Esajas 57
1 Den retfærdige omkommer, og der er ingen, som lægger det paa Hjerte; og fromme Folk kaldes bort, men der er ingen, som giver Agt derpaa; thi den retfærdige kaldes bort, før det onde kommer.
The upright man goes to his death, and no one gives a thought to it; and god-fearing men are taken away, and no one is troubled by it; for the upright man is taken away because of evil-doing, and goes into peace.
2 De gaa ind til Fred, de hvile i deres Sovekamre, hver den, som vandrer ret for sig.
They are at rest in their last resting-places, every one going straight before him.
3 Men I, kommer hid, I Troldkvindens Børn, du Horkarlens og Horkvindens Yngel!
But come near, you sons of her who is wise in secret arts, the seed of her who is false to her husband, and of the loose woman.
4 Over hvem gøre I eder lystige? ad hvem vrænge I Mund og række Tungen langt ud? ere I ikke Overtrædelsens Børn, Løgnens Sæd?
Of whom do you make sport? against whom is your mouth open wide and your tongue put out? are you not uncontrolled children, a false seed,
5 I, som ere optændte af Brynde for Afguderne, under hvert grønt Træ, I, som slagte Børnene i Dalene, i Kløfterne under Stenklipperne!
You who are burning with evil desire among the oaks, under every green tree; putting children to death in the valleys, under the cracks of the rocks?
6 Din Del er Dalens glatte Stene, de, de ere i din Lod, ja, for dem udgød du Drikofre, du ofrede dem Madoffer; skulde jeg berolige mig over disse Ting?
Among the smooth stones of the valley is your heritage; they, even they, are your part: even to them have you made a drink offering and a meal offering. Is it possible for such things to be overlooked by me?
7 Du redte dit Leje paa et højt og ophøjet Bjerg; ogsaa der gik du op til at slagte Slagtoffer?
You have put your bed on a high mountain: there you went up to make your offering.
8 Og du satte dit Mindetegn bag Døren og Dørstolpen; thi bortvendt fra mig blottede du dig og gik op; du udvidede dit Leje og indlod dig i Pagt med dem; du elskede deres Leje paa hver Plads, du saa dem.
And on the back of the doors and on the pillars you have put your sign: for you have been false to me with another; you have made your bed wide, and made an agreement with them; you had a desire for their bed where you saw it
9 Og salvet med Olie saa du hen til Kongen og formerede dine vellugtende Salver; og du sendte dine Bud langvejs hen og steg dybt ned indtil Dødsriget. (Sheol h7585)
And you went to Melech with oil and much perfume, and you sent your representatives far off, and went as low as the underworld. (Sheol h7585)
10 Formedelst din lange Vej er du bleven træt; dog sagde du ikke: „Jeg giver tabt!‟ du fandt Liv i din Haand, derfor blev du ikke syg.
You were tired with your long journeys; but you did not say, There is no hope: you got new strength, and so you were not feeble.
11 Og for hvem har du været bange og frygtet, saa at du vil lyve? men mig kommer du ikke i Hu og lægger det ikke paa dit Hjerte! mon ikke jeg har tiet og det fra fordums Tid af? men mig vil du ikke frygte!
And of whom were you in fear, so that you were false, and did not keep me in mind, or give thought to it? Have I not been quiet, keeping myself secret, and so you were not in fear of me?
12 Jeg vil kundgøre din Retfærdighed og dine Gerninger, og de skulle ikke gavne dig.
I will make clear what your righteousness is like and your works; you will have no profit in them.
13 Naar du raaber, da lad dine Skarer redde dig! men Vejret skal løfte dem alle sammen op, et Vindpust skal tage dem bort; men den, som forlader sig paa mig, skal arve Landet og eje mit hellige Bjerg.
Your false gods will not keep you safe in answer to your cry; but the wind will take them, they will be gone like a breath: but he who puts his hope in me will take the land, and will have my holy mountain as his heritage.
14 Og man skal sige: Baner, baner, rydder Vejen, tager Stød bort af mit Folks Vej!
And I will say, Make it high, make it high, get ready the way, take the stones out of the way of my people.
15 Thi saa siger den Høje og Ophøjede, som bor i Evigheden, og hvis Navn er helligt: Jeg bor i det høje og hellige, og hos den sønderknuste og i Aanden nedbøjede for at gøre de nedbøjedes Aand levende og at gøre de sønderknustes Hjerter levende.
For this is the word of him who is high and lifted up, whose resting-place is eternal, whose name is Holy: my resting-place is in the high and holy place, and with him who is crushed and poor in spirit, to give life to the spirit of the poor, and to make strong the heart of the crushed.
16 Thi jeg vil ikke trætte evindelig og ikke være vred i Evighed; thi ellers maatte Aanden og de Sjæle, som jeg har skabt, forsmægte for mit Ansigt.
For I will not give punishment for ever, or be angry without end: for from me breath goes out; and I it was who made the souls.
17 For hans Gerrigheds Synd var jeg vred og slog ham, jeg skjulte mig i Vrede; men han vendte sig bort og gik sit Hjertes Vej.
I was quickly angry with his evil ways, and sent punishment on him, veiling my face in wrath: and he went on, turning his heart from me.
18 Hans Veje saa jeg, og jeg vil læge ham; og jeg vil lede ham og give ham og dem, som sørgede med ham, Trøst.
I have seen his ways, and I will make him well: I will give him rest, comforting him and his people who are sad.
19 Jeg skaber Læbers Frugt: Fred, Fred for fjern og nær, siger Herren, og jeg læger ham.
I will give the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace, to him who is near and to him who is far off, says the Lord; and I will make him well.
20 Men de ugudelige ere som Havet, der er oprørt; thi det kan ikke være roligt, men dets Vande udkaste Skarn og Dynd.
But the evil-doers are like the troubled sea, for which there is no rest, and its waters send up earth and waste.
21 De ugudelige, siger min Gud, have ingen Fred.
There is no peace, says my God, for the evil-doers.
