Esajas 1
1 Det Syn, Esajas, Amoz's Søn, skuede om Juda og Jerusalem, i de Dage da Uzzija, Jotam, Akaz og Ezekias var Konger i Juda.
The Visions of Isaiah son of Amoz, that he hath seen concerning Judah and Jerusalem, in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
2 Hør, I Himle, lyt, du Jord, thi HERREN taler: Børn har jeg opfødt og fostret, men de forbrød sig imod mig.
Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth, For Jehovah hath spoken: Sons I have nourished and brought up, And they — they transgressed against Me.
3 En Okse kender sin Ejer, et Æsel sin Herres Krybbe; men Israel kender intet, mit Folk kan intet fatte.
An ox hath known its owner, And an ass the crib of its master, Israel hath not known, My people hath not understood.
4 Ve det syndefulde Folk, en brødetynget Slægt, Ugerningsmænds Æt, vanartede Børn! De svigtede HERREN, lod haant om Israels Hellige, vendte ham Ryg.
Ah, sinning nation, a people heavy [with] iniquity, A seed of evil doers, sons — corrupters! They have forsaken Jehovah, They have despised the Holy One of Israel, They have gone away backward.
5 Kan I taale flere Hug, siden I stadig falder fra? Kun Saar er Hovedet, sygt hele Hjertet;
Wherefore are ye stricken any more? Ye do add apostasy! Every head is become diseased, and every heart [is] sick.
6 fra Fodsaal til Isse er intet helt, kun Flænger, Strimer og friske Saar; de er ej trykket ud, ej heller forbundet og ikke lindret med Olie.
From the sole of the foot — unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.
7 Eders Land er øde, eders Byer brændt, fremmede æder eders Jord for eders Øjne — saa øde som ved Sodomas Undergang.
Your land [is] a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!
8 Zions Datter er levnet som en Hytte i en Vingaard, et Vagtskur i en Græskarmark, en omringet By.
And left hath been the daughter of Zion, As a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a place of cucumbers — as a city besieged.
9 Havde ikke Hærskarers HERRE levnet os en Rest, da var vi som Sodoma, ligned Gomorra.
Unless Jehovah of Hosts had left to us a remnant, Shortly — as Sodom we had been, To Gomorrah we had been like!
10 Laan Øre til HERRENS Ord, I Sodomadommere, lyt til vor Guds Aabenbaring, du Gomorrafolk!
Hear the word of Jehovah, ye rulers of Sodom, Give ear to the law of our God, ye people of Gomorrah,
11 Hvad skal jeg med alle eders Slagtofre? siger HERREN; jeg er mæt af Væderbrændofre, af Fedekalves Fedt, har ej Lyst til Blod af Okser og Lam og Bukke.
'Why to Me the abundance of your sacrifices? saith Jehovah, I have been satiated [with] burnt-offerings of rams, And fat of fatlings; And blood of bullocks, and lambs, And he-goats I have not desired.
12 Naar I kommer at stedes for mit Aasyn, hvo kræver da af jer, at min Forgaard trampes ned?
When ye come in to appear before Me, Who hath required this of your hand, To trample My courts?
13 Bring ej flere tomme Afgrødeofre, vederstyggelig Offerrøg er de mig! Nymaanefest, Sabbat og festligt Stævne — jeg afskyr Uret og festlig Samling.
Add not to bring in a vain present, Incense — an abomination it [is] to Me, New moon, and sabbath, calling of convocation! Rendure not iniquity — and a restraint!
14 Eders Nymaanefester og Højtider hader min Sjæl, de er mig en Byrde, jeg er træt af at bære.
Your new moons and your set seasons hath My soul hated, They have been upon me for a burden, I have been weary of bearing.
15 Breder I Hænderne ud, skjuler jeg Øjnene for jer. Hvor meget I saa end beder, jeg hører det ikke. Eders Hænder er fulde af Blod;
And in your spreading forth your hands, I hide mine eyes from you, Also when ye increase prayer, I do not hear, Your hands of blood have been full.
16 tvæt jer, rens jer, bort med de onde Gerninger fra mine Øjne! Hør op med det onde,
Wash ye, make ye pure, Turn aside the evil of your doings, from before Mine eyes, Cease to do evil, learn to do good.
17 lær det gode, læg Vind paa, hvad Ret er; hjælp fortrykte, skaf faderløse Ret, før Enkens Sag!
Seek judgment, make happy the oppressed, Judge the fatherless, strive [for] the widow.
18 Kom, lad os gaa i Rette med hinanden, siger HERREN. Er eders Synder som Skarlagen, de skal blive hvide som Sne; er de end røde som Purpur, de skal dog blive som Uld.
Come, I pray you, and we reason, saith Jehovah, If your sins are as scarlet, as snow they shall be white, If they are red as crimson, as wool they shall be!
19 Lyder I villigt, skal I æde Landets Goder;
If ye are willing, and have hearkened, The good of the land ye consume,
20 staar I genstridigt imod, skal I ædes af Sværd. Thi HERRENS Mund har talet.
And if ye refuse, and have rebelled, [By] the sword ye are consumed, For the mouth of Jehovah hath spoken.
21 At den skulde ende som Skøge, den trofaste By, Zion, saa fuld af Ret, Retfærdigheds Hjem — men nu er der Mordere.
How hath a faithful city become a harlot? I have filled it [with] judgment, Righteousness lodgeth in it — now murderers.
22 Dit Sølv er blevet til Slagger, din Vin er spædet med Vand.
Thy silver hath become dross, Thy drink polluted with water.
23 Tøjlesløse er dine Førere, Venner med Tyve; Gaver elsker de alle, jager efter Stikpenge, skaffer ej faderløse Ret og tager sig ikke af Enkens Sag.
Thy princes [are] apostates, and companions of thieves, Every one loving a bribe, and pursuing rewards, The fatherless they judge not, And the plea of the widow cometh not to them.
24 Derfor lyder det fra Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Vældige: »Min Gengælds Ve over Avindsmænd, min Hævn over Fjender!
Therefore — the affirmation of the Lord — Jehovah of Hosts, the Mighty One of Israel: Ah, I am eased of Mine adversaries, And I am avenged of Mine enemies,
25 Jeg vender min Haand imod dig, renser ud dine Slagger i Ovnen og udskiller alt dit Bly.
And I turn back My hand upon thee, And I refine as purity thy dross, And I turn aside all thy tin,
26 Jeg giver dig Dommere som fordum, Raadsherrer som før; saa kaldes du Retfærdigheds By, den trofaste Stad.«
And I give back thy judges as at the first, And thy counsellors as in the beginning, After this thou art called, 'A city of righteousness — a faithful city.'
27 Zion genløses ved Ret, de omvendte der ved Retfærd.
Zion in judgment is redeemed, And her captivity in righteousness.
28 Men Overtrædere og Syndere knuses til Hobe; hvo HERREN svigter, forgaar.
And the destruction of transgressors and sinners [is] together, And those forsaking Jehovah are consumed.
29 Thi Skam vil I faa af de Ege, I elsker, Skuffelse af Lundene, I sætter saa højt;
For [men] are ashamed because of the oaks That ye have desired, And ye are confounded because of the gardens That ye have chosen.
30 thi I bliver som en Eg med visnende Løv, som en Lund, hvor der ikke er Vand.
For ye are as an oak whose leaf is fading, And as a garden that hath no water.
31 Den stærke bliver til Blaar, hans Værk til en Gnist; begge brænder med hinanden, og ingen slukker.
And the strong hath been for tow, And his work for a spark, And burned have both of them together, And there is none quenching!
