Esajas 64
1 gid du vilde sønderrive Himlene og fare ned, saa at Bjergene fløde bort for dit Ansigt!
If only you would rip the heavens apart and come down! The mountains would tremble in 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.
In the same way that fire burns wood and makes the water boil, make your reputation known to your enemies, so that nations will tremble in your presence!
3 Da du har gjort underlige Ting, skulde vi da ikke vente? du nedfor, Bjerge fløde bort for dit Ansigt.
In the past you did things we weren't anticipating. You came down and the mountains trembled in 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.
Since the beginning, no one has heard about, no one has paid attention to, and no one has seen any God except you, the one who helps those who place their confidence in you.
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 join with those who are glad, and with those who do what's right and remember to follow your ways. But when we went on sinning, you became angry. How can we be saved if we go on like this?
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.
We've all become unclean, and all the good things we do are like dirty rags. We wither and die like autumn leaves, and our sins, like the wind, blow us away.
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.
There's no one who calls for you or really wants to hold onto you, because you have hidden your face from us and let us drown in our own sins.
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 you, Lord, are our Father. We're the clay, you're the potter. You made us all with your own hands.
9 Herre! vær ikke saa saare vred, og kom ikke Misgerninger evindelig i Hu; se, sku dog, vi ere alle dit Folk!
Please limit your anger, Lord, and don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, and see that 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 been turned into a wilderness; Zion has become a desert; yes, even Jerusalem is an abandoned ruin.
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 beautiful, holy Temple where our forefathers praised you has been burned down, and all that we treasured has been destroyed.
12 Vil du over for disse Ting holde dig tilbage, Herre? vil du tie og nedtrykke os saa saare?
In view of all this, are you still going to refuse to help us? Are you going to stay quiet and punish us so severely?
