Jeremias 4
1 Israel! dersom du vil omvende dig, siger Herren, da skal du omvende dig til mig; og dersom du vil borttage dine Vederstyggeligheder fra mit Ansigt, da skal du ikke omdrives;
If you will come back, O Israel, says the Lord, you will come back to me: and if you will put away your disgusting ways, you will not be sent away from before me.
2 og du skal sværge: Saa vist som Herren lever i Sandhed, i Ret og i Retfærdighed! og Hedningerne skulle velsigne sig i ham og rose sig af harm
And you will take your oath, By the living Lord, in good faith and wisdom and righteousness; and the nations will make use of you as a blessing, and in you will they take a pride.
3 Thi saa siger Herren til Judas Mænd og til Jerusalem: Pløjer eder Nyland og saar ikke imellem Torne!
For this is what the Lord says to the men of Judah and to Jerusalem: Get your unworked land ploughed up, do not put in your seeds among thorns.
4 Omskærer eder for Herren, og borttager reders Hjertes Forhud, I Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Indbyggere! paa det min Vrede ikke skal udfare som Ilden og brænde, og der skal ingen være, som udslukker, for eders Idrætters Ondskabs Skyld.
Undergo a circumcision of the heart, you men of Judah and people of Jerusalem: or my wrath may come out like fire, burning so that no one is able to put it out, because of the evil of your doings.
5 Kundgører det i Juda, og lader det høres i Jerusalem og siger: Blæser i Trompeten udi Landet, raaber med fuld Røst og siger: Samler eder, og lader os gaa ind i de faste Stæder!
Say openly in Judah, give it out in Jerusalem, and say, Let the horn be sounded in the land: crying out in a loud voice, Come together, and let us go into the walled towns.
6 Opløfter Banner imod Zion, flyr, staar ikke stille; thi jeg lader komme en Ulykke fra Norden og, en stor Forstyrrelse.
Put up a flag for a sign to Zion: go in flight so that you may be safe, waiting no longer: for I will send evil from the north, and a great destruction.
7 En Løve er stegen op fra sine tætte Buske, og Folkenes Ødelægger er uddraget, han er udgangen fra sit Sted for at gøre dit Land til en Ødelæggelse; dine Stæder skulle forstyrres, at ingen skal bo deri.
A lion has gone up from his secret place in the woods, and one who makes waste the nations is on his way; he has gone out from his place, to make your land unpeopled, so that your towns will be made waste, with no man living in them.
8 Derfor ombinder eder med Sæk, sørger og hyler; thi Herrens brændende Vrede er ikke vendt tilbage fra os.
For this put on haircloth, with weeping and loud crying: for the burning wrath of the Lord is not turned back from us.
9 Og det skal ske paa denne Dag, siger Herren, da skal Kongens Mod og Fyrsternes Mod forgaa, og Præsterne skulle forskrækkes, og Profeterne staa forfærdede.
And it will come about in that day, says the Lord, that the heart of the king will be dead in him, and the hearts of the rulers; and the priests will be overcome with fear, and the prophets with wonder.
10 Og jeg sagde: Ak Herre, Herre! sandelig, du har ladet dette Folk og Jerusalem svarlig skuffes, da det hed: Fred skal være med eder; og Sværdet er dog trængt ind til Sjælen.
Then said I, Ah, Lord God! your words were not true when you said to this people and to Jerusalem, You will have peace; when the sword has come even to the soul.
11 Paa den Tid skal siges til dette Folk og til Jerusalem: Et skarpt Vejr paa de nøgne Høje i Ørken er mit Folks Datters Vej, det er ikke til at kaste og ej til at rense Korn ved;
At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, A burning wind from the open hilltops in the waste land is blowing on the daughter of my people, not for separating or cleaning the grain;
12 et fuldt Vejr fra dem kommer imod mig; nu vil ogsaa jeg gaa i Rette med dem.
A full wind will come for me: and now I will give my decision against them.
13 Se, han trækker op som Skyerne, og hans Vogne ere som Hvirvelvinden, hans Heste ere lettere end Ørne: Ve os! thi vi ere ødelagte.
See, he will come up like the clouds, and his war-carriages like the storm-wind: his horses are quicker than eagles. Sorrow is ours, for destruction has come on us.
14 Afto dit Hjerte, Jerusalem! fra Ondskab, paa det du kan frelses; hvor længe skulle din Uretfærdigheds Tanker bo i dit Indre?
O Jerusalem, make your heart clean from evil, so that you may have salvation. How long are evil purposes to have a resting-place in you?
15 Thi der høres Efterretning fra Dan, Budskab om Ulykke fra Efraims Bjerg.
For a voice is sounding from Dan, giving out evil from the hills of Ephraim:
16 Forkynder det iblandt Folkene, se, lader det høres over Jerusalem; der komme Vogtere fra et langt bortliggende Land, og de skulle opløfte deres Røst over Judas Stæder.
Make this come to the minds of the nations, make a statement openly against Jerusalem, that attackers are coming from a far country and their voices will be loud against the towns of Judah.
17 De skulle lejre sig imod den trindt omkring som Vogtere paa Marken; thi hun har været genstridig imod mig, siger Herren.
Like keepers of a field they are against her on every side; because she has been fighting against me, says the Lord.
18 Din Vej og dine Idrætter have voldet dig disse Ting; dette er din Ondskab; thi det er bittert, det er naaet indtil dit Hjerte.
Your ways and your doings have made these things come on you; this is your sin; truly it is bitter, going deep into your heart.
19 Mine Indvolde! mine Indvolde! jeg maa lide Smerte, o mit Hjertes Vægge! mit Hjerte bruser i mig, jeg kan ikke tie; thi du hørte Trompetens Lyd, min Sjæl! ja, Krigsskriget.
My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.
20 Forstyrrelse paa Forstyrrelse! raabes der, thi alt Landet er ødelagt; mine Pauluner ere hastelig ødelagte, mine Telte i et Øjeblik!
News is given of destruction on destruction; all the land is made waste: suddenly my tents, straight away my curtains, are made waste.
21 Hvor længe skal jeg se Banner? hvor længe skal jeg høre Trompetens Lyd?
How long will I go on seeing the flag and hearing the sound of the war-horn?
22 Thi mit Folk er daarligt, mig kende de ikke, de ere uforstandige Børn og uden indsigt; de ere vise til at gøre ondt, men vide ikke at gøre godt.
For my people are foolish, they have no knowledge of me; they are evil-minded children, without sense, all of them: they are wise in evil-doing, but have no knowledge of doing good.
23 Jeg saa Landet, og se, det var øde og tomt, og jeg saa til Himlene, og deres Lys var der ikke mere.
Looking at the earth, I saw that it was waste and without form; and to the heavens, that they had no light.
24 Jeg saa Bjergene, og se, de bævede, og alle Højene skælvede.
Looking at the mountains, I saw them shaking, and all the hills were moved about.
25 Jeg saa, og se, der var intet Menneske mere, og alle Fuglene under Himmelen vare bortfløjne.
Looking, I saw that there was no man, and all the birds of heaven had gone in flight.
26 Jeg saa, og se, den frugtbare Mark var en Ørk, og alle dens Stæder vare nedbrudte for Herrens Ansigt, for hans brændende Vrede.
Looking, I saw that the fertile field was a waste, and all its towns were broken down before the Lord and before his burning wrath.
27 Thi saa siger Herren: Alt Landet skal være aldeles øde: Dog vil jeg ikke aldeles gøre Ende paa det.
For this is what the Lord has said: All the land will become a waste; I will make destruction complete.
28 Derfor skal Landet sørge, og Himlene heroventil vorde sorte, efterdi jeg har talt det, besluttet det og ikke angret det og ikke viger fra det.
The earth will be weeping for this, and the heavens on high will be black: because I have said it, and I will not go back from it; it is my purpose, and it will not be changed.
29 For Lyden af Ryttere og Bueskytter flyr hver Stad, de gaa ind i Tykningerne og stige op i Klipperne; hver Stad er forladt, og der er ingen, som bor i dem.
All the land is in flight because of the noise of the horsemen and the bowmen; they have taken cover in the woodland and up on the rocks: every town has been given up, not a man is living in them.
30 Og du, naar du er ødelagt, hvad vil du gøre? om du end iførte dig Purpur, om du end prydede dig med Guldprydelse, om du end vilde indgnide dine Øjne med Sminke, skal du dog smykke dig forgæves; thi Elskere have foragtet dig, de søge efter dit Liv,
And you, when you are made waste, what will you do? Though you are clothed in red, though you make yourself beautiful with ornaments of gold, though you make your eyes wide with paint, it is for nothing that you make yourself fair; your lovers have no more desire for you, they have designs on your life.
31 Thi jeg hørte en Røst ligesom hendes, der føder, en Angest, som hendes, der er i den første Fødsels Nød, Zions Datters Røst, hun klager sig, udbreder sine Hænder og siger: Ve mig! thi min Sjæl er forsmægtet over for Mordere.
A voice has come to my ears like the voice of a woman in birth-pains, the pain of one giving birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, fighting for breath, stretching out her hands, saying, Now sorrow is mine! for my strength is gone from me before the takers of life.
