Micah 4
1 And it shall come to pass in the last days, that the mountain of the house of the Lord shall be prepared in the top of mountains, and high above the hills: and people shall flow to it.
Og det skal ske i de sidste Dage, at HERRENS Huses Bjerg, grundfæstet paa Bjergenes Top, skal løfte sig op over Højene. Did skal Folkeslag strømme
2 And many nations shall come in haste, and say: Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, and to the house of the God of Jacob: and he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for the law shall go forth out of Sion, and the word of the Lord out of Jerusalem.
og talrige Folk komme vandrende: »Kom, lad os drage til HERRENS Bjerg, til Jakobs Guds Hus; os skal han lære sine Veje, saa vi kan gaa paa hans Stier; thi fra Zion udgaar Aabenbaring, fra Jerusalem HERRENS Ord.«
3 And he shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar off: and they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into spades: nation shall not take sword against nation: neither shall they learn war any more.
Da dømmer han mange Folkeslag imellem, skifter Ret mellem talrige, fjerne Folk; deres Sværd skal de smede til Plovjern, deres Spyd til Vingaardsknive; Folk skal ej løfte Sværd mod Folk, ej øve sig i Vaabenfærd mer.
4 And every man shall sit under his vine, and under his fig tree, and there shall be none to make them afraid: for the mouth of the Lord of hosts hath spoken.
Da sidder hver under sin Vinstok og sit Figentræ, og ingen skræmmer dem, saa sandt Hærskarers HERRES Mund har talet.
5 For all people will walk every one in the name of his god: but we will walk in the name of the Lord our God for ever and ever.
Thi alle Folkeslag vandrer hvert i sin Guds Navn, men vi vil vandre i HERREN vor Guds Navn for evigt og altid.
6 In that day, saith the Lord, I will gather up her that halteth: and her that I had cast out, I will gather up: and her whom I had afflicted.
Paa hin Dag, lyder det fra HERREN, samler jeg det, der halter, sanker det spredte sammen og det, jeg har hjemsøgt med ondt.
7 And I will make her that halted, a remnant: and her that hath been afflicted, a mighty nation: and the Lord will reign over them in mount Sion, from this time now and for ever.
Det haltende gør jeg til en Rest, det svage til et kraftigt Folk; og HERREN er Konge over dem paa Zions Bjerg fra nu og til evig Tid.
8 And thou, O cloudy tower of the flock, of the daughter of Sion, unto thee shall it come: yea the first power shall come, the kingdom to the daughter of Jerusalem.
Men du, o Hyrdetaarn, Zions Datters Høj, til dig skal det komme, det forrige Herredømme tilfalde dig, Jerusalems Datters Rige.
9 Now, why art thou drawn together with grief? Hast thou no king in thee, or is thy counsellor perished, because sorrow hath taken thee as a woman in labour?
Hvi skriger du dog saa højt? Er Kongen ikke i dig? Er da din Raadgiver borte, nu du grebes af Fødselsveer?
10 Be in pain and labour, O daughter of Sion, as a woman that bringeth forth: for now shalt thou go out of the city, and shalt dwell in the country, and shalt come even to Babylon, there thou shalt be delivered: there the Lord will redeem thee out of the hand of thy enemies.
Vrid dig og vaand dig som i Barnsnød, Zions Datter! Thi nu skal du ud af Byen og bo paa Marken, og du skal komme til Babel; der skal du frelses, der vil HERREN genløse dig af dine Fjenders Haand.
11 And now many nations are gathered together against thee, and they say: Let her be stoned: and let our eye look upon Sion.
Nu er de samlet imod dig, de mange Folk, som siger: »Vanæres skal det; vort Øje skal se med Skadefryd paa Zion.«
12 But they have not known the thoughts of the Lord, and have not understood his counsel: because he hath gathered them together as the hay of the floor.
Men de, de kender ikke det mindste til HERRENS Tanker, de fatter ikke hans Raad, at han samled dem som Neg paa Lo.
13 Arise, and tread, O daughter of Sion: for I will make thy horn iron, and thy hoofs I will make brass: and thou shalt beat in pieces many peoples, and shalt immolate the spoils of them to the Lord, and their strength to the Lord of the whole earth.
Op og tærsk, du Zions Datter! Thi jeg giver dig Horn af Jern, jeg giver dig Klove af Kobber. Du skal knuse de mange Folk, lægge Band paa Byttet for HERREN, paa Godset for al Jordens Herre.
