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 righteous perishes, and no man lays it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.
2 De gaa ind til Fred, de hvile i deres Sovekamre, hver den, som vandrer ret for sig.
He shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.
3 Men I, kommer hid, I Troldkvindens Børn, du Horkarlens og Horkvindens Yngel!
But draw near here, all of you sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer and the whore.
4 Over hvem gøre I eder lystige? ad hvem vrænge I Mund og række Tungen langt ud? ere I ikke Overtrædelsens Børn, Løgnens Sæd?
Against whom do all of you sport yourselves? against whom make all of you a wide mouth, and draw out the tongue? are all of you not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood.
5 I, som ere optændte af Brynde for Afguderne, under hvert grønt Træ, I, som slagte Børnene i Dalene, i Kløfterne under Stenklipperne!
Enflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree, slaying the children in the valleys under the clefts 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 stream is your portion; they, they are your lot: even to them have you poured a drink offering, you have offered a food offering. Should I receive comfort in these?
7 Du redte dit Leje paa et højt og ophøjet Bjerg; ogsaa der gik du op til at slagte Slagtoffer?
Upon a lofty and high mountain have you set your bed: even thither went you up to offer sacrifice.
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.
Behind the doors also and the posts have you set up your remembrance: for you have discovered yourself to another than me, and are gone up; you have enlarged your bed, and made you a covenant with them; you loved 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 the king with ointment, and did increase your perfumes, and did send your messengers far off, and did debase yourself even unto hell. (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 are wearied in the greatness of your way; yet said you not, There is no hope: you have found the life of your hand; therefore you were not grieved.
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 have you been afraid or feared, that you have lied, and have not remembered me, nor laid it to your heart? have not I held my peace even of old, and you fear me not?
12 Jeg vil kundgøre din Retfærdighed og dine Gerninger, og de skulle ikke gavne dig.
I will declare your righteousness, and your works; for they shall not profit you.
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.
When you cry, let your companies deliver you; but the wind shall carry them all away; vanity shall take them: but he that puts his trust in me shall possess the land, and shall inherit my holy mountain;
14 Og man skal sige: Baner, baner, rydder Vejen, tager Stød bort af mit Folks Vej!
And shall say, Cast all of you up, cast all of you up, prepare the way, take up the stumbling block 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 thus says the high and lofty One that inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
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 contend for ever, neither will I be always angry: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.
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.
For the iniquity of his covetousness was I angry, and stroke him: I hid me, and was angry, and he went on perversely in the way of his heart.
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 will heal him: I will lead him also, and restore comforts unto him and to his mourners.
19 Jeg skaber Læbers Frugt: Fred, Fred for fjern og nær, siger Herren, og jeg læger ham.
I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, says the LORD; and I will heal him.
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 wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
21 De ugudelige, siger min Gud, have ingen Fred.
There is no peace, says my God, to the wicked.
