Esajas 33
1 Ve dig, du Ødelægger! du, som dog ikke er bleven ødelagt, og du Røver! du, som dog ikke er bleven et Rov; naar du har fuldendt at ødelægge, skal du ødelægges, naar du er bleven færdig med at røve, skal du selv blive et Rov.
Woe, spoiler! And you not spoiled, And treacherous! And they did not deal treacherously with you, When you finish, O spoiler, you are spoiled, When you finish dealing treacherously, They deal treacherously with you.
2 Herre! vær os naadig, vi have biet efter dig; vær aarle vor Arm, tilmed vor Frelse i Nødens Tid.
O YHWH, favor us, We have waited for You, Be their arm, in the mornings, Indeed, our salvation in time of adversity.
3 Folkene flyede for Tordenrøsten; Hedningerne adspredes, naar du rejser dig.
From the voice of a multitude peoples have fled, From Your exaltation nations have been scattered.
4 Og eders Bytte skal sankes, som man sanker Høskrækker; som Græshopper springe hid og did, skal man springe hid og did efter det.
And Your spoil has been gathered, A gathering of the caterpillar, As a running to and fro of locusts He is running on it.
5 Herren er ophøjet, thi han bor i det høje; han har opfyldt Zion med Dom og Retfærdighed.
YHWH is set on high, for He is dwelling on high, He filled Zion [with] judgment and righteousness,
6 Og Visdom og Kundskab skal give dine Tider Fasthed, en Rigdom af Frelse; Herrens Frygt skal være dit Liggendefæ.
And has been the steadfastness of your times, The strength of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge, Fear of YHWH—it [is] His treasure.
7 Se, deres Helte skrige derude; Fredens Bud græde beskelig.
Behold, “Their Ariel,” they have cried outside, Messengers of peace weep bitterly.
8 De banede Veje ere øde, der er ingen, som gaar frem ad Stien mere; han har brudt Pagten, ladet haant om Stæderne, ikke agtet et Menneske.
Highways have been desolated, He who passes along the path has ceased, He has broken covenant, He has despised enemies, He has not esteemed a man.
9 Landet sørger, vansmægter, Libanon er beskæmmet, er henvisnet; Saron er som en øde Mark, og Basan og Karmel have kastet deres Blade.
The land has mourned, languished, Lebanon has been confounded, Sharon has been withered as a wilderness, And Bashan and Carmel are shaking.
10 Nu vil jeg gøre mig rede, siger Herren; nu vil jeg rejse mig, nu vil jeg ophøje mig.
Now I arise, says YHWH, Now I am exalted, now I am lifted up.
11 I undfange Straa, føde Halm; eders Harme er en Ild, som skal fortære eder.
You conceive chaff, you bear stubble; Your spirit—a fire [that] devours you.
12 Og Folkene skulde vorde som det, der brændes til Kalk, som omhugne Torne, der opbrændes med Ild.
And peoples have been [as] burnings of lime, Thorns, as sweepings, they burn with fire.
13 Hører, I, som ere langt borte, hvad jeg har gjort, og I, som ere nær, fornemmer min Styrke!
Hear, you far off, that which I have done, And know, you near ones, My might.
14 Syndere i Zion ere forskrækkede, Bævelse har betaget de vanhellige: „Hvo af os kan bo ved en fortærende Ild? hvo af os kan bo ved Evigheds Baal?‟
Sinners have been afraid in Zion, Trembling has seized the profane: Who dwells for us—consuming fire, Who dwells for us—burnings of the age?
15 Den, som vandrer i Retfærdighed, og som taler Oprigtighed; den, som foragter Vinding, der kommer ved Undertrykkelse; den, som ryster sine Hænder, at han ej beholder Skænk; den, som stopper sit Øre til, saa at han ej hører Blodraad, og som tillukker sine Øjne, at han ej ser efter det onde:
Whoever is walking righteously, And is speaking uprightly, Kicking against gain of oppressions, Shaking his hands from taking hold on a bribe, Stopping his ear from hearing of blood, And shutting his eyes from looking on evil,
16 Han skal bo paa de høje Steder, Klippernes Befæstning skal være hans Tilflugt, Brød bliver givet ham, Vand er ham sikret.
He inhabits high places, Strongholds of rock [are] his high tower, His bread has been given, his waters steadfast.
17 Dine Øjne skulle beskue Kongen i hans Skønhed, de skulle se et vidt udstrakt Land.
Your eyes see a king in his beauty, They see a far-off land.
18 Dit Hjerte skal tænke paa Forfærdelsen: „Hvor er Skriveren? hvor er den, som vejede Pengene? hvor er den, som talte Taarnene?‟
Your heart meditates [on] terror, Where [is] he who is counting? Where [is] he who is weighing? Where [is] he who is counting the towers?
19 Du skal ikke mere se det haarde Folk, det Folk, som man ikke kan forstaa for dets dybe Mæles Skyld, det, som man ikke kan fatte for dets stammende Tunges Skyld.
You do not see the strong people, A people deeper of lip than to be understood, Of a scorned tongue, there is no understanding.
20 Besku Zion, vor Forsamlings Stad; dine Øjne skulle se Jerusalem som en sikker Bolig, som et Telt, der ikke skal flyttes, hvis Pæle ikke skulle oprykkes evindelig, og hvis Reb ikke skulle rives over.
See Zion, the city of our meetings, Your eyes see Jerusalem—a quiet habitation, A tent not taken down, its pins are not removed forever, And none of its cords are broken.
21 Men der skal Herren være os den herlige, være i Stedet for Floder og brede Strømme; intet Skib, som roes, farer der, og intet stort Skib gaar derover.
But YHWH [is] mighty for us there, A place of rivers—streams of broad sides, No ship with oars goes into it, And a mighty ship does not pass over it.
22 Thi Herren er vor Dommer, Herren er vor Lovgiver, Herren er vor Konge, han skal frelse os.
For YHWH, ours who is judging, YHWH our lawgiver, YHWH our King—He saves us.
23 Dine Reb ere blevne slappe; de holde ikke deres Mast stiv, de have ikke udbredet Flag; da deles røvet Bytte i Mængde, de halte røve Rov.
Your ropes have been left, They do not correctly strengthen their mast, They have not spread out a sail, Then a prey of much spoil has been apportioned, The lame have taken spoil.
24 Og ingen Indbygger skal sige: Jeg er syg; thi Folket, som bor derudi, har faaet Syndsforladelse.
Nor does an inhabitant say, “I was sick”; The people dwelling in it [are] forgiven of [their] iniquity!
