Esajas 13
1 Et Udsagn om Babel, som Esajas, Amoz's Søn skuede:
The burden of Babylon that Isaiah son of Amoz hath seen:
2 Rejs Banner paa et nøgent Bjerg, raab ogsaa til dem, vink, saa de drager igennem Fyrsternes Porte!
'On a high mountain lift ye up an ensign, Raise the voice to them, wave the hand, And they go in to the openings of nobles.
3 Jeg har opbudt min viede Hær til at tjene min Vrede og kaldt mine Helte hid, de jublende, stolte.
I have given charge to My sanctified ones, Also I have called My mighty ones for Mine anger, Those rejoicing at Mine excellency.'
4 Hør i Bjergene Larm som af talrigt Krigsfolk, hør, hvor det buldrer af Riger, af samlede Folk! Hærskarers HERRE er ved at mønstre sin Krigshær.
A voice of a multitude in the mountains, A likeness of a numerous people, A voice of noise from the kingdoms of nations who are gathered, Jehovah of Hosts inspecting a host of battle!
5 De kommer fra fjerne Egne, fra Himlens Grænse, HERREN og hans Vredes Værktøj for at hærge al Jorden.
They are coming in from a land afar off, From the end of the heavens, Jehovah and the instruments of His indignation, To destroy all the land.
6 Jamrer, thi HERRENS Dag er nær, den kommer som Vold fra den Vældige.
Howl ye, for near [is] the day of Jehovah, As destruction from the Mighty it cometh.
7 Derfor slappes hver Haand, hvert Menneskehjerte smelter,
Therefore, all hands do fail, And every heart of man doth melt.
8 de ræddes, gribes af Veer og Smerter, vaander sig som fødende Kvinde; de stirrer i Angst paa hverandre med blussende røde Kinder.
And they have been troubled, Pains and pangs they take, As a travailing woman they are pained, A man at his friend they marvel, The appearance of flames — their faces!
9 Se, HERRENS Dag kommer, grum, med Harme og brændende Vrede; Jorden gør den til Ørk og rydder dens Synder bort.
Lo, the day of Jehovah doth come, Fierce, with wrath, and heat of anger, To make the land become a desolation, Yea, its sinning ones He destroyeth from it.
10 Thi Himlens Stjerner og Billeder udstraaler ej deres Lys, mørk rinder Solen op, og Maanen skinner ikke.
For the stars of the heavens, and their constellations, Cause not their light to shine, Darkened hath been the sun in its going out, And the moon causeth not its light to come forth.
11 Jeg hjemsøger Jorden for dens Ondskab, de gudløse for deres Brøde, gør Ende paa frækkes Overmod, bøjer Voldsmænds Hovmod.
And I have appointed on the world evil, And on the wicked their iniquity, And have caused to cease the excellency of the proud, And the excellency of the terrible I make low.
12 En Mand gør jeg sjældnere end Guld og et Menneske end Ofirs Guld.
I make man more rare than fine gold, And a common man than pure gold of Ophir.
13 Derfor bæver Himlen, og Jorden flytter sig skælvende ved Hærskarers HERRES Harme paa hans brændende Vredes Dag.
Therefore the heavens I cause to tremble, And the earth doth shake from its place, In the wrath of Jehovah of Hosts, And in a day of the heat of his anger.
14 Og som en skræmt Gazel, som Faar, der ej holdes i Flok, skal hver søge hjem til sit Folk, og hver skal fly til sit Land.
And it hath been, as a roe driven away, And as a flock that hath no gatherer, Each unto his people — they turn, And each unto his land — they flee.
15 Enhver, der indhentes, spiddes, enhver, der gribes, falder for Sværdet;
Every one who is found is thrust through, And every one who is added falleth by sword.
16 deres spæde knuses for deres Øjne, Husene plyndres, Kvinderne skændes.
And their sucklings are dashed to pieces before their eyes, Spoiled are their houses, and their wives lain with.
17 Se, imod dem rejser jeg Mederne, som agter Sølv for intet og ej regner Guld for noget.
Lo, I am stirring up against them the Medes, Who silver esteem not, And gold — they delight not in it.
18 Deres Buer fælder de unge, Livsfrugt skaaner de ej, med Børn har deres Øjne ej Medynk.
And bows dash young men to pieces, And the fruit of the womb they pity not, On sons their eye hath no pity.
19 Det gaar med Babel, Rigernes Krone, Kaldæernes stolte Pryd, som dengang Gud omstyrtede Sodoma og Gomorra.
And Babylon, the beauty of kingdoms, The glory, the excellency of the Chaldeans, Hath been as overthrown by God, With Sodom and with Gomorrah.
20 Det skal aldrig i Evighed bebos, ej bebygges fra Slægt til Slægt; der telter Araberen ikke, der lejrer Hyrder sig ej;
She doth not sit for ever, Nor continueth unto many generations, Nor doth Arab pitch tent there, And shepherds lie not down there.
21 men Vildkatte lejrer sig der, og Husene fyldes med Ugler; der holder Strudsene til, og Bukketroldene springer;
And Ziim have lain down there, And full have been their houses of howlings, And dwelt there have daughters of an ostrich, And goats do skip there.
22 Sjakaler tuder i Borgene, Hyæner i de yppige Slotte. Dets Time stunder nu til, dets Dage bliver ej mange.
And Aiim have responded in his forsaken habitations, And dragons in palaces of delight, And near to come [is] her time, And her days are not drawn out!
