Mikas 6
1 Hør, hvad HERREN taler: Kom fremfør din Trætte for Bjergene, lad Højene høre din Røst!
Hear, I pray you, what, Yahweh, is saying, —arise thou, maintain thy controversy before the mountains, and let the hills hear thy voice: —
2 I Bjerge, hør HERRENs Trætte, lyt til, I Jordens Grundvolde! Thi HERREN har Trætte med sit Folk, med Israel går han i Rette:
Hear, ye mountains, the controversy of Yahweh, and ye lasting rocks, the foundations of the earth, —for, a controversy, hath Yahweh, with his people, and, with Israel, will he dispute.
3 Hvad har jeg gjort dig, mit Folk. med hvad har jeg plaget dig? Svar!
O my people! what have I done to thee? and wherein have I wearied thee? Testify thou against me!
4 Jeg førte dig jo op fra Ægypten og udløste dig af Trællehuset, og jeg sendte for dit Ansigt Moses, Aron og Mirjam.
For I brought thee up out of the land of Egypt, and, out of the house of slaves, I ransomed thee, —and I sent before thee, Moses, Aaron and Miriam.
5 Mit Folk, kom i Hu, hvad Kong Balak af Moab havde i Sinde, og hvad Bileam, Beors Søn, svarede ham, fra Sjittim til Gilgal, for at du kan kende HERRENs Retfærdsgerninger.
O my people! remember, I pray you, what Balak king of Moab, counseled, and what Balaam son of Beor, answered him, —from the Acacias as far as Gilgal, that ye may know the righteousness of Yahweh.
6 "Med hvad skal jeg møde HERREN, bøje mig for Højhedens Gud? Skal jeg møde ham med Brændofre, møde med årgamle Kalve?
Wherewith, shall I come before Yahweh? bow myself to God on high? Shall I come before him with ascending-sacrifice? with calves of a year old?
7 Har HERREN Behag i Tusinder af Vædre, Titusinder af Oliestrømme? Skal jeg give min førstefødte for min Synd, mit Livs Frugt som Bod for min Sjæl?"
Will Yahweh, be pleased, with thousands of rams? with myriads of torrents of oil? Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression? the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
8 Det er sagt dig, o Menneske, hvad der er godt, og hvad HERREN kræver af dig: hvad andet end at øve Ret, gerne vise Kærlighed og vandre ydmygt med din Gud.
He hath told thee, O son of earth, what is good, —what then is, Yahweh, seeking of thee, but, to do justice, to delight in lovingkindness, and humbly to walk with thy God?
9 Hør, HERREN råber til Byen (at frygte dit Navn er Visdom): Hør, Stamme og Byens Menighed!
The voice of Yahweh, to the city, crieth out, With safety for him who regardeth his name, —Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it.
10 Skal jeg tåle Skattene i den gudløses Hus og den magre, forbandede Efa,
Even yet, are there, in the house of the lawless one, the treasures of lawlessness, —and the scant measure—accurst?
11 tilgive Gudløsheds Vægt og Pungen med falske Lodder?
Shall I be pure with lawless balances? or with bag of deceitful weights?
12 Dens Rigmænd er fulde af Vold, dens Borgeres Tale er Løgn, og Tungen er falsk i deres Mund.
For, her rich men, are full of violence, and, her inhabitants, have spoken falsehood, —and, their tongue, is deceitful in their mouth.
13 Derfor tog jeg til at slå dig, ødelægge dig for dine Synder.
Moreover also, I, have made thee sick with smiting thee, —laying thee waste because of thy sins.
14 Du skal spise, men ikke mættes, lige tomt skal dit Indre være; hvad du hengemmer, skal du ej bjærge, og hvad du bjærger, giver jeg Sværdet;
Thou, shalt eat—and not be satisfied, but be shrunk with hunger within thee, —Though thou remove, yet shalt thou not set in safety, and, what thou dost set in safety, to the sword, will I deliver.
15 du skal så, men ikke høste, perse Oliven, men ikke salve dig, perse Most, men ej drikke Vin.
Thou, shalt sow, but shalt not reap, —thou, shalt tread the olive, but shalt not anoint thee with oil, also the grape, but shalt not drink the wine.
16 Du fulgte Omris Skikke, al Akabs Huses Færd; I vandrede efter deres Råd, så jeg må gøre dig til Ørk og Byens Borgere til Spot; Folkenes Hån skal I bære.
For strictly observed are the statutes of Omri, and every doing of the house of Ahab, and ye have walked in their counsels, —to the end I may give thee up to desolation, and her inhabitants to hissing, that, the reproach of peoples, ye may bear.
