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, you ships of Tarshish, For it has been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
2 Tier, I Indbyggere paa Øen, som Zidons Købmænd, der fore over Havet, fyldte!
Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
3 Over de store Vande blev Sæden ved Sikor, Høsten ved Strømmen, dens Indkomst; og den var Hedningernes Stapelstad.
And the seed of Sihor [is] in many waters, Her increase [is] the harvest of the brook, And she is a market of 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 ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea spoke, The strength of the sea, saying, “I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.”
5 Saa si art Rygtet naar Ægypten, skulle de blive bange ved Rygtet om Tyrus.
As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6 Farer over til Tharsis, hyler, I Indbyggere paa Øen!
Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you 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 this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far 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 has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
9 Den Herre Zebaoth har besluttet det for at nedslaa al denne dejlige Herlighed, for at gøre de herlige paa Jorden ringe.
YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
10 Far igennem dit Land som Strømmen, du Tharsis's Datter! der er intet Bælte ydermere.
Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
11 Han udrakte sin Haand over Havet, han bragte Rigerne til at bæve; Herren bød om Kanaan at ødelægge dens Befæstninger.
He has stretched out His hand over the sea, He has caused kingdoms to tremble, YHWH has charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
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 says, “You do not add to exult anymore, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there—there is no rest for you.”
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—this people was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a ruin!
14 Hyler, I Tharsis's Skibe! thi eders Befæstning er forstyrret.
Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
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 has come to pass in that day, That Tyre is forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the 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 around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may 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 has come to pass, At the end of seventy years YHWH inspects Tyre, And she has returned to her wage, And she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
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 wage have been holy to YHWH, Not treasured up nor stored, For her merchandise is to those sitting before YHWH, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
