Esajas 16
1 Landets Herrer sender en Gave fra Sela gennem Ørkenen til Zions Datters Bjerg.
Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela through the desert, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
2 Og ret som flagrende Fugle, som en opskræmt Rede er Moabs Døtre ved Arnons Vadesteder.
The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
3 »Kom med et Raad, gør Ende derpaa, lad din Skygge blive som Natten ved højlys Dag, skjul de bortdrevne, røb ej de flyende!
Think about it and make a decision. Make your shadow as invisible at midday as during the night. Hide the refugees; don't betray them as they run away.
4 Giv Moabs bortdrevne Tilhold hos dig, vær dem et Skjul for den, som hærger! Er først Voldsmanden borte, Ødelæggelsen omme, Undertrykkeren ude af Landet,
Let my refugees stay among you, Moab. Hide them from our enemies until the destroyer is no more, the destruction is over, and the aggressive invaders have gone.
5 skal en Trone rejses med Mildhed, og paa den skal sidde en Dommer med Trofasthed i Davids Telt, ivrig for Ret og øvet i Retfærd.«
Then a kingdom will be set up based on trustworthy love, and on its throne will sit a faithful king from the line of David. He will judge fairly, and will be passionately committed to doing what is right.
6 »Vi har hørt om Moabs Hovmod, det saare store, dets Overmod, Hovmod og Frækhed, dets tomme Snak.«
We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
7 Derfor jamrer Moab over Moab, alle jamrer; Kir-Haresets Rosinkager sukker de sønderknust over.
All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
8 Thi visne er Hesjbons Marker, Sibmas Vinstok, hvis Druer slog Folkenes Herrer til Jorden; den naaede Ja'zer, famled gennem Ørkenen, dens Ranker bredte sig, overskred Havet.
Heshbon's fields have dried up, as have Sibmah's grapevines. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the vines that once branched out to Jazer and east towards the desert, and west as far as the sea.
9 Derfor græder jeg Ja'zers Graad over Sibmas Vinstok, væder med min Taare Hesjbon, og El'ale; thi et Vinperserraab slog ned paa din Frugt og din Høst,
So I cry with Jazer for Sibmah's vines; I soak Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Nobody shouts in celebration over your summer fruit and your harvest any more.
10 fra Frugthaver svandt baade Glæde og Jubel; i Vingaarde jubles der ikke, der lyder ej Raab, i Karrene trampes ej Vin, Vinperserraabet er tystnet.
Joy and happiness are gone. Nobody celebrates in the harvest fields or the vineyards; nobody shouts happily. Nobody treads grapes in the winepresses. I have stopped their cheering.
11 Derfor bæver mit Indre som Citren for Moab, mit Hjerte for Kir-Heres.
Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
12 Og naar Moab viser sig paa Offerhøjen, naar det gør sig Møje og kommer til sin Helligdom for at bede, udretter det intet.
The Moabites go and wear themselves out worshiping at their high places. They go to their shrines to pray, but it does them no good.
13 Det er Ordet, HERREN fordum talede til Moab.
This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
14 Men nu siger HERREN: Om tre Aar, som Daglejeren regner Aaret, skal Moabs Herlighed vanæres med al den store larmende Hob. Resten bliver lille, ringe og afmægtig.
But now the Lord speaks again, and says, In three years, just as a contract worker precisely counts years, Moab's glory will turn into something to be laughed at. Despite there being so many Moabites now, soon there will only be a few feeble people left.
