Zakarias 11
1 Libanon, luk Dørerne op, så Ild kan fortære dine Cedre!
Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2 Klag, Cypres, thi Cedren er faldet. de ædle Træer lagt øde! Klag, I Basans Ege, thi Fredskoven ligger fældet!
Wail, fir tree; for the cedar is fallen; because the mighty are laid waste: wail, O ye oaks of Bashan; for the forest of the vintage is come down.
3 Hør, hvor Hyrderne klager, thi deres Græsgang er hærget; hør, hvor Løverne brøler, thi Jordans Tykning er hærget.
There is a voice of the wailing of the shepherds; for their glory is destroyed: a voice of the roaring of young lions; for the pride of Jordan is laid waste.
4 Således sagde HERREN min Gud: Røgt Slagtefårene,
Thus saith the LORD my God; Feed the flock of the slaughter;
5 hvis Køber slagter dem uden at føle Skyld, og hvis Sælger siger: "HERREN være lovet, jeg blev rig." Og deres Hyrder sparer dem ikke.
Whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty: and they that sell them say, Blessed be the LORD; for I am rich: and their own shepherds pity them not.
6 (Thi jeg vil ikke længer spare Landets Indbyggere, lyder det fra HERREN; men se, jeg lader hvert Menneske falde i sin Hyrdes og sin Konges Hånd; og de skal ødelægge Landet, og jeg vil ingen redde af deres Hånd).
For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the LORD: but, lo, I will deliver the men every one into his neighbour’s hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them.
7 Så røgtede jeg Slagtefårene for Fåreprangerne og tog mig to Stave; den ene kaldte jeg "Liflighed", den anden "Bånd"; og jeg røgtede Fårene.
And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the flock. And I took to me two staffs; the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands; and I fed the flock.
8 (Og jeg ryddede de tre Hyrder af Vejen i een Måned). Så tabte jeg Tålmodigheden med dem, og de blev også kede af mig.
Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also abhorred me.
9 Og jeg sagde: "Jeg vil ikke røgte eder; lad dø, hvad dø skal, lad bortkomme, hvad bortkomme skal, og lad de andre æde hverandres Kød!"
Then said I, I will not feed you: that which dieth, let it die; and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest eat every one the flesh of another.
10 Så tog jeg Staven, som hed "Liflighed". og sønderbrød den for at bryde den Overenskomst, jeg havde sluttet (med alle Folkeslag;
And I took my staff, even Beauty, and cut it asunder, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the people.
11 og den blev brudt samme Dag, og Fåreprangerne, som holdt Øje med mig, kendte, at det var HERRENs Ord).
And it was broken in that day: and so the poor of the flock that waited upon me knew that it was the word of the LORD.
12 Og jeg sagde til dem: "Om I synes, så giv mig min Løn; hvis ikke, så lad være!" Så afvejede de min Løn, tredive Sekel Sølv.
And I said to them, If ye think good, give me my price; and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my price thirty pieces of silver.
13 Men HERREN sagde til mig: "Kast den til Pottemageren", den dejlige Pris, de har vurderet mig til!" Og jeg tog de tredive Sekel Sølv og kastede dem til Pottemageren i HERRENs Hus.
And the LORD said to me, Cast it to the potter: a magnificent price that I was valued at by them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them to the potter in the house of the LORD.
14 Så sønderbrød jeg den anden Hyrdestav "Bånd" for at bryde Broderskabet imellem Juda og Jerusalem.
Then I cut asunder my other staff, even Bands, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
15 Siden sagde HERREN til mig: Udstyr dig atter som en Hyrde, en Dåre af en Hyrde!
And the LORD said to me, Take to thee yet the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
16 (Thi se, jeg lader en Hyrde fremstå i Landet). Han tager sig ikke af det bortkomne, leder ikke efter det vildfarne, læger ikke det brudte og har ikke Omhu for det sunde, men spiser Kødef af de fede Dyr og river Klovene af dem.
For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who shall not visit those that are cut off, neither shall seek the young one, nor heal that which is broken, nor feed that which standeth still: but he shall eat the flesh of the fat, and tear their claws in pieces.
17 Ve, min Dåre af en Hyrde, som svigter Fårene! Et Sværd imod hans Arm og hans højre Øje! Hans Arm skal vorde vissen, hans højre Øje blindes.
Woe to the idle shepherd that leaveth the flock! the sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye: his arm shall be wholly dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
