Jeremias 8
1 Paa den Tid, siger Herren, skulle de kaste Judas Kongers Ben og hans Fyrsters Ben og Præsternes Ben og Profeternes Ben og Jerusalems Indbyggeres Ben ud af deres Grave,
When that happens, declares the Lord, the bones of the kings of Judah, the bones of the officials, the bones of the priests, the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the people of Jerusalem will be taken out of their graves.
2 og udsprede dem for Solen og for Maanen og for al Himmelens Hær, hvilke de elskede, og hvilke de tjente, og hvilke de vandrede efter, og hvilke de søgte, og hvilke de tilbade; de skulle ikke sankes op og ej begraves, men vorde til Møg oven paa Jorden.
They will lie exposed to the sun and moon, and to all the stars which they loved, which they served, which they followed, which they consulted, and which they worshiped. Their bones will not be collected or reburied, but will be left like manure lying on the ground.
3 Og Død skal foretrækkes for Liv af hver den, som er tilovers af de overblevne af denne onde Slægt; de, som ere overblevne i alle de Stæder, hvor jeg har drevet dem hen, siger den Herre Zebaoth.
Those who are left of this evil family will prefer to die rather than live in every place I've scattered them, declares the Lord Almighty.
4 Og du skal sige til dem: Saa siger Herren: Mon man falder og staar ikke op? mon man vender sig bort og vender ikke tilbage?
Tell them this is what the Lord says: When people fall down, don't they get up again? When people go the wrong way, don't they turn around?
5 Hvorfor er dette Folk i Jerusalem da afveget med en evig Afvigelse? de holde fast ved Svig, de vægre sig ved at vende om.
So why have these people of Jerusalem gone the wrong way? Why do they refuse to turn around from their repeated betrayals, holding on to all their lies?
6 Jeg gav Agt og hørte til, de tale ikke Ret, der er ingen, som angrer sin Ondskab og siger: Hvad har jeg gjort? de have alle sammen vendt sig bort, hver til sit Løb, som en Hest, der render i Krigen.
I've heard exactly what they said, but they don't tell the truth. No one is sorry for doing wrong, asking, “What have I done?” Everyone chooses their own way, like a horse charging into battle.
7 Selv Storken under Himmelen kender sine bestemte Tider, og en Turteldue og en Trane og en Svale tage Vare paa den Tid, de skulle komme; men mit Folk, de kende ikke Herrens Ret.
Even storks high in the sky know when it's time to migrate. Turtledoves, swifts, and songbirds know when to fly away at the right time of the year. But my people don't know the laws of the Lord.
8 Hvorledes kunne I sige: Vi ere vise, og Herrens Lov er hos os? men se, Skrivernes Løgnepen har arbejdet for Løgnen.
How on earth can you say, “We're wise, and we have the Law of the Lord?” Can't you see that the writings of your teachers of the Law have turned it into lies?
9 De vise skulle blive til Skamme, forfærdes og besnæres; se, de have forkastet Herrens Ord, hvad for Visdom skulde de have?
The wise will be shown to be foolish; they will be shocked at being caught out. Can't you see that they've rejected what the Lord says—so do they have any wisdom at all?
10 Derfor vil jeg give deres Hustruer til andre og deres Agre til dem, som skulle eje dem; thi fra den mindste til den største tragter enhver efter Vinding, fra Profet og indtil Præst lægge de alle Vind paa Løgn.
I'm going to give their wives to others, and their fields to different owners, since everyone cheats because they're greedy, poor and rich alike. Even prophets and priests—they are all dishonest liars!
11 Og de lægede mit Folks Datters Brøst, som om det var en let Sag, idet de sagde: Fred! Fred! dog der var ikke Fred.
They give my wounded people first aid, but they don't really care about them. They tell them, “Don't worry! We have peace!” even as war approaches.
12 De ere blevne til Skamme; thi de gjorde Vederstyggelighed; dog skamme de sig aldeles ikke og vide ikke at være skamfulde; derfor skulle de falde iblandt dem, som falde; i den Tid, naar de hjemsøges skulle de snuble, siger Herren.
Are they ashamed of the disgusting things they did? No, they're not ashamed at all, they can't even blush. So they will fall just like the others, when I punish them; they will drop down dead, says the Lord.
13 Jeg vil helt rive dem bort, siger Herren; der er ikke Druer paa Vintræet og ej Figen paa Figentræet, og Bladene ere visne, og jeg gav dem til Pris for dem, der drage hen over dem.
I'm going to destroy them, declares the Lord. There will be no grapes left on the vines, no figs on the trees—even the leaves will wither. They will lose whatever I gave them.
14 Hvorfor sidde vi stiller samler eder, og lader os gaa ind i de faste Stæder og omkomme der; thi Herren vor Gud har ladet os omkomme og givet os besk Vand at drikke; thi vi have syndet imod Herren.
The people say, “Why are we sitting around here? Let's get together and run to the fortified towns. We can die there, for the Lord our God is killing us by giving us poisoned water to drink, because we sinned against him.
15 Man venter paa Fred, og det bliver ikke godt; paa Lægedoms Tid, og se, Forfærdelse kommer.
We hoped for peace, but instead nothing good has come; we hoped for a time of healing, but instead there was only sudden terror.”
16 Fra Dan høres hans Hestes Fnysen, for Lyden af hans vældige Hestes Vrinsken ryster det ganske Land; og de komme og fortære Landet og dets Fylde, Staden og Indbyggerne derudi.
The snorting of enemy horses can be heard from Dan. The whole country shakes in fear at the sound of the neighing of these strong stallions, They have come to destroy the country and everything in it; Jerusalem and everyone who lives there.
17 Thi se, jeg sender iblandt eder Slanger, Basilisker, som ikke lade sig besværge, og de skulle bide eder, siger Herren.
Watch out! I'm sending snakes among you, vipers that can't be charmed. They will come and bite you, declares the Lord.
18 Hvor finder jeg Vederkvægelse for Sorgen! mit Hjerte er sygt i mig.
Nothing comforts me in my suffering; I feel terrible inside.
19 Se, mit Folks Datters Raab lyder fra et langt bortliggende Land: Er da Herren ikke i Zion? eller er dets Konge ikke der? Hvorfor have de fortørnet mig med deres udskaarne Billeder, med et fremmed Folks Afguder?
Listen to my people crying out for help from a distant land, asking “Isn't the Lord present in Zion anymore? Has her King left?” Why have they made me angry, worshiping their carved images and their useless foreign idols?
20 Høsten er forbi, Sommeren er til Ende, og vi ere ikke frelste.
“The harvest is over, the summer is finished, but we're not saved,” say the people.
21 Jeg er sønderknust over mit Folks Datters Sønderknuselse, jeg gaar i Sørgeklæder, Forskrækkelse har betaget mig.
I'm crushed by the injuries suffered by my people; I mourn for them. I'm horrified at what's happened!
22 Er der da ingen Balsam i Gilead? eller er der ingen Læge der? thi hvorfor er der ikke lagt Forbinding paa mit Folks Datter?
Isn't there any ointment from Gilead to help heal them? Aren't there any doctors there? So why haven't my people been healed from their wounds?
