Zakarias 13

1 På hin Dag skal en Kilde vælde frem for Davids Hus og Jerusalems Indbyggere mod Synd og Urenhed.

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

2 Og på hin bag, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, udrydder jeg Afgudernes Navne af Landet, så de ikke mer skal ihukommes; også Profeterne og Urenhedens Ånd driver jeg ud af Landet.

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.

3 Når nogen da atter profeterer, skal hans egne Forældre, hans Fader og Moder, sige til ham: Du har forbrudt dit Liv, thi du har talt Løgn i HERRENs Navn." Og hans egne Forældre, hans Fader og Moder, skal gennembore ham, når han profeterer.

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.

4 På hin Dag skal hver en Profet skamme sig over sine Syner, når han profeterer, og han skal ikke klæde sig i lådden Kappe for at føre Folk bag Lyset,

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.

5 men sige: "Jeg er ingen Profet; jeg er Bonde og har dyrket Jord fra min Ungdom."

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.'

6 Og spørger man ham: "Hvad er det for Sår på dit Bryst?" skal han sige: "Dem fik jeg i mine Boleres Hus."

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.'

7 Frem, Sværd, imod min Hyrde, mod Manden, som står mig nær, så lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE. Hyrden vil jeg slå, så Fårehjorden spredes; mod Drengene løfter jeg Hånden.

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.

8 Og i hele Landet lyder det fra HERREN, skal to Tredjedele udryddes og udånde, men een Tredjedel skal levnes.

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.

9 Og denne Tredjedel fører jeg i Ild og renser den, som man renser Sølv, prøver den, som man prøver Guld. Den skal påkalde mit Navn, og jeg svarer; jeg siger: "Den er mit Folk." Og den skal sige: "HERREN er min Gud."

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!'