Ezekiel 27
1 HERRENS Ord kom til mig saaledes:
And there is a word of Jehovah unto me, saying:
2 Du, Menneskesøn, istem en Klagesang over Tyrus
'And thou, son of man, lift up concerning Tyre a lamentation, and thou hast said to Tyre:
3 og sig til Tyrus, som ligger ved Adgangen til Havet og driver Handel med Folkeslagene paa de mange fjerne Strande: Saa siger den Herre HERREN: Tyrus, du siger: »Fuldendt i Skønhed er jeg!«
O dweller on the entrances of the sea, Merchant of the peoples unto many isles, Thus said the Lord Jehovah: O Tyre, thou — thou hast said: I [am] the perfection of beauty.
4 De bygged dig midt i Havet, fuldendte din Skønhed.
In the heart of the seas [are] thy borders, Thy builders have perfected thy beauty.
5 De tømred af Senircypresser hver Planke i dig, fra Libanon hented de Cedre at lave din Mast,
Of firs of Senir they have built to thee all thy double-boarded ships, Of cedars of Lebanon they have taken to make a mast for thee,
6 af Basans højeste Ege skar de dig Aarer, de lagde dit Dæk af Fyr fra Kittæernes Strande;
Of oaks of Bashan they made thine oars, Thy bench they have made of ivory, A branch of Ashurim from isles of Chittim.
7 dit Sejl var ægyptisk Byssus i broget Væv, dit Tag var Purpur i blaat og rødt fra Elisjas Strande.
Of fine linen with embroidery from Egypt hath been thy sail, To be to thee for an ensign, Of blue and purple from isles of Elishah hath been thy covering.
8 Zidons og Arvads Folk var Rorkarle for dig, om Bord var de kyndigste i Zarepta, de var dine Styrmænd,
Inhabitants of Zidon and Arvad have been rowers to thee, Thy wise men, O Tyre, have been in thee, They [are] thy pilots.
9 de ældste og kyndigste i Gebal, de bøded din Læk. Alle Havets Skibe med Søfolk var hos dig for at omsætte dine Varer.
Elders of Gebal and its wise men have been in thee, Strengthening thy breach; All ships of the sea and their mariners, Have been in thee, to trade [with] thy merchandise.
10 Folk fra Persien, Lydien og Put var i din Hær som Krigsfolk, de ophængte Skjolde og Hjelme i dig; de gav dig Glans.
Persian and Lud and Phut Have been in thy forces — thy men of war. Shield and helmet they hung up in thee, They — they have given out thine honour.
11 Arvaditerne og deres Hær stod rundt paa dine Mure, Gammaditerne paa dine Taarne; de ophængte deres Skjolde rundt paa dine Mure, de fuldendte din Skønhed.
The sons of Arvad, and thy force, [Are] on thy walls round about, And short swordsmen in thy towers have been, Their shields they have hung up on thy walls round about, They — they have perfected thy beauty.
12 Tarsis var din Handelsven, fordi du havde alskens Gods i Mængde; Sølv, Jern, Tin og Bly gav de dig for dine Varer.
Tarshish [is] thy merchant, Because of the abundance of all wealth, For silver, iron, tin, and lead, They have given out thy remnants.
13 Javan, Tubal og Mesjek drev Handel med dig; Trælle og Kobberkar gav de dig i Bytte.
Javan, Tubal, and Meshech — they [are] thy merchants, For persons of men, and vessels of brass, They have given out thy merchandise.
14 Togarmas Hus gav dig Køreheste, Rideheste og Muldyr for dine Varer.
They of the house of Togarmah, [For] horses, and riding steeds, and mules, They have given out thy remnants.
15 Rodosboerne drev Handel med dig, mange fjerne Strande var dine Handelsvenner; Elfenben og Ibenholt bragte de dig som Vederlag.
Sons of Dedan [are] thy merchants, Many isles [are] the mart of thy hand, Horns of ivory and ebony they sent back thy reward.
16 Edom var din Handelsven, fordi du havde Varer i Mængde; Karfunkler, Purpur, brogede Tøjer, fint Linned, Koraller og Rubiner gav de dig for dine Varer.
Aram [is] thy merchant, Because of the abundance of thy works, For emerald, purple, and embroidery, And fine linen, and coral, and agate, They have given out thy remnants.
17 Juda og Israels Land drev Handel med dig; Hvede fra Minnit, Bagværk, Honning, Olie og Mastiksbalsam gav de dig i Bytte.
Judah and the land of Israel — they [are] thy merchants, For wheat of Minnith, and Pannag, And honey, and oil, and balm, They have given out thy merchandise.
18 Damaskus var din Handelsven fordi du havde alskens Gods i Mængde; de kom med Vin fra Helbon og Uld fra Zahar.
Damascus [is] thy merchant, For the abundance of thy works, Because of the abundance of all wealth, For wine of Helbon, and white wool.
19 Vedan og Javan gav Sager fra Uzal for dine Varer; smeddet Jern, Kassia og Kalmus fik du i Bytte.
Vedan and Javan go about with thy remnants, They have given shining iron, cassia, and cane, In thy merchandise it hath been.
20 Dedan drev Handel med dig med Sadeldækkener til Ridning.
Dedan [is] thy merchant, For clothes of freedom for riding.
21 Araberne og alle Kedars Fyrster var dine Handelsvenner; med Lam, Vædre og Bukke handlede de med dig.
Arabia, and all princes of Kedar, They [are] the traders of thy hand, For lambs, and rams, and he-goats, In these thy merchants.
22 Sabas og Ramas Handelsfolk drev Handel med dig; den allerfineste Balsam, alle Slags Ædelsten og Guld gav de dig for dine Varer.
Merchants of Sheba and Raamah — they [are] thy merchants, For the chief of all spices, And for every precious stone, and gold, They have given out thy remnants.
23 Karan, Kanne og Eden, Assyrerne og hele Medien drev Handel med dig;
Haran, and Canneh, and Eden, merchants of Sheba, Asshur — Chilmad — [are] thy merchants,
24 de handlede med dig med smukke Klæder, Purpurkapper, brogede Tøjer, farvede Tæpper, tvundet og fastsnoet Reb paa dine Markeder;
They [are] thy merchants for perfect things, For wrappings of blue, and embroidery, And for treasuries of rich apparel, With cords bound and girded, for thy merchandise,
25 Tarsisskibene tjente dig ved din Omsætning. Du fyldtes, blev saare tung midt ude i Havet.
Ships of Tarshish [are] thy double walls of thy merchandise, And thou art filled and honoured greatly, In the heart of the seas.
26 I rum Sø fik de dig ud, dine roende Mænd; da knuste en Østenstorm dig midt ude paa Havet;
Into great waters have they brought thee, Those rowing thee, The east wind hath broken thee in the heart of the seas.
27 dit Gods, dine Varer, din Vinding, dine Søfolk og Styrmænd, de, der bøded din Læk, dine Handelsfolk, alt dit Krigsfolk, som var om Bord, alt Mandskab i din Midte styrter i Havets dyb, den Dag du falder.
Thy wealth and thy remnants, Thy merchandise, thy mariners, And thy pilots, strengtheners of thy breach, And the traders of thy merchandise, And all thy men of war, who [are] in thee, And in all thine assembly that [is] in thy midst, Fall into the heart of the seas in the day of thy fall,
28 Markerne skælver ved dine Styrmænds Skrig.
At the voice of the cry of thy pilots shake do the suburbs.
29 Alle, der sidder ved Aarer, gaar da fra Borde, Søfolk og alle Styrmænd gaar da i Land;
And come down from their ships have all handling an oar, Mariners, all the pilots of the sea, on the land they stand,
30 de løfter Røsten over dig, klager bittert; paa Hovedet kaster de Jord og vælter sig i Støvet,
And have sounded for thee with their voice, And cry bitterly, and cause dust to go up on their heads, In ashes they do roll themselves.
31 klipper sig skaldet for dig, klæder sig i Sæk, begræder dig, bitre i Hu, med Sjælekvide,
And they have made for thee baldness, And they have girded on sackcloth, And they have wept for thee, In bitterness of soul — a bitter mourning.
32 istemmer jamrende Klage over dig, klager: Ak, hvor Tyrus er øde midt i Havet!
And lifted up for thee have their sons a lamentation, And they have lamented over thee, who [is] as Tyre? As the cut-off one in the midst of the sea?
33 Naar din Vinding kom ind fra Havet, mætted du mange Folkeslag; med dit meget Gods og dine Varer gjorde du Jordens Konger rige.
With the outgoing of thy remnants from the seas, Thou hast filled many peoples, With the abundance of thy riches, and thy merchandise, Thou hast made rich things of earth.
34 Nu led du Skibbrud paa Havet, paa Vandets Dyb, dine Varer og alt dit Mandskab gik under med dig.
The time of [thy] being broken by the seas in the depths of the waters, Thy merchandise and all thy assembly in thy midst have fallen.
35 Over dig gyser alle, som bor paa de fjerne Strande, deres Konger er slagne af Angst, deres Ansigt blegner.
All inhabitants of the isles have been astonished at thee, And their kings have been sore afraid, They have been troubled in countenance.
36 Deres Kræmmere haanfløjter ad dig, til Rædsel blev du, er borte for evigt.
Merchants among the peoples have shrieked for thee, Wastes thou hast been, and thou art not — to the age!'
