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 return, Israel," says the LORD, "if you will return to me, and if you will put away your abominations out of my sight; then you shall not be removed;
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 shall swear, 'As the LORD lives,' in truth, in justice, and in righteousness. The nations shall bless themselves in him, and in him shall they glory."
3 Thi saa siger Herren til Judas Mænd og til Jerusalem: Pløjer eder Nyland og saar ikke imellem Torne!
For thus says the LORD to the men of Judah and to Jerusalem, "Break up your fallow ground, and do not sow 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.
Circumcise yourselves to the LORD, and take away the foreskins of your heart, you men of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem; lest my wrath go forth like fire, and burn so that none can quench it, 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!
Declare in Judah, and publish in Jerusalem; and say, 'Blow the trumpet in the land.' Cry aloud and say, 'Assemble yourselves. Let us go into the fortified cities.'
6 Opløfter Banner imod Zion, flyr, staar ikke stille; thi jeg lader komme en Ulykke fra Norden og, en stor Forstyrrelse.
Set up a standard toward Zion. Flee for safety. Do not wait; for I will bring 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 is gone up from his thicket, and a destroyer of nations; he is on his way, he is gone forth from his place, to make your land desolate, that your cities be laid waste, without inhabitant.
8 Derfor ombinder eder med Sæk, sørger og hyler; thi Herrens brændende Vrede er ikke vendt tilbage fra os.
For this clothe yourself with sackcloth, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of the LORD hasn't 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.
"It shall happen at that day," says the LORD, "that the heart of the king shall perish, and the heart of the officials; and the priests shall be astonished, and the prophets shall 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 I said, "Ah, Lord GOD. Surely you have greatly deceived this people and Jerusalem, saying, 'You shall have peace;' whereas the sword reaches to the heart."
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 shall it be said to this people and to Jerusalem, "A hot wind from the bare heights in the wilderness toward the daughter of my people, not to winnow, nor to cleanse;
12 et fuldt Vejr fra dem kommer imod mig; nu vil ogsaa jeg gaa i Rette med dem.
a full wind from these shall come for me. Now I will also utter judgments 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.
Look, he shall come up as clouds, and his chariots shall be as the whirlwind: his horses are swifter than eagles. Woe to us. For we are ruined.
14 Afto dit Hjerte, Jerusalem! fra Ondskab, paa det du kan frelses; hvor længe skulle din Uretfærdigheds Tanker bo i dit Indre?
Jerusalem, wash your heart from wickedness, that you may be saved. How long shall your evil thoughts lodge within you?
15 Thi der høres Efterretning fra Dan, Budskab om Ulykke fra Efraims Bjerg.
For a voice declares from Dan, and publishes 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.
"Tell the nations; look, publish against Jerusalem, 'Besiegers come from a far country, and raise their voice against the cities of Judah.
17 De skulle lejre sig imod den trindt omkring som Vogtere paa Marken; thi hun har været genstridig imod mig, siger Herren.
As keepers of a field, they are against her all around, because she has been rebellious 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 way and your doings have brought these things to you. This is your wickedness; for it is bitter, for it reaches to 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 anguish, my anguish. I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I can't hold my peace; because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
20 Forstyrrelse paa Forstyrrelse! raabes der, thi alt Landet er ødelagt; mine Pauluner ere hastelig ødelagte, mine Telte i et Øjeblik!
Destruction on destruction is proclaimed; for the whole land is laid waste: suddenly are my tents destroyed, and my curtains in a moment.
21 Hvor længe skal jeg se Banner? hvor længe skal jeg høre Trompetens Lyd?
How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
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 do not know me. They are foolish children, and they have no understanding. They are skillful in doing evil, but to do good they have no knowledge."
23 Jeg saa Landet, og se, det var øde og tomt, og jeg saa til Himlene, og deres Lys var der ikke mere.
I saw the earth, and, look, it was waste and void; and the heavens, and they had no light.
24 Jeg saa Bjergene, og se, de bævede, og alle Højene skælvede.
I saw the mountains, and look, they trembled, and all the hills moved back and forth.
25 Jeg saa, og se, der var intet Menneske mere, og alle Fuglene under Himmelen vare bortfløjne.
I saw, and look, there was no man, and all the birds of the sky had fled.
26 Jeg saa, og se, den frugtbare Mark var en Ørk, og alle dens Stæder vare nedbrudte for Herrens Ansigt, for hans brændende Vrede.
I saw, and look, the fruitful field was a wilderness, and all its cities were broken down at the presence of the LORD; before his fierce anger they were destroyed.
27 Thi saa siger Herren: Alt Landet skal være aldeles øde: Dog vil jeg ikke aldeles gøre Ende paa det.
For thus says the LORD, "The whole land shall be a desolation; yet I will not make a full end.
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.
For this the earth will mourn, and the heavens above be black; because I have spoken it, I have purposed it, and I have not relented, neither will I turn back from it."
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.
Every city flees for the noise of the horsemen and archers; they go into caves, and they hide themselves in the thickets, and climb up on the rocks; every city is forsaken, and not a man dwells in it.
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,
You, when you are made desolate, what will you do? Though you clothe yourself with scarlet, though you dress yourselves with ornaments of gold, though you enlarge your eyes with paint, in vain do you make yourself beautiful; your lovers despise you, they seek 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.
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, "Woe is me now. For my soul faints before the murderers."
