Habakkuk 2
1 Op paa min Varde vil jeg stige, staa hen paa mit Vagtsted og spejde, og se, hvad han taler i mig, hvad Svar han har paa min Klage.
I will stand upon my watch, and set myself upon the tower, and will look forth to see what he will speak with me, and what I shall answer concerning my complaint.
2 Og HERREN gav mig til Svar de Ord: »Skriv Synet op og rist det ind i Tavler, at det kan læses let;
And Jehovah answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tablets, that he may run who reads it.
3 thi Synet staar ved Magt, træffer ind til Tide, usvigeligt iler det mod Maalet; tøver det, bi saa paa det, thi det kommer; det udebliver ikke.«
For the vision is yet for the appointed time, and it hastens toward the end, and shall not lie. Though it tarry, wait for it, because it will surely come. It will not delay.
4 Se, opblæst, uredelig er Sjælen i ham, men den retfærdige skal leve ved sin Tro.
Behold, his soul is puffed up; it is not upright in him. (But the righteous man shall live by his faith.
5 Han er derhos den frækkeste Røver, en hoven, frastødende Mand, der som Dødsriget opspiler Gabet, som Døden uden at mættes, skraber alle Folkene til sig, sanker alle Folkeslag til sig. (Sheol h7585)
Yea, moreover, wine is treacherous.) He is a haughty man, who does not keep at home, who enlarges his desire as Sheol, and he is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathers to him all nations, and heaps to him all peoples. (Sheol h7585)
6 Visselig skal de alle istemme en Haansang, en Smædevise fuld af Hentydninger til ham og sige: Ve ham, der dynger andres Gods op — hvor længe? — og læsser Pantegods paa sig!
Shall not all these take up a derision against him, and a taunting proverb against him, and say, Woe to him who increases that which is not his (how long?) and who loads himself with pledges!
7 Thi brat staar dine Skyldherrer op; de, som vil rykke dig, vaagner; da bliver du dem til Bytte.
Shall they not rise up suddenly that shall bite thee, and awake that shall vex thee. And thou shall be for booty to them?
8 Fordi du har plyndret mange Folk, skal du plyndres af al Folkeslagenes Rest for Menneskeblods Skyld, for Vold mod Landet, mod Byen og alle, som bor der.
Because thou have plundered many nations, all the remnant of the peoples shall plunder thee, because of men's blood, and for the violence done to the land, to the city and to all who dwell therein.
9 Ve ham, som søger ublu Vinding til sit Hus for at bygge sin Rede højt og redde sig fra Ulykkens Haand.
Woe to him who gets an evil gain for his house, that he may set his nest on high, that he may be delivered from the hand of evil!
10 Dit Hus faar Skam af dit Raad. Du nedtraadte mange Folkeslag, men satte din Sjæl i Vove.
Thou have devised shame to thy house, by cutting off many peoples, and have sinned against thy soul.
11 Thi Stenen raaber fra Væggen, fra Træværket svarer Bjælken.
For the stone shall cry out of the wall, and the beam out of the timber shall answer it.
12 Ve ham, som bygger By med Blod og rejser en Stad med Uret,
Woe to him who builds a town with blood, and establishes a city by iniquity!
13 (er dette ikke fra Hærskarers HERRE?) saa Folkeslag slider for Ilden, og Folkefærds Møje er spildt.
Behold, is it not of Jehovah of hosts that the peoples labor for the fire, and the nations weary themselves for vanity?
14 Thi Jorden skal fyldes af Kundskab om HERRENS Herlighed, som Vandene dækker Havets Bund.
For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the glory of Jehovah, as the waters cover the sea.
15 Ve ham, som lader Venner drikke en Rus af Fade og Skaale for at faa deres Blusel at se.
Woe to him who gives his neighbor drink, who adds thy venom, and also makes him drunken, that thou may look on their nakedness!
16 Du mætted dig med Skam for Ære. Drik selv, vis din Forhud frem! Nu kommer Bægeret fra HERRENS højre til dig og Skændsel til din Ære.
Thou are filled with shame, and not glory. Drink thou also, and be as one uncircumcised. The cup of Jehovah's right hand shall come around to thee, and foul shame shall be upon thy glory.
17 Thi du tynges af Vold mod Libanon, knuses for Misbrug af Dyr, for Menneskeblods Skyld, for Vold mod Landet, mod Byen og alle, som bor der.
For the violence done to Lebanon shall cover thee and the plunder of the beasts (which made them afraid), because of men's blood, and for the violence done to the land, to the city and to all who dwell therein.
18 Hvad gavner det skaarne Billed, at en Billedskærer skærer det ud, det støbte Billed, hvis Spaadom er falsk, at en Billedskærer stoler derpaa, saa han laver stumme Guder?
What profits the graven image, that the maker of it has engraved it, the molten image, even the teacher of lies, that he who fashions its form trusts in it, to make dumb idols?
19 Ve den, som siger til Træ: »Vaagn op!« til Sten uden Mæle: »Staa op!« Den skulde kunne spaa! Se, den er klædt i Guld og Sølv, men af Aand har den intet i sig.
Woe to him who says to the wood, Awake, to the dumb stone, Arise! Shall this teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in the midst of it.
20 Men HERREN er i sin Helligdom; stille for ham, al Jorden!
But Jehovah is in his holy temple. Let all the earth keep silence before him.
