Esajas 64
1 gid du vilde sønderrive Himlene og fare ned, saa at Bjergene fløde bort for dit Ansigt!
If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,
2 Ligesom Ild antænder Kviste, ligesom Ild kommer Vand til at syde, saa lade du dine Fjender kende dit Navn, saa at Hedningerne bæve for dit Ansigt.
as fire kindles the brushwood and causes the water to boil, to make Your name known to Your enemies, so that the nations will tremble at Your presence!
3 Da du har gjort underlige Ting, skulde vi da ikke vente? du nedfor, Bjerge fløde bort for dit Ansigt.
When You did awesome works that we did not expect, You came down, and the mountains trembled at Your presence.
4 Og fra gammel Tid har man ikke hørt, har man ikke fornummet, intet Øje set, at nogen Gud uden du gjorde saadanne Ting for den, som bier efter ham.
From ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides You, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him.
5 Du møder den, som er glad ved at gøre Retfærdighed, de skulle komme dig i Hu paa dine Veje; se, du var vred, og vi bleve ved at synde; vare vi evindelig blevne paa dem, da vare vi nu frelste.
You welcome those who gladly do right, who remember Your ways. Surely You were angry, for we sinned. How can we be saved if we remain in our sins?
6 Men vi bleve alle som de urene og al vor Retfærdighed som et besmittet Klædebon; og vi faldt alle, af som et Blad, og vor Misgerning førte os bort som et Vejr.
Each of us has become like something unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all wither like a leaf, and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.
7 Og der er ingen, som paakalder dit Navn, ingen, som rejser sig for at holde fast ved dig; thi du har skjult dit Ansigt for os og smeltet os for vore Misgerningers Skyld.
No one calls on Your name or strives to take hold of You. For You have hidden Your face from us and delivered us into the hand of our iniquity.
8 Men nu, Herre! du er vor Fader; vi ere Leret, og du er den, som har dannet os, og vi ere alle din Haands Gerning.
But now, O LORD, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.
9 Herre! vær ikke saa saare vred, og kom ikke Misgerninger evindelig i Hu; se, sku dog, vi ere alle dit Folk!
Do not be angry, O LORD, beyond measure; do not remember our iniquity forever. Oh, look upon us, we pray; we are all Your people!
10 Dine Helligdoms Stæder ere blevne til en Ørk; Zion er bleven til en Ørk, Jerusalem en Ødelæggelse.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Vor Helligheds og vor Herligheds Hus, i hvilket vore Fædre lovede dig, er opbrændt med Ild, og alle vore lystelige Ting ere ødelagte.
Our holy and beautiful temple, where our fathers praised You, has been burned with fire, and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.
12 Vil du over for disse Ting holde dig tilbage, Herre? vil du tie og nedtrykke os saa saare?
After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?
