Esajas 10

1 Ve dem, der giver Ulykkeslove og ivrigt fører Uret til Bogs

Alas! for them who ordain iniquitous decrees, —And, busy writers, who make a business of writing mischief:

2 for at trænge de ringe fra Retten og røve de armes Ret i mit Folk, at Enker kan blive deres Bytte og faderløse kan plyndres.

Turning aside from judgment, the poor, And robbing, of justice, the oppressed of my people, —So that, widows, become, their spoil, And of the fatherless, they make prey.

3 Hvad gør I paa Straffens Dag, naar Undergang kommer fra det fjerne? Til hvem vil I ty om Hjælp, hvor gemmer I da eders Rigdom?

What, then, will ye do for the day of visitation, And for the devastation, which from afar, shall come? Unto whom, will ye flee for help? And where will ye leave your gory?

4 Enten maa I knæle blandt Fanger, eller ogsaa falde paa Valen! Men trods alt har hans Vrede ej lagt sig, hans Haand er fremdeles rakt ud.

Without me, one hath bowed under a prisoner Yea under the slain, do they fall! For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched.

5 Ve Assur, min Harmes Kæp, min Vrede er Stokken i hans Haand.

Alas! for Assyria, the rod of mine anger, —Yea, the very staff in their hand, is, my displeasure:

6 Jeg sender ham mod et vanhelligt Folk, opbyder ham mod min Vredes Folk til at gøre Bytte og røve og trampe det ned som Skarn paa Gaden.

Against an irreligious nation, will I send him, Yea against the people with whom I am wroth, will I command him, —To capture spoil And lay hold on prey, And cause them to be trodden down as the mire of the lanes.

7 Men han, han mener det ej saa, hans Hjerte tænker ej saa. Nej, at ødelægge, det er hans Attraa, at udrydde Folk, ikke faa.

But as for him, not so, doth he deem, And in his heart, not so, doth he think, —For, to destroy, is in his heart, And to cut off nations, not a few;

8 Thi han siger: »Er ej mine Høvedsmænd Konger til Hobe?

For he saith: —Are not, my generals, all alike, kings?

9 Gik det ej Kalno som Karkemisj, mon ikke Hamat som Arpad, Samaria som Damaskus?

Is not, Calno, like Carchemish? Is not, Hamath, like Arpad? Is not, Samaria, like Damascus?

10 Som min Haand fandt hen til Afgudernes Riger, der dog havde flere Gudebilleder end Jerusalem og Samaria —

As my hand hath reached unto the kingdoms of idols, —whose images did excel them of Jerusalem and Samaria,

11 mon jeg da ikke skal handle med Jerusalem og dets Gudebilleder, som jeg handlede med Samaria og dets Afguder?«

Shall I not as I have done to Samaria and her idols, so, do to Jerusalem and her images?

12 Men naar Herren fuldbyrder alt sit Værk paa Zions Bjerg og i Jerusalem, vil jeg hjemsøge Assyrerkongens Hjertes Hovmodsfrugt og hans Øjnes trodsige Pral,

Wherefore it shall come to pass—When My Lord shall finish his whole work upon Mount Zion and upon Jerusalem, I will bring punishment—Upon the fruit of the greatness of heart of the king of Assyria. And upon the vainglory of his uplifted eyes,

13 fordi han siger: »Med min stærke Haand greb jeg ind, med min Visdom, thi jeg er klog. Jeg flyttede Folkeslags Grænser og rev deres Skatte til mig, stødte Folk fra Tronen i Almagt;

For he hath said—By the strength of mine own hand, have I effectually wrought, And by my wisdom—for I have discernment, —That I might remove the bounds of peoples, Yea their treasures, have I plundered That I might lay prostrate as a mighty one the inhabitants;

14 min Haand fandt til Folkenes Rigdom som hen til en Fuglerede; som man sanker forladte Æg, har jeg sanket den vide Jord, og ingen rørte en Vinge, aabnede Næbbet og peb.«

And my hand hath found as a nest the wealth of the peoples, And as the gathering of eggs that are forsaken, all the earth, have, I, gathered, —And there was none to flap a wing, or open a mouth or chirp.

15 Mon Øksen bryster sig mod den, som hugger, gør Saven sig til mod den, som saver? Som om Kæppen kan svinge den, der løfter den, Stokken løfte, hvad ikke er Træ!

Shall the axe boast itself against him that heweth therewith? Or, the saw, magnify itself, against him that wieldeth it? As if a rod, could wield, them who lift it up! As if a staff, could raise, what is, not wood!

16 Derfor sender Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, Svindsot i hans Fedme, og under hans Herlighed luer en Lue som luende Ild;

Therefore, shall the Lord, Yahweh of hosts, Send, among his fat ones, leanness, And under his glory, shall he kindle a kindling, like the kindling of fire;

17 Israels Lys bliver til Ild og dets Hellige til en Flamme, og den brænder og fortærer hans Tidsel og Torn paa een Dag;

So shall, the Light of Israel, become, a fire, And his Holy One, a flame, Which shall burn and consume his thorns and his briars, in one day;

18 hans Skovs og Frugthaves Herlighed skal den rydde Rub og Stub, og han bliver som en syg, der hentæres.

And the glory of his forest and of his garden land, both soul and body, shall it bring to an end, —And it shall be like the wasting away of a consumptive.

19 De Træer, som levnes i hans Skov, bliver det let at tælle; et Barn kan skrive dem op.

And, the remnant of his forest-trees, few in number, shall become, —yea, a child, might describe them!

20 Paa hin Dag skal Israels Rest og det, som undslipper af Jakobs Hus, ikke mere støtte sig til den, der slaar det, men til HERREN, Israels Hellige, i Sandhed.

And it shall come to pass in that day, That the remnant of Israel. And the escaped of the house of Jacob Shall, no more again, lean upon him that smote them, —But shall lean upon Yahweh the Holy One of Israel, in truth.

21 En Rest skal omvende sig, Jakobs Rest, til den vældige Gud.

A remnant, shall return, The remnant of Jacob, —unto the mighty GOD;

22 Thi var end dit Folk som Sandet ved Havet, Israel, kun en Rest deraf skal omvende sig. Ødelæggelse er fastslaaet, og med Retfærdighed vælter den frem;

For though thy people, O Israel shall be as the sand of the sea, A [mere] remnant, shall return of them, —A full end decreed, bringeth in, justice, like a flood;

23 thi Ødelæggelse og fastslaaet Raad fuldbyrder Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, over al Jorden.

For, a full end and that a decreed one, is My Lord Yahweh of hosts executing in the midst of all the earth.

24 Derfor, saa siger Herren, Hærskarers HERRE: Frygt ikke, mit Folk, som bor i Zion, for Assyrien, naar det slaar dig med Kæppen og løfter sin Stok imod dig som fordum Ægypten!

Therefore, thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh of hosts, Do not fear O my people dwelling in Zion, because of Assyria, —When with his rod, he would smite thee, And when his staff, he would lift up against thee in the manner of Egypt;

25 Thi end om en føje Stund er Vreden ovre, og min Harme vender sig til deres Fordærv.

For, yet a very little while, and displeasure shall end, Yea, mine anger, over their destruction.

26 Saa svinger Hærskarers HERRE Svøben imod det, som da Midjan blev slaaet ved Orebs Klippe; hans Stok er udrakt imod Havet, og han løfter den som fordum mod Ægypten.

And Yahweh of hosts, will brandish over him, a scourge—Like the smiting of Midian at the rock Oreb, —And his staff being over the sea, He will lift it up in the manner of Egypt;

27 Paa hin Dag tager han Byrden af din Skulder og Aaget af din Nakke, ja, Aaget brister for Fedme.

And it shall come to pass, in that day, That his burden shall remove from off thy shoulder, And his yoke from off thy neck, —Yea, the yoke shall be broken because of fatness.

28 Han rykker mod Ajjat, drager uden om Migron, i Mikmas lader han Trosset blive;

He hath come in unto Ayyath, Hath passed through Migron, —At Michmash, storeth his baggage:

29 de gaar over Passet: »I Geba holder vi Natterast!« Rama ryster, Sauls Gibea flyr.

They have passed over the pass, Geba is his halting-place, —Terror-stricken is Ramah, Gibeah of Saul, hath fled!

30 Skrig højt, Gallims Datter! Lyt til, Lajsja! Stem i, Anatot!

Make shrill thy voice, O daughter of Gallim! Hearken, O Laishah, Answer, O Anathoth!

31 Madmena flyr, Gebims Folk bjærger deres Gods.

Madmenah, hath fled, —The inhabitants of Gebim, have gone into safety:

32 Endnu i Dag staar han i Nob; han svinger Haanden mod Zions Datters Bjerg, Jerusalems Høj —

While yet to-day, in Nob, he tarrieth, He brandisheth his hand toward The mount of the daughter of Zion, The hill of Jerusalem.

33 Se, Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, afhugger hans Grene med Gru; de knejsende Stammer fældes, de stolte Træer maa segne.

Behold! the Lord, Yahweh of hosts, is about to lop off a tree-crown, with a crash, —Then shall, they who are lifted on high, be hewn down, And, the lofty, be laid low;

34 Med Jernet gør han lyst i Skovens Tykning, og Libanon falder for den Herlige.

Then will he fell the thickets of the forest with iron, —And, Lebanon by a majestic one shall fall.