Esajas 50
1 Saa siger Herren: Hvor er eders Moders Skilsmissebrev, ved hvilket jeg skulde have forskudt hende? eller hvem var jeg en Skyldner, at jeg skulde have solgt eder til ham? se, I ere solgte for eders Misgerningers Skyld, og eders Moder er forskudt for eders Overtrædelsers Skyld.
The LORD says, “Where is the bill of your mother’s divorce, with which I have put her away? Or to which of my creditors have I sold you? Behold, you were sold for your iniquities, and your mother was put away for your transgressions.
2 Hvorfor er der ingen, naar jeg kommer? hvorfor svarer ingen, naar jeg kalder? er min Haand saa forkortet, at den ikke kan forløse? eller er der ingen Kraft hos mig til at redde? se, jeg udtørrer Havet ved min Trusel, jeg gør Floder til Ørk, at deres Fisk stinke, fordi der ikke er Vand, og dø af Tørst.
Why, when I came, was there no one? When I called, why was there no one to answer? Is my hand shortened at all, that it cannot redeem? Or have I no power to deliver? Behold, at my rebuke I dry up the sea. I make the rivers a wilderness. Their fish stink because there is no water, and die of thirst.
3 Jeg klæder Himmelen i sort og indhyller den i Sørgedragt.
I clothe the heavens with blackness. I make sackcloth their covering.”
4 Den Herre, Herre har givet mig de udlærtes Tunge, at jeg ved at kvæge den mødige med et Ord; han vækker hver Morgen, ja, vækker mit Øre til at høre som de, der ere udlærte.
The Lord GOD has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with words him who is weary. He awakens morning by morning, he awakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.
5 Den Herre, Herre har aabnet mig Øret, og jeg var ikke genstridig; jeg veg ikke tilbage.
The Lord GOD has opened my ear. I was not rebellious. I have not turned back.
6 Jeg hengav min Ryg til dem, som sloge mig, og mine Kinder til dem, som rykkede mig i Skægget; jeg skjulte ikke mit Ansigt for Forsmædelser og Spyt.
I gave my back to those who beat me, and my cheeks to those who plucked off the hair. I did not hide my face from shame and spitting.
7 Men den Herre, Herre skal hjælpe mig, derfor bliver jeg ikke beskæmmet, derfor gjorde jeg mit Ansigt som en haard Sten, og jeg ved, at jeg ikke bliver til Skamme.
For the Lord GOD will help me. Therefore I have not been confounded. Therefore I have set my face like a flint, and I know that I will not be disappointed.
8 Han er nær, som mig retfærdiggør; hvo vil trætte med mig? lader os træde frem med hinanden; hvo er den, som har Sag imod mig? han komme hid til mig!
He who justifies me is near. Who will bring charges against me? Let us stand up together. Who is my adversary? Let him come near to me.
9 Se, den Herre, Herre skal hjælpe mig; hvo er den, som mig kan fordømme? se, de skulle alle ældes som et Klæde, Møl skal fortære dem.
Behold, the Lord GOD will help me! Who is he who will condemn me? Behold, they will all grow old like a garment. The moths will eat them up.
10 Hvo er iblandt eder, som frygter Herren, og som adlyder hans Tjeners Røst? naar han vandrer i Mørke og har ikke Lysets Skin, skal han forlade sig paa Herrens Navn, ja stole fast paa sin Gud.
Who among you fears the LORD and obeys the voice of his servant? He who walks in darkness and has no light, let him trust in the LORD’s name, and rely on his God.
11 Se, alle I, som optænde en Ild og omgive eder med Blus, vandrer I kun ved eders Ilds Lys og ved de Blus, som I have tændt! Fra min Haand skal dette ske eder, i Smerte skulde I ligge.
Behold, all you who kindle a fire, who adorn yourselves with torches around yourselves, walk in the flame of your fire, and among the torches that you have kindled. You will have this from my hand: you will lie down in sorrow.
