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 perish, and no one lays it to heart. Men of chesed ·loving-kindness· are taken away, and no one considers that the upright is taken away from the evil.
2 De gaa ind til Fred, de hvile i deres Sovekamre, hver den, som vandrer ret for sig.
He enters into peace. They rest in their beds, each one who walks in his uprightness.
3 Men I, kommer hid, I Troldkvindens Børn, du Horkarlens og Horkvindens Yngel!
“But draw near here, you sons of a sorceress, you offspring of adulterers and prostitutes.
4 Over hvem gøre I eder lystige? ad hvem vrænge I Mund og række Tungen langt ud? ere I ikke Overtrædelsens Børn, Løgnens Sæd?
Whom do you mock? Against whom do you make a wide mouth, and stick out your tongue? Are not you children of a rebellious breach of relationship, and offspring 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!
you who inflame yourselves among the oaks, under every green tree; who kill 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 valley is your portion; they, they are your lot. You have even poured a drink offering to them. You have offered an offering. Shall I be appeased for these things?
7 Du redte dit Leje paa et højt og ophøjet Bjerg; ogsaa der gik du op til at slagte Slagtoffer?
On a high and lofty mountain you have set your bed. You also went up there 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.
You have set up your memorial behind the doors and the posts; for you have exposed yourself to someone besides me, and have gone up; you have enlarged your bed, and made you a covenant with them. You 'ahav ·affectionately loved· what you saw on their bed.
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)
You went to the king with oil, and increased your perfumes, and sent your ambassadors far off, and degraded yourself even to Sheol ·Place of the dead·. (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 wearied with the length of your ways; yet you didn’t say, ‘It is in vain.’ You found a reviving of your strength; therefore you were not faint.
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!
“Whom have you dreaded and feared, so that you lie, and have not remembered me, nor laid it to your heart? Haven’t I held my peace for a long time, and you don’t fear me?
12 Jeg vil kundgøre din Retfærdighed og dine Gerninger, og de skulle ikke gavne dig.
I will declare your righteousness; and as for your works, they will not benefit 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 those whom you have gathered deliver you; but the wind will take them. A breath will carry them all away: but he who takes refuge in me will possess the land, and will inherit my holy mountain.”
14 Og man skal sige: Baner, baner, rydder Vejen, tager Stød bort af mit Folks Vej!
He will say, “Build up, build up, prepare the way! Remove 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 who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.
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 forever, neither will I be always angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls whom 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.
I was angry because of the depravity (moral evil) of his covetousness, and struck him; I hid myself and was angry; and he went on backsliding 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 to 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 who is far off and to him who is near,” says Adonai; “and I will heal them.”
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 divorced sea; for it can’t rest, and its waters dirge up mire and mud.
21 De ugudelige, siger min Gud, have ingen Fred.
“There is no peace,” says my God, “for the wicked.”
