Esajas 15
1 Et Udsagn om Moab. Ak, Ar lægges øde ved Nat, det er ude med Moab, Kir lægges øde ved Nat, det er ude med Moab.
The prophecy concerning Moab. Yea! in the night of assault was Ar of Moab a ruin! In the night of assault was Kir of Moab a ruin!
2 Dibons Datter gaar op paa Høje for at græde, oppe paa Nebo og Medeba jamrer Moab; hvert et Hoved er skaldet, alt Skæg skaaret af,
They go up to the temple, and to Dibon, to weep upon the high places; Upon Nebo and upon Medeba doth Moab howl; On every head is baldness, And every beard is shorn.
3 paa Gader og oppe paa Tage bærer de Sæk, paa Torvene jamrer de alle, opløst i Graad.
In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; On the tops of their houses and in their public walks every one howleth, And melteth away with weeping.
4 Hesjbon og El'ale skriger, det høres til Jahaz. Derfor skælver Moabs Lænder, dets Sjæl er i Vaande.
Heshbon and Elealah utter a cry; Even to Jahaz is their voice heard; Therefore the warriors of Moab shriek aloud; Their hearts tremble within them.
5 Hjertet skriger i Moab, man flygter til Zoar, til Eglat-Sjelisjija. Ak, grædende stiger de op ad Luhits Skraaning, undervejs til Horonajim opløfter de Jammerskrig;
My heart crieth out for Moab, Whose fugitives wander to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishijah; For they ascend the heights of Luhith weeping, And in the way of Horonaim they raise the cry of destruction.
6 Nimrims Vande bliver Ødemarker, thi Græsset visner, Grønsværet svinder, Grønt er der ikke.
For the waters of Nimrim are desolate; The grass is withered; the tender plant faileth; There is no green thing left.
7 Derfor slæber de Godset, de vandt, deres hengemte Ting over Vidjebækken.
Wherefore the remnant of their substance and their wealth They shall carry to the brook of willows.
8 Ak, Nødraabet omspænder Moabs Land, dets Jamren naar til Eglajim og Be'er-Elim;
For the cry encompasseth the borders of Moab; Even to Eglaim reacheth her wailing, To Beer-Elim her howling.
9 thi Dimons Vand er fuldt af Blod. Men jeg sender endnu mer over Dimon: en Løve over Moabs undslupne, Landets Rest.
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; For I bring new evils upon Dimon; Upon him that escapeth of Moab will I send a lion, Even upon him that remaineth in the land.
