Esajas 14
1 Thi HERREN forbarmer sig over Jakob og udvælger atter Israel. Han lader dem fæste Bo i deres eget Land, og fremmede skal slutte sig til dem og føjes til Jakobs Hus.
For Yahweh will have compassion on Jacob, And will yet choose Israel, And will give them rest upon their own soil, —And the sojourner, shall join himself, unto them, And they shall attach themselves unto the house of Jacob;
2 Folkeslag skal tage dem og bringe dem hjem igen; og Israels Hus skal i HERRENS Land tage Folkeslagene i Eje som Trælle og Trælkvinder; de skal gøre dem til Fanger, hvis Fanger de var, og herske over deres Bødler.
And peoples shall take them, and bring them into their own place, And the house of Israel shall possess themselves of them upon the soil of Yahweh for servants and for handmaids, —Thus shall they be taking captive their captors, And shall tread down their oppressors.
3 Paa den Dag HERREN giver dig Hvile for din Møje og Uro og for den haarde Trældom, der lagdes paa dig,
And it shall come to pass, in the day when Yahweh shall give thee rest from thy toil, and from thy disquiet, —and from the hard service which had been laid upon thee,
4 skal du istemme denne Spottevise om Babels Konge: Hvor er dog Bødlen stille, Tvangshuset tyst!
that thou shalt take up this taunt over the king of Babylon, and shalt say: —How hath ceased the oppressor! Ceased the exactress!
5 HERREN har brudt de gudløses Stok, Herskernes Kæp,
Broke hath Yahweh the staff of the lawless, —The sceptre of despots;
6 som slog i Vrede Folkeslag, Slag i Slag, og tvang i Harme Folk med skaanselsløs Tvang.
Smiting peoples in passion With stroke unremitting, —Trampling, in anger, on nations, Persecution unhindered.
7 Al Jorden har Fred og Ro, bryder ud i Jubel;
Quiet, at rest, the whole earth, —Men have burst into shouting!
8 selv Cypresserne glæder sig over dig, Libanons Cedre: »Siden dit Fald kommer ingen op for at fælde os!«
Yea the pine-trees, make mirth at thee, Cedars of Lebanon, Since thou wast laid low, No feller hath come up against us!
9 Dødsriget nedentil stormer dig heftigt i Møde, vækker for din Skyld Dødninger, al Jordens store, jager alle Folkenes Konger op fra Tronen; (Sheol h7585)
Hades beneath, is excited about thee To meet thine arrival, —Rousing up, for thee Shades, All the he-goats of earth! Maketh rise from their thrones, All the kings of the nations. (Sheol h7585)
10 de tager alle til Orde og siger til dig: »Ogsaa du blev kraftløs som vi, du blev vor Lige!«
All of them, answer, and say to thee, —Thou too, made strengthless, as we! Unto us, art thou like!
11 Til Dødsriget sendtes din Højhed, dine Harpers Brus, dit Leje er redt med Raaddenskab, dit Tæppe er Orme. (Sheol h7585)
Brought down to Hades, thy pride. The hum of thy harps, Beneath thee, is spread out corruption, And, thy coverlet—worms! (Sheol h7585)
12 Nej, at du faldt fra Himlen, du straalende Morgenstjerne, fældet og kastet til Jorden, du Folkebetvinger!
How hast thou fallen from heaven, O Shining One—Son of the Dawn! Hewn down to the earth, O crusher of nations!
13 Du, som sagde i Hjertet: »Jeg stormer Himlen, rejser min Trone deroppe over Guds Stjerner, tager Sæde paa Stævnets Bjerg i yderste Nord,
Yet, thou, didst say in thy heart—The heavens, will I ascend, Above the stars of GOD, will I lift up my throne, —That I may sit in the Mount of Assembly In the Recesses of the North:
14 stiger op over Skyernes Højder, den Højeste lig« —
I will mount on the hills of the clouds, I will match the Most High!
Howbeit, to Hades, shalt thou be brought down, —To the Recesses of the Pit! (Sheol h7585)
16 Ser man dig, stirrer man paa dig med undrende Blikke: »Er det ham, som fik Jorden til at bæve, Riger til at skælve,
They who see thee, upon thee, will gaze, Upon thee, will thoughtfully muse, —Is this the man who startled the earth? Who terrified kingdoms?
17 ham, som gjorde Verden til Ørk og jævnede Byer, ikke gav Fangerne fri til at drage mod Hjemmet?«
Who made the world like a desert? And its cities, brake down? Its prisoners, he loosed not, Each one to his home?
18 Folkenes Konger hviler med Ære hver i sit Hus,
All the kings of the nations—they all, are lying in state Each one in his crypt;
19 men du er slængt hen uden Grav som et usseligt Foster, dækket af faldne, slagne med Sværd og kastet i Stenbruddets Hul som et nedtraadt Aadsel.
But, thou, art flung out from thy grave, Like a scion detested, Beshrouded with slain, the pierced of the sword, Like a carcase trod underfoot:
20 I Graven samles du ikke med dine Fædre, fordi du ødte dit Land og dræbte dit Folk. Ugerningsmændenes Afkom skal aldrig nævnes.
As for them who go down to the stones of the Pit, Thou shalt not be united with them in burial; For thy land, thou didst ruin Thy people, didst slay, —Unnamed to times age-abiding, Be the seed of the wicked!
21 Bered hans Sønner et Blodbad for Faderens Brøde! De skal ikke staa op og indtage Jorden og fylde Verden med Stæder.
Prepare—for his sons—shambles. For the iniquity of their fathers, —They shall not rise nor possess the earth, Nor fill the face of the world with cities.
22 Jeg staar op imod dem, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE, og udrydder af Babel Navn og Rest, Skud og Spire, lyder det fra HERREN;
I will rise. Then. against them, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, —And will cut off from Babylon Record and remnant And scion and seed, Declareth Yahweh.
23 jeg gør det til Rørdrummers Eje og til side Sumpe; jeg fejer det bort med Undergangens Kost, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE.
And will make her a possession for the bittern, And marshes of water, —And will sweep it with the besom of destruction, Declareth Yahweh of hosts.
24 Hærskarers HERRE har svoret saaledes: Visselig, som jeg har tænkt det, saa skal det ske, og som jeg satte mig for, saa staar det fast:
Yahweh of hosts, hath sworn, saying, —Surely as I intended, so, hath it come to pass, And as I purposed, the same, shall stand: —
25 Jeg knuser Assur i mit Land, nedtramper ham paa mine Bjerge, hans Aag skal vige fra dem, hans Byrde skal vige fra dets Skuldre.
That I will break in pieces the Assyrian in my land, Yea upon my mountains, will I tread him underfoot, —So shall be removed from off them his yoke, And his burden, from off their shoulder shall be removed.
26 Det er, hvad jeg satte mig for imod al Jorden, det er den Haand, som er udrakt mod alle Folk.
This, is the purpose that is purposed upon all the earth, —And, this, the hand outstretched over all the nations;
27 Thi Hærskarers HERRES Raad, hvo kuldkaster det? Hans udrakte Haand, hvo tvinger vel den tilbage?
For, Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed, —And who shall frustrate? And, his, is the hand outstretched, And who shall turn it back?
28 I Kong Akaz's Dødsaar kom dette Udsagn:
In the year that King Ahaz died, came this oracle: —
29 Glæd dig ej, hele Filisterland, at Kæppen, der slog dig, er brudt! Thi af Slangerod kommer en Øgle, dens Frugt er en flyvende Drage.
Do not rejoice, Philistia, any of thee, In that the rod of him that smote thee, is broken, —For, out of the root of the serpent, shall come forth, a viper, And his fruit be a fiery dragon that flieth.
30 Paa min Vang skal de ringe græsse, de fattige lejre sig trygt; men jeg dræber dit Afkom ved Sult; hvad der levnes, slaar jeg ihjel.
Then shall feed the firstborn of the poor, And the needy, in confidence lie down, —And I will kill with famine thy root, And thy residue, shall be slain.
31 Hyl, Port, skrig, By, Angst gribe dig, hele Filisterland! Thi nordenfra kommer Røg, i Fjendeskaren nøler ingen.
Howl—O gate, Make outcry—O city, Dispersed art thou Philistia, all of thee, —For out of the north, a smoke cometh in, With no straggler in his ranks.
32 Og hvad skal der svares Folkets Sendebud? At HERREN har grundfæstet Zion, og de arme i hans Folk søger Tilflugt der.
What, then, shall one answer the messengers of a nation? That Yahweh, hath founded Zion, And in her, shall seek refuge the oppressed of his people.
