Ezekiel 7

1 Og HERRENS Ord kom til mig saaledes:

Moreover, the word of Jehovah came to me, saying:

2 Du, Menneskesøn, sig: Saa siger den Herre HERREN til Israels Land: Enden kommer, Enden kommer over Landet vidt og bredt!

Thou son of man, thus saith the Lord Jehovah concerning the land of Israel: —

3 Nu kommer Enden over dig, og jeg sender min Vrede imod dig og dømmer dig efter dine Veje og gengælder dig alle dine Vederstyggeligheder.

The end cometh, the end cometh, Upon the four corners of the land! Now cometh the end upon thee! For I will send my anger upon thee, And will judge thee according to thy ways, And will recompense upon thee all thine abominations.

4 Jeg viser dig ingen Medynk eller Skaansel, men gengælder dig dine Veje, og dine Vederstyggeligheder skal blive i din Midte; og du skal kende, at jeg er HERREN.

And mine eye shall not spare thee, neither will I have pity; But I will recompense thy ways upon thee, And thine abominations shall be in the midst of thee; And ye shall know that I am Jehovah.

5 Saa siger den Herre HERREN: Ulykke følger paa Ulykke; se, det kommer!

Thus saith the Lord Jehovah: An evil, an unheard-of evil, behold, it cometh!

6 Enden kommer, Enden kommer; den er vaagnet og tager Sigte paa dig; se, det kommer!

The end cometh, the end cometh! It awaketh against thee, behold, it cometh!

7 Turen kommer til dig, som bor i Landet; Tiden er inde, Dagen er nær, en Dag med Rædsel og ikke med Frydeskrig paa Bjergene.

Thy fate cometh upon thee, thou that dwellest in the land! The time is come, The day of tumult is near, When no sound of joy shall be upon the mountains.

8 Nu udøser jeg snart min Harme over dig og udtømmer min Vrede paa dig, dømmer dig efter dine Veje og gengælder dig alle dine Vederstyggeligheder.

Now will I shortly pour out my fury upon thee, And accomplish mine anger against thee; And I will judge thee according to thy ways, And recompense upon thee all thine abominations.

9 Jeg viser dig ingen Medynk eller Skaansel, men gengælder dig dine Veje, og dine Vederstyggeligheder skal blive i din Midte; og I skal kende, at jeg, HERREN, er den, som slaar.

And mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity; I will recompense thee according to thy ways, And thine abominations shall come upon thee; And ye shall know that I, Jehovah, smite you.

10 Se, Dagen! Se, det kommer; Turen kommer til dig! Riset blomstrer, Overmodet grønnes.

Behold, the day, behold, it cometh! The destiny draweth near; The rod hath blossomed, pride hath flourished.

11 Vold rejser sig til et Ris over Gudløshed; der bliver intet tilbage af dem, intet af deres larmende Hob, intet af deres Gods, og der er ingen Herlighed iblandt dem.

Violence is risen up into a rod of wickedness; None of them shall remain, none of their multitude, none of their crowd; Nor shall there be wailing for them.

12 Tiden er inde, Dagen er nær; Køberen skal ikke glæde sig og Sælgeren ikke sørge, thi Vrede kommer over al den larmende Hob derinde.

The time cometh, the day draweth near! Let not the buyer rejoice, Nor the seller mourn; For wrath is against their whole multitude.

13 Thi Sælgeren skal ikke vende tilbage til det solgte, om han end bliver i Live; thi Synet om al den larmende Hob derinde tages ikke tilbage, og ingen skal styrke sit Liv ved sin Misgerning.

For the seller shall not return to that which is sold, Though he be yet alive; For the vision against their whole multitude shall not return void, And none that liveth in his iniquity shall strengthen himself

14 Man støder i Hornet og gør alt rede, men ingen drager i krig; thi min Vrede kommer over al den larmende Hob derinde.

“Blow ye the trumpet, and let all be ready!” Yet none goeth to the battle; For mine anger is against their whole multitude.

15 Sværd ude og Pest og Hunger inde! De, der er i Marken, omkommer for Sværd, og dem, der er i Byen, fortærer Hunger og Pest.

The sword is without, and pestilence and famine within; He that is in the field shall die by the sword; And he that is in the city, famine and pestilence shall devour him.

16 Og selv om nogle af dem undslipper og naar op i Bjergene som Kløfternes Duer, skal de alle dø, hver for sin Misgerning.

And those of them that escape shall be upon the mountains like doves of the valleys, All of them mourning, every one for his iniquity.

17 Alle Hænder er slappe, alle Knæ flyder som Vand.

All hands shall be feeble, And all knees shall flow with water.

18 De klæder sig i Sæk, og Rædsel omhyller dem; alle Ansigter er skamfulde, alle Hoveder skaldede.

They shall also gird themselves with sackcloth, And horror shall cover them. And upon all their faces shall be shame, And upon all their heads baldness.

19 Deres Sølv kaster de ud paa Gaden, deres Guld regnes for Snavs; deres Sølv og Guld kan ikke redde dem paa HERRENS Vredes Dag; de kan ikke stille deres Hunger eller fylde deres Bug dermed, thi det var dem Aarsag til Skyld.

Their silver shall they cast into the streets, And their gold shall be as an unclean thing. Their silver and their gold shall not be able to deliver them In the day of the wrath of Jehovah; Their hunger shall not be satisfied, Nor their body filled with it; For it was the stumbling-block of their iniquity.

20 I dets straalende Pragt satte de deres Stolthed, og deres vederstyggelige Billeder, deres væmmelige Guder, lavede de deraf: derfor gør jeg det til Snavs for dem.

For the beauty of their ornaments they turned into pride, And the images of their abominations and of their detestable things they made with it; Therefore will I make it to them as an unclean thing.

21 Jeg giver det som Bytte i de fremmedes Haand og som Rov til de mest gudløse paa Jorden, og de skal vanhellige det.

And I will give it into the hands of strangers for a prey, And to the wicked of the earth for a spoil, And they shall pollute it.

22 Jeg vender mit Aasyn fra dem og man skal vanhellige mit Klenodie, Ransmænd skal trænge ind og vanhellige det.

And I will turn my face from them, So that my secret place shall be polluted; Robbers shall enter into it, and pollute it.

23 Gør Lænkerne rede! Thi Landet er fuldt af Blodskyld og Byen af Vold.

Make a chain! For the land is full of blood-guiltiness, And the city is full of violence.

24 Jeg henter de værste af Folkene, og de skal tage Husene i Eje; jeg gør Ende paa de mægtiges Stolthed, og deres Helligdomme skal vanhelliges.

Therefore will I bring the most cruel among the nations, And they shall possess your houses; I will also make the pride of the strong to cease, And their holy places shall be defiled.

25 Der opstaar Angst; man søger Redning, men finder den ikke.

Destruction cometh; And they shall seek peace, and not find it.

26 Uheld følger paa Uheld, Rygte paa Rygte; man skal tigge Profeten om et Syn, Præsten kommer til kort med Vejledning og de Ældste med Raad.

Calamity shall come upon calamity, And rumor shall be upon rumor; And they shall seek a vision from the prophet in vain; Instruction shall perish from the priests, And counsel from the elders.

27 Kongen sørger, Fyrsten hyller sig i Rædsel, og Landboernes Hænder lammes af Forfærdelse. Jeg gør med dem efter deres Færd og dømmer dem, som de fortjener; og de skal kende, at jeg er HERREN.

The king shall mourn, And the prince shall be clothed with amazement; And the hands of the people of the land shall be troubled. I will do to them according to their way, and according to their deserts will I judge them, And they shall know that I am Jehovah.