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 firm during my watch, and fix my position over the fortification. And I will observe carefully, to see what might be said to me and what I might respond to my opponent.
2 Og HERREN gav mig til Svar de Ord: »Skriv Synet op og rist det ind i Tavler, at det kan læses let;
And the Lord responded to me and said: Write the vision and explain it on tablets, so that he who reads it may run through 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 as yet the vision is far off, and it will appear in the end, and it will not lie. If it expresses any delay, wait for it. For it is arriving and it will arrive, and it will not be hindered.
4 Se, opblæst, uredelig er Sjælen i ham, men den retfærdige skal leve ved sin Tro.
Behold, he who is unbelieving, his soul will not be right within himself; but he who is just shall live in 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)
And in the manner that wine deceives the heavy drinker, so will the arrogant man be deceived, and he will not be honored. He has enlarged his life like hellfire, and himself like death, and he is never fulfilled. And he will gather to himself all nations, and he will amass for himself 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 parable against him, and an enigmatic utterance about him? And it will be said, “Woe to him who increases what is not his own.” How long, then, will he lay down dense clay against himself?
7 Thi brat staar dine Skyldherrer op; de, som vil rykke dig, vaagner; da bliver du dem til Bytte.
Shall they not suddenly rise up, who would bite you, and be stirred up, who would tear you, so that you will be a prey for 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 you have despoiled many peoples, all those who are left of the people shall despoil you, because of the blood of men, and the iniquity of the earth, of the city and 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 gathers together an evil greed for his house, so that his nest may be exalted, and thinking that he might free himself from the hand of evil.
10 Dit Hus faar Skam af dit Raad. Du nedtraadte mange Folkeslag, men satte din Sjæl i Vove.
You have devised confusion for your house, you have cut to pieces many peoples, and your soul has sinned.
11 Thi Stenen raaber fra Væggen, fra Træværket svarer Bjælken.
For the stone will cry out from the wall, and the wood that is between the joints of the building will respond.
12 Ve ham, som bygger By med Blod og rejser en Stad med Uret,
Woe to him who builds a town with blood and prepares a city by iniquity.
13 (er dette ikke fra Hærskarers HERRE?) saa Folkeslag slider for Ilden, og Folkefærds Møje er spildt.
Are not these things before the Lord of hosts? For the people will labor amid a great fire, and the nations will labor in emptiness, and they will fail.
14 Thi Jorden skal fyldes af Kundskab om HERRENS Herlighed, som Vandene dækker Havets Bund.
For the earth shall be filled, that they might know the glory of the Lord, like the waters spreading over the sea.
15 Ve ham, som lader Venner drikke en Rus af Fade og Skaale for at faa deres Blusel at se.
Woe to anyone who gives a drink to a friend, releasing a drug and inebriating, so as to look upon 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.
You are filled with disgrace in place of glory. So then, drink and fall fast asleep, for the cup of the right hand of the Lord will surround you, and a disgraceful vomit will cover your 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 iniquity of Lebanon will cover you, and the devastation of animals which will deter them from the blood of men, and the iniquity of the earth and the city, and of 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?
Of what benefit is the graven image? For its maker has formed it, a molten and imaginary deception. For its maker has hoped in a figment of his own creation, so as to make a dumb likeness.
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 wood, “Awaken,” to the silent stone, “Arise.” Is it able to teach? Behold, it has been entirely covered with gold and silver; and there is no spirit at all in its inner workings.
20 Men HERREN er i sin Helligdom; stille for ham, al Jorden!
But the Lord is in his holy temple. May all the earth be silent before his face.
