Esajas 23
1 Profeti imod Tyrus. Hyler, I Tharsis's Skibe! thi den er ødelagt, saa der ikke er et Hus, og saa at ingen kommer derind; fra Kithims Land kundgøres dette for dem.
The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of the sea, for the house is destroyed, from whence they were wont to come: from the land of Cethim it is revealed to them.
2 Tier, I Indbyggere paa Øen, som Zidons Købmænd, der fore over Havet, fyldte!
Be silent, you that dwell in the island: the merchants of Sidon passing over the sea, have filled thee.
3 Over de store Vande blev Sæden ved Sikor, Høsten ved Strømmen, dens Indkomst; og den var Hedningernes Stapelstad.
The seed of the Nile in many waters, the harvest of the river is her revenue: and she is become the mart of the nations.
4 Skam dig, Zidon! thi Havet, Befæstningen ved Havet, siger: Jeg har ikke været i Fødselsnød og har ikke født og ikke opdraget unge Karle og ikke opfødt Jomfruer.
Be thou ashamed, O Sidon: for the sea speaketh, even the strength of the sea, saying: I have not been in labour, nor have I brought forth, nor have I nourished up young men, nor brought up virgins.
5 Saa si art Rygtet naar Ægypten, skulle de blive bange ved Rygtet om Tyrus.
When it shall be heard in Egypt, they will be sorry when they shall hear of Tyre:
6 Farer over til Tharsis, hyler, I Indbyggere paa Øen!
Pass over the seas, howl, ye inhabitants of the island.
7 Er dette eders jublende Stad, den, hvis Udspring er fra Oldtid, den, hvis Fødder føre den ud, langt bort til at være fremmed?
Is not this your city, which gloried from of old in her antiquity? her feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
8 Hvo har besluttet dette over Tyrus, den, som uddelte Kroner, den, hvis Købmænd vare Fyrster, den, hvis Kræmmere vare de herligste paa Jorden?
Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, that was formerly crowned, whose merchants were princes, and her traders the nobles of the earth?
9 Den Herre Zebaoth har besluttet det for at nedslaa al denne dejlige Herlighed, for at gøre de herlige paa Jorden ringe.
The Lord of hosts hath designed it, to pull down the pride of all glory, and bring to disgrace all the glorious ones of the earth.
10 Far igennem dit Land som Strømmen, du Tharsis's Datter! der er intet Bælte ydermere.
Pass thy land as a river, O daughter of the sea, thou hast a girdle no more.
11 Han udrakte sin Haand over Havet, han bragte Rigerne til at bæve; Herren bød om Kanaan at ødelægge dens Befæstninger.
He stretched out his hand over the sea, he troubled kingdoms: the Lord hath given a charge against Chanaan, to destroy the strong ones thereof.
12 Og han sagde: Du skal ikke blive ved at fryde dig ydermere, du voldtagne Jomfru, Zidons Datter! gør dig rede, drag hen over til Kithim; men end ikke der skal du have Hvile.
And he said: Thou shalt glory no more, O virgin daughter of Sidon, who art oppressed: arise and sail over to Cethim, there also thou shalt have no, rest.
13 Se, Kaldæernes Land — der er Folket, som ikke længe har været til, Assur har grundlagt det for Ørkenens Børn — de have oprejst Vagttaarne, nedbrudt dens Paladser, gjort den til en Stenhob.
Behold the land of the Chaldeans, there was not such a people, the Assyrian founded it: they have led away the strong ones thereof into captivity, they have destroyed the houses thereof, they have brought it to ruin.
14 Hyler, I Tharsis's Skibe! thi eders Befæstning er forstyrret.
Howl, O ye ships of the sea, for your strength is laid waste.
15 Og det skal ske paa den Dag, da skal Tyrus blive glemt halvfjerdsindstyve Aar, som ere en Konges Dage; men naar halvfjerdsindstyve Aar ere til Ende, skal det gaa Tyrus efter Skøgevisen:
And it shall come to pass in that day that thou, O Tyre, shalt be forgotten, seventy years, according to the days of one king: but after seventy years, there shall be unto Tyre as the song of a harlot.
16 „Tag Harpe, gak omkring i Staden, du glemte Skøge! leg smukt paa Strenge, syng meget, paa det du maa ihukommes!”
Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten: sing well, sing many a song, that thou mayst be remembered.
17 Og det skal ske, efter at halvfjerdsindstyve Aar ere til Ende, da skal Herren besøge Tyrus, og den skal komme til sin Fortjeneste igen og bole med alle Riger paa Jorden, paa Jordens Kreds.
And it shall come to pass after seventy years, that the Lord will visit Tyre, and will bring her back again to her traffic: and she shall commit fornication again with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.
18 Men dens Købmandsskab og dens Fortjeneste skal være Herren helliget, det skal ikke samles til Liggendefæ, ej heller henlægges; thi de, som bo for Herrens Ansigt, skulle have dens Købmandsskab, at de maa æde og blive mætte og kunne klæde sig herligt.
And her merchandise and her hire shall be sanctified to the Lord: they shall not be kept in store, nor laid up: for her merchandise shall be for them that shall dwell before the Lord, that they may eat unto fulness, and be clothed for a continuance.
