Sakarias 11

1 Lat upp portarne dine, Libanon, so elden kann øyda cedertrei dine!

Let your doors be open, O Lebanon, so that fire may be burning among your cedars.

2 Jamra deg, du cypressa, for cederen er fallen, dei herlege trei avøydde! Jamra dykk, de Basan-eiker: for tjukkaste skogen er sokken!

Give a cry of grief, O fir-tree, for the fall of the cedar, because the great ones have been made low: give cries of grief, O you oaks of Bashan, for the strong trees of the wood have come down.

3 Høyr, kor hyrdingarne jamrar; for di deira herlegdom er lagd i øyde! Høyr, kor dei unge løvorne burar; for Jordans prydnad er herja!

The sound of the crying of the keepers of the flock! for their glory is made waste: the sound of the loud crying of the young lions! for the pride of Jordan is made waste.

4 So sagde Herren min Gud: Røkta slagtesauerne!

This is what the Lord my God has said: Take care of the flock of death;

5 For dei som kjøper deim, slagtar deim utan å bøta for det, og dei som sel deim segjer: «Lova vere Herren! Eg vert då rik!» Og hyrdingarne deira sparer deim ikkje.

Whose owners put them to death and have no sense of sin; and those who get a price for them say, May the Lord be praised for I have much wealth: and the keepers of the flock have no pity for them.

6 For no vil eg ikkje meir spara folket i landet, segjer Herren; men eg vil lata menneski falla i henderne på kvarandre og i henderne på kongen sin, og dei skal øyda landet, og eg vil ikkje fria frå deira vald.

For I will have no more pity for the people of the land, says the Lord; but I will give up everyone into his neighbour's hand and into the hand of his king: and they will make the land waste, and I will not keep them safe from their hands.

7 So tok eg til å røkta slagtesauerne, ja, dei ringaste av sauerne, og eg tok meg tvo stavar, den eine kalla eg Godvilje, og den andre kalla eg Sameining. Eg gjætte då sauerne,

So I took care of the flock of death, for those who made profit out of the flock; and I took for myself two rods, naming one Beautiful, and the other Bands; and I took care of the flock.

8 og eg gjorde dei tri hyrdingarne til inkjes på ein månad. Då leiddest eg ved deim, og dei stygdest og ved meg,

And in one month I put an end to the three keepers of the flock; for my soul was tired of them, and their souls were disgusted with me.

9 og so sagde eg: «Eg vil ikkje lenger vera hyrdingen dykkar. Lat dei døy som vil døy, og lat det øydast som vil øydast, og dei som vert att, fær eta kvarandre upp!»

And I said, I will not take care of you: If death comes to any, let death be its fate; if any is cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest take one another's flesh for food.

10 So tok eg staven min Godvilje og braut honom sund til å løysa upp pakti som eg hadde gjort med alle folki.

And I took my rod Beautiful, cutting it in two, so that the Lord's agreement, which he had made with all the peoples, might be broken.

11 Og ho vart gjord til inkjes same dagen, og då fekk dei sanna dei arme sauerne som ansa på meg, at det var Herrens ord.

And it was broken on that day: and the sheep-traders, who were watching me, were certain that it was the word of the Lord.

12 Dinæst sagde eg til deim: «Um de so synest, so gjev meg løni mi, og synest de ikkje det er verdt, so lat det vera!» Då vog dei upp tretti sylvdalar til løn åt meg.

And I said to them, If it seems good to you, give me my payment; and if not, do not give it. So they gave me my payment by weight, thirty shekels of silver.

13 Då sagde Herren til meg: Sleng honom burt til pottemakaren, den herlege prisen som dei hev verdsett meg til! Og eg tok dei tretti sylvdalarne og kasta deim inn i Herrens hus, burt til pottemakaren.

And the Lord said to me, Put it into the store-house, the price at which I was valued by them. And I took the thirty shekels of silver and put them into the store-house in the house of the Lord.

14 So braut eg sund den andre staven min, Sameining, til å løysa upp brorskapen millom Juda og Israel.

Then I took my other rod, the one named Bands, cutting it in two, so that the relation of brothers between Judah and Israel might be broken.

15 Og Herren sagde til meg: Tak deg no atter hyrdingreidskap, som ein skarvehyrding.

And the Lord said to me, Take again the instruments of a foolish keeper of sheep.

16 For sjå, eg let ein hyrding risa upp i landet, ein som ikkje bryr seg um dei burtkomne, ikkje leitar etter dei villfarne, ikkje heilar dei brotne og ikkje syter for dei friske; men kjøtet av dei feite et han, og klauverne deira riv han av.

For see, I will put a sheep-keeper over the land, who will have no care for that which is cut off, and will not go in search of the wanderers, or make well what is broken, and he will not give food to that which is ill, but he will take for his food the flesh of the fat, and let their feet be broken.

17 Usæl den skarvehyrdingen som svik sauerne! Sverd yver armen hans og yver høgre auga hans! Visna, ja, visna skal armen hans, og høgre auga hans verta blindt.

A curse on the foolish keeper who goes away from the flock! the sword will be on his arm and on his right eye: his arm will become quite dry and his eye will be made completely dark.