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,
“At that time,” A declaration of YHWH, “They bring the bones of the kings of Judah, And the bones of its princes, And the bones of the priests, And the bones of the prophets, And the bones of inhabitants of Jerusalem, 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.
And have spread them to sun, and to moon, And to all the host of the heavens, that they have loved, And that they have served, And that they have walked after, And that they have sought, And to which they have bowed themselves, They are not gathered, nor buried, They are for dung on the face of 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.
And death is chosen rather than life By all the remnant who are left of this evil family, In all the remaining places, to where I have driven them,” A declaration of YHWH of Hosts.
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?
“And you have said to them, Thus said YHWH: Do they fall, and not rise? Does he turn back, and not return?
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.
Why has this people of Jerusalem Turned back—a continuous backsliding? They have kept hold on deceit, They have refused to turn back.
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 have given attention, indeed, I listen, They do not speak right, No man has sighed over his wickedness, Saying, What have I done? Everyone has turned to his courses, As a horse is rushing 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 a stork in the heavens has known her seasons, And turtle, and swallow, and crane, Have watched the time of their coming, And—My people have not known the judgment of YHWH.
8 Hvorledes kunne I sige: Vi ere vise, og Herrens Lov er hos os? men se, Skrivernes Løgnepen har arbejdet for Løgnen.
How do you say, We [are] wise, And the Law of YHWH [is] with us? Surely, behold, it has worked falsely, The false pen of scribes.
9 De vise skulle blive til Skamme, forfærdes og besnæres; se, de have forkastet Herrens Ord, hvad for Visdom skulde de have?
The wise have been ashamed, They have been frightened, and are captured, Behold, they kicked against a word of YHWH, And what wisdom do they have?
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.
Therefore, I give their wives to others, Their fields to dispossessors, For from the least even to the greatest, Everyone is gaining dishonest gain, From prophet even to priest, everyone is dealing falsely.
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.
And they heal the breach of the daughter of My people slightly, Saying, Peace, peace! And there is no peace.
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.
They were ashamed when they did abomination! Indeed, they are not ashamed at all, And they have not known blushing, Therefore, they fall among falling ones, They stumble in the time of their inspection, said YHWH.
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 utterly consume them,” A declaration of YHWH, “There are no grapes in the vine, Indeed, there are no figs in the fig tree, And the leaf has faded, And the strength they have passes from 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.
Why are we sitting still? Be gathered, and we go into the fortified cities, And we are silent there, For our God YHWH has made us silent, Indeed, He causes us to drink water of gall, For we have sinned against YHWH.
15 Man venter paa Fred, og det bliver ikke godt; paa Lægedoms Tid, og se, Forfærdelse kommer.
Looking for peace—and there is no good, For a time of healing, and behold—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 his horses has been heard from Dan, From the voice of the neighings of his mighty ones, All the land has trembled, And they come in and consume the land and its fullness, The city and the inhabitants in it.
17 Thi se, jeg sender iblandt eder Slanger, Basilisker, som ikke lade sig besværge, og de skulle bide eder, siger Herren.
For behold, I am sending serpents among you, Vipers that have no charmer, And they have bitten you,” A declaration of YHWH.
18 Hvor finder jeg Vederkvægelse for Sorgen! mit Hjerte er sygt i mig.
My sorrow [is] beyond comfort, My heart [is] sick in me.
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?
Behold, the voice of a cry of the daughter of my people from a far-off land, Is YHWH not in Zion? Is her King not in her? “Why have they provoked Me with their carved images, With the vanities of a foreigner?”
20 Høsten er forbi, Sommeren er til Ende, og vi ere ikke frelste.
Harvest has passed, summer has ended, And we have not been saved.
21 Jeg er sønderknust over mit Folks Datters Sønderknuselse, jeg gaar i Sørgeklæder, Forskrækkelse har betaget mig.
For a breach of the daughter of my people I have been broken, I have been dark, Astonishment has seized me.
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?
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why has the health of the daughter of my people not gone up?
