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.
Because Jehovah loveth Jacob, And hath fixed again on Israel, And given them rest on their own land, And joined hath been the sojourner to them, And they have been admitted to 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 have taken them, And have brought them in unto their place, And the house of Israel have inherited them, On the land of Jehovah, For men-servants and for maid-servants, And they have been captors of their captors, And have ruled over their exactors.
3 Paa den Dag HERREN giver dig Hvile for din Møje og Uro og for den haarde Trældom, der lagdes paa dig,
And it hath come to pass, In the day of Jehovah's giving rest to thee, From thy grief, and from thy trouble, And from the sharp bondage, That hath been served upon thee,
4 skal du istemme denne Spottevise om Babels Konge: Hvor er dog Bødlen stille, Tvangshuset tyst!
That thou hast taken up this simile Concerning the king of Babylon, and said, How hath the exactor ceased,
5 HERREN har brudt de gudløses Stok, Herskernes Kæp,
Ceased hath the golden one. Broken hath Jehovah the staff of the wicked, The sceptre of rulers.
6 som slog i Vrede Folkeslag, Slag i Slag, og tvang i Harme Folk med skaanselsløs Tvang.
He who is smiting peoples in wrath, A smiting without intermission, He who is ruling in anger nations, Pursuing without restraint!
7 Al Jorden har Fred og Ro, bryder ud i Jubel;
At rest — quiet hath been all the earth, They have broken forth [into] singing.
8 selv Cypresserne glæder sig over dig, Libanons Cedre: »Siden dit Fald kommer ingen op for at fælde os!«
Even firs have rejoiced over thee, Cedars of Lebanon — [saying]: Since thou hast lain down, The hewer cometh not 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)
Sheol beneath hath been troubled at thee, To meet thy coming in, It is waking up for thee Rephaim, All chiefs ones of earth, It hath raised up from their thrones All kings of 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 unto thee, Even thou hast become weak like us! Unto us thou hast become 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 Sheol hath been thine excellency, The noise of thy psaltery, Under thee spread out hath been the worm, Yea, covering thee is the worm. (Sheol h7585)
12 Nej, at du faldt fra Himlen, du straalende Morgenstjerne, fældet og kastet til Jorden, du Folkebetvinger!
How hast thou fallen from the heavens, O shining one, son of the dawn! Thou hast been cut down to earth, O weakener 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,
And thou saidst in thy heart: the heavens I go up, Above stars of God I raise my throne, And I sit in the mount of meeting in the sides of the north.
14 stiger op over Skyernes Højder, den Højeste lig« —
I go up above the heights of a thick cloud, I am like to the Most High.
Only — unto Sheol thou art brought down, Unto the sides 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,
Thy beholders look to thee, to thee they attend, Is this the man causing the earth to tremble, Shaking kingdoms?
17 ham, som gjorde Verden til Ørk og jævnede Byer, ikke gav Fangerne fri til at drage mod Hjemmet?«
He hath made the world as a wilderness, And his cities he hath broken down, Of his bound ones he opened not the house.
18 Folkenes Konger hviler med Ære hver i sit Hus,
All kings of nations — all of them, Have lain down in honour, each in his house,
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.
And — thou hast been cast out of thy grave, As an abominable branch, raiment of the slain, Thrust through ones of the sword, Going down unto the sons of the pit, As a carcase trodden down.
20 I Graven samles du ikke med dine Fædre, fordi du ødte dit Land og dræbte dit Folk. Ugerningsmændenes Afkom skal aldrig nævnes.
Thou art not united with them in burial, For thy land thou hast destroyed, Thy people thou hast slain, Not named to the age is the seed of evil doers.
21 Bered hans Sønner et Blodbad for Faderens Brøde! De skal ikke staa op og indtage Jorden og fylde Verden med Stæder.
Prepare ye for his sons slaughter; Because of the iniquity of their fathers, They rise not, nor have possessed the land, Nor filled 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;
And I have risen up against them, (The affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts, ) And have cut off, in reference to Babylon, Name and remnant, and continuator and successor, The affirmation of Jehovah.
23 jeg gør det til Rørdrummers Eje og til side Sumpe; jeg fejer det bort med Undergangens Kost, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE.
And have made it for a possession of a bittern, And ponds of waters, And daubed it with the mire of destruction, The affirmation of Jehovah 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:
Sworn hath Jehovah of Hosts, saying, 'As I thought — so hath it not been? And as I counselled — it standeth;
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.
To break Asshur in My land, And on My mountains I tread him down, And turned from off them hath his yoke, Yea, his burden from off their shoulder turneth aside.
26 Det er, hvad jeg satte mig for imod al Jorden, det er den Haand, som er udrakt mod alle Folk.
This [is] the counsel that is counselled for all the earth, And this [is] the hand that is stretched out for all the nations.
27 Thi Hærskarers HERRES Raad, hvo kuldkaster det? Hans udrakte Haand, hvo tvinger vel den tilbage?
For Jehovah of Hosts hath purposed, And who doth make void? And His hand that is stretched out, Who doth turn it back?'
28 I Kong Akaz's Dødsaar kom dette Udsagn:
In the year of the death of king Ahaz was this burden:
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.
Rejoice not thou, Philistia, all of thee, That broken hath been the rod of thy smiter, For from the root of a serpent cometh out a viper, And its fruit [is] a flying saraph.
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.
And delighted have the first-born of the poor, And the needy in confidence lie down, And I have put to death with famine thy root, And thy remnant it slayeth.
31 Hyl, Port, skrig, By, Angst gribe dig, hele Filisterland! Thi nordenfra kommer Røg, i Fjendeskaren nøler ingen.
Howl, O gate; cry, O city, Melted art thou, Philistia, all of thee, For from the north smoke hath come, And there is none alone in his set places.
32 Og hvad skal der svares Folkets Sendebud? At HERREN har grundfæstet Zion, og de arme i hans Folk søger Tilflugt der.
And what doth one answer the messengers of a nation? 'That Jehovah hath founded Zion, And in it do the poor of His people trust!'
