Ezekiel 21
1 Da kom HERRENS Ord til mig saaledes:
And there is a word of Jehovah unto me, saying,
2 Menneskesøn, vend dit Ansigt mod Jerusalem, lad din Tale strømme mod Helligdommen og profeter mod Israels Land!
'Son of man, set thy face unto Jerusalem, and prophesy unto the holy places, and prophesy unto the ground of Israel;
3 Sig til Israels Land: Saa siger HERREN: Se, jeg kommer over dig og drager mit Sværd af Skeden for at udrydde baade retfærdige og gudløse af dig.
and thou hast said unto the ground of Israel: Thus said Jehovah: Lo, I [am] against thee, And have brought out My sword from its scabbard, And have cut off from thee righteous and wicked.
4 Fordi jeg vil udrydde baade retfærdige og gudløse af dig, derfor skal mit Sværd fare af Skeden mod alt Kød fra Syd til Nord.
Because that I have cut off from thee righteous and wicked, Therefore go out doth My sword from its scabbard, Unto all flesh, from south to north.
5 Og alt Kød skal kende, at jeg, HERREN, har draget mit Sværd at Skeden; det skal ikke vende tilbage!
And known have all flesh that I, Jehovah, Have brought out My sword from its scabbard, It doth not turn back any more.
6 Men du, Menneskesøn, støn, støn for deres Øjne, som om dine Lænder skulde briste, i bitter Smerte!
And thou, son of man, sigh with breaking of loins, yea, with bitterness thou dost sigh before their eyes,
7 Og naar de spørger: »Hvorfor stønner du?« saa svar: »Over en Tidende; thi naar den kommer, skal hvert Hjerte smelte, alle Hænder synke, hver Aand sløves og alle Knæ flyde som Vand. Se, den kommer, den fuldbyrdes, lyder det fra den Herre HERREN.«
and it hath come to pass, when they say unto thee, For what art thou sighing? that thou hast said: Because of the report, for it is coming, And melted hath every heart, And feeble hath been all hands, And weak is every spirit, And all knees go — waters, Lo, it is coming, yea, it hath been, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.'
8 HERRENS Ord kom til mig saaledes:
And there is a word of Jehovah unto me, saying,
9 Menneskesøn, profeter og sig: Saa siger HERREN:
'Son of man, prophesy, and thou hast said, Thus said Jehovah, say: A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also polished.
10 Et Sværd, et Sværd er hvæsset og slebet blankt, hvæsset med Slagtning for Øje, blankt til at udsende Lyn....
So as to slaughter a slaughter it is sharpened. So as to have brightness it is polished, Desire hath rejoiced the sceptre of my son, It is despising every tree.
11 Jeg gav en Slagter det, at han skal tage det fat; det er hvæsset og slebet for at gives en Drabsmand i Hænde,
And he giveth it for polishing, For laying hold of by the hand. It is sharpened — the sword — and polished, To give it into the hand of a slayer.
12 Raab og vaand dig, Menneskesøn! Thi det kommet over mit Folk, over alle Israels Fyrster; sammen med mit Folk er de givet til Sværdet. Derfor slaa dig paa Hoften!
Cry and howl, son of man, For it hath been among My people, It [is] among all the princes of Israel, Cast unto the sword have been My people. Therefore strike on thy thigh,
13 ..... lyder det fra den Herre HERREN.
Because [it is] a trier, And what if even the sceptre it is despising? It shall not be, an affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.
14 Og du, Menneskesøn, profetér og slaa Hænderne sammen, gør Sværdet som to, ja, gør det som tre! Det er et dræbende Sværd, den store Hednings Sværd; indjag dem Rædsel dermed,
And thou, son of man, prophesy, And smite hand on hand, And bent is the sword a third time, The sword of the wounded! It [is] the sword of the wounded — the great one, That is entering the inner chamber to them.
15 at deres Hjerter maa ængstes og mange maa falde ved alle Porte. Jeg sætter dig til at slagte, du Sværd, som er gjort til at lyne, hvæsset til Slagtning.
To melt the heart, and to multiply the ruins, By all their gates I have set the point of a sword. Ah, it is made for brightness, Wrapped up for slaughter.
16 Indjag Rædsel baade til højre og venstre, hvor din Od rettes hen!
Take possession of the right, place thyself at the left, Whither thy face is appointed.
17 Ogsaa jeg vil slaa Hænderne sammen og køle min Vrede. Jeg, HERREN, har talet!
And I also, I smite My hand on my hand, And have caused My fury to rest; I, Jehovah, have spoken.'
18 HERRENS Ord kom til mig saaledes:
And there is a word of Jehovah unto me, saying,
19 Du, Menneskesøn, afsæt dig to Veje, ad hvilke Babels Konges Sværd skal komme, saaledes at begge udgaar fra et og samme Land; og opstil en Vejviser der, hvor de to Byveje skilles,
'And thou, son of man, appoint for thee two ways, for the coming in of the sword of the king of Babylon; from one land they come forth, both of them, and a station prepare thou, at the top of the way of the city prepare [it].
20 saa at Sværdet baade kan komme til Rabba i Ammoniternes Land og til Juda og Jerusalem midt i Juda.
A way appoint for the coming of the sword, Unto Rabbath of the sons of Ammon, And to Judah, in Jerusalem — the fenced.
21 Thi Babels Konge staar paa Vejskellet, hvor de to Veje skilles, for at tage Varsler; han ryster Pilene, raadspørger Husguderne, ransager Leveren.
For stood hath the king of Babylon at the head of the way, At the top of the two ways, to use divination, He hath moved lightly with the arrows, He hath asked at the teraphim, He hath looked on the liver.
22 I sin højre holder han Loddet »Jerusalem«, at han skal aabne Munden til Skrig og løfte Røsten til Krigsraab, rejse Stormbukke mod Portene, opkaste Stormvold og bygge Belejringstaarne.
At his right hath been the divination — Jerusalem, To place battering-rams, To open the mouth with slaughter, To lift up a voice with shouting, To place battering-rams against the gates, To pour out a mount, to build a fortification.
23 Ederne, svorne ved Gud, regnede de lige med falsk Spaadom, men han bringer deres Brøde i Minde, for at de skal fanges.
And it hath been to them as a false divination in their eyes, Who have sworn oaths to them, And he is causing iniquity to be remembered to be caught.
24 Derfor, saa siger den Herre HERREN: Fordi I bringer eders Brøde i Minde, idet eders Overtrædelser aabenbares, saa eders Synder bliver synlige i alt, hvad I gør, fordi I bringer eder i Minde ved dem, skal I fanges.
Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Because of your causing your iniquity to be remembered, In your transgressions being revealed, For your sins being seen, in all your doings, Because of your being remembered, By the hand ye are caught.
25 Og du, gudløse Hedning, Israels Fyrste, hvis Time slaar, naar din Misgerning er fuldmoden,
And thou, wounded, wicked one, Prince of Israel, whose day hath come, In the time of the iniquity of the end!
26 saa siger den Herre HERREN: Bort med Hovedbindet, ned med kronen! Som det var, er det ikke mere! Op med det lave, ned med det høje!
Thus said the Lord Jehovah: Turn aside the mitre, and bear away the crown, This — not this — the low make high, And the high make low.
27 Grushobe, Grushobe, Grushobe gør jeg det til. Ve det! Saaledes skal det være, til han kommer, som har Retten til det; ham vil jeg give det.
An overturn, overturn, overturn, I make it, Also this hath not been till the coming of Him, Whose [is] the judgment, and I have given it.
28 Du, Menneskesøn, profeter saaledes: Saa siger den Herre HERREN om Ammoniterne og deres Haan! Og sig: Et Sværd, et Sværd er draget til at slagte hvæsset til at udsende Lyn,
And thou, son of man, prophesy, and thou hast said: Thus said the Lord Jehovah concerning the sons of Ammon, and concerning their reproach: and thou hast said: A sword, a sword, open for slaughter, Polished to the utmost for brightness!
29 medens man skuer dig Tomhed og spaar dig Løgn, for at det skal lægges paa de gudløse Hedningers Hals, hvis Time slaar, naar deres Misgerning er fuldmoden.
In the seeing for thee of a vain thing, In the divining for thee of a lie, To put thee on the necks of the wounded of the wicked, whose day hath come, In the time of the iniquity of the end.
30 Vend tilbage til din Borg! Paa det Sted, hvor du skabtes, i det Land, du stammer fra, vil jeg dømme dig.
Turn [it] back unto its scabbard, In the place where thou wast produced, In the land of thy birth I do judge thee.
31 Jeg vil udøse min Vrede over dig, blæse min Harmes Ild op imod dig og give dig i grumme Menneskers Haand, som er Mestre i at tilintetgøre.
And I have poured on thee Mine indignation, With fire of My wrath I blow against thee, And have given thee into the hand of brutish men — artificers of destruction.
32 Du skal blive Ildens Føde, dit Blod skal flyde i dit Land; du skal ikke kommes i Hu, thi jeg, HERREN, har talet.
To the fire thou art for fuel, Thy blood is in the midst of the land, Thou art not remembered, For I, Jehovah, have spoken!'
