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 burden of Moab. For in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing. For in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.
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 have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.
3 paa Gader og oppe paa Tage bærer de Sæk, paa Torvene jamrer de alle, opløst i Graad.
In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 Hesjbon og El'ale skriger, det høres til Jahaz. Derfor skælver Moabs Lænder, dets Sjæl er i Vaande.
Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls 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 cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 Nimrims Vande bliver Ødemarker, thi Græsset visner, Grønsværet svinder, Grønt er der ikke.
For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
7 Derfor slæber de Godset, de vandt, deres hengemte Ting over Vidjebækken.
Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.
8 Ak, Nødraabet omspænder Moabs Land, dets Jamren naar til Eglajim og Be'er-Elim;
For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.
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 will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
