, seek humility, It may be ye are hidden in a day of the anger of Jehovah.
Søg HERREN, alle l ydmyge i Landet, som holder hans Bud, søg Retfærd, søg Ydmyghed! Måske kan l skjule jer på HERRENs Vredes Dag.
4 For Gaza is forsaken, And Ashkelon [is] for a desolation, Ashdod! at noon they do cast her forth, And Ekron is rooted up.
Thi Gaza skal ligge forladt og Askalon øde, Asdod drives bort ved Middag, Ekron udryddes.
5 Ho! O inhabitants of the sea-coast, Nation of the Cherethites, A word of Jehovah [is] against you, Canaan, land of the Philistines, And I have destroyed thee without an inhabitant.
Ve dem, som bor ved Stranden, Kreternes Folk; HERRENs Ord over dig, Kana'an, Filisternes Land! Jeg gør dig til intet, så ingen bor der.
6 And the sea-coast hath been habitations, Cottages [for] shepherds, and folds [for] a flock.
Du skal blive til Græsmark for Hyrder, til Folde for Småkvæg.
7 And the coast hath been for the remnant of the house of Judah, By them they have pleasure, In houses of Ashkelon at even they lie down, For inspect them doth Jehovah their God, And He hath turned back [to] their captivity.
Og Stranden skal tilfalde Resten af Judas Hus; de skal græsse derpå. Lejr skal de slå ved Kvæld i Askalons Huse. Thi HERREN deres Gud ser til dem og vender deres Skæbne.
8 I have heard the reproach of Moab, And the revilings of the sons of Ammon, Wherewith they reproached My people, And magnify [themselves] against their border.
Jeg hørte Moabs Spot, Atnmoniternes hånende Ord, med hvilke de spotted mit Folk, hovmoded sig over deres Land.
9 Therefore, I live, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts, God of Israel, Surely, Moab is as Sodom, And the sons of Ammon as Gomorrah, An overrunning of nettles and salt-pits, And a desolation — unto the age. A residue of My people do seize them, And a remnant of My nation inherit them.
Derfor, så sandt jeg lever, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Gud: Moab skal blive som Sodoma, Ammoniterne som Gomorra, Jord for Nælder, et Salthul, Ørken til evig Tid. Resten af mit Folk skal plyndre dem; hvad der levnes af mit Folk skal eje dem.
10 This [is] to them for their arrogancy, Because they have reproached, And they magnify [themselves] against the people of Jehovah of Hosts.
Dette skal times dem for deres Hovmod, fordi de hånede Hærskarers HERREs Folk og gjorde sig store over for det.
11 Fearful [is] Jehovah against them, For He made bare all gods of the land, And bow themselves to Him, each from his place, Do all islanders of the nations.
Frygtelig er HERREN for dem; thi han udrydder alle Jordens Guder, og alle Hedningemes fjerne Strande skal tilbede ham, hver på sit Sted.
12 Also ye, O Cushim, pierced of My sword [are] they.
Også I Ætiopere skal falde for HERRENs Sværd,
13 And He stretcheth His hand against the north, And doth destroy Asshur, And he setteth Nineveh for a desolation, A dry land like a wilderness.
og han udrækker Hånden mod Nord og tilintetgør Assur, Nineve gør han til Ødemark, tørt som en Ørk;
14 And crouched in her midst have droves, Every beast of the nation, Both pelican and hedge-hog in her knobs lodge, A voice doth sing at the window, 'Destruction [is] at the threshold, For the cedar-work is exposed.'
Hjorde skal lejre sig deri, hvert Slettens Dyr; på dets Søjlehoveder sover Pelikan og Rørdrum, i Vinduet skriger Uglen, Ravnen på Tærsklen.
15 This [is] the exulting city that is dwelling confidently, That is saying in her heart, 'I [am], and beside me there is none,' How hath she been for a desolation, A crouching-place for beasts, Every one passing by her doth hiss, He doth shake his hand!
Det er den jublende By, som lå så trygt, som sagde i sit Hjerte: "Jeg og ellers ingen." Hvor er den dog blevet øde, et Raststed for Dyr! Enhver, som kommer forbi den håner med Fløjt og Hånd.
