Esajas 16
1 Landets Herrer sender en Gave fra Sela gennem Ørkenen til Zions Datters Bjerg.
Send a lamb [to] the ruler of the land, From Selah in the wilderness, To the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
2 Og ret som flagrende Fugle, som en opskræmt Rede er Moabs Døtre ved Arnons Vadesteder.
And it has come to pass, As a wandering bird, cast out of a nest, Are daughters of Moab, [at] fords of Arnon.
3 »Kom med et Raad, gør Ende derpaa, lad din Skygge blive som Natten ved højlys Dag, skjul de bortdrevne, røb ej de flyende!
Bring in counsel, do judgment, Make your shadow as night in the midst of noon, Hide outcasts, do not reveal the wanderer.
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,
My outcasts sojourn in you, O Moab, Be a secret hiding place for them, From the face of a destroyer, For the extortioner has ceased, Devastation has been finished, The tramplers are consumed out of the land.
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.«
And the throne is established in kindness, And [One] has sat on it in truth, in the tent of David, Judging and seeking judgment, and hastening righteousness.
6 »Vi har hørt om Moabs Hovmod, det saare store, dets Overmod, Hovmod og Frækhed, dets tomme Snak.«
We have heard of the pride of Moab—very proud, His pride, and his arrogance, and his wrath—his boastings [are] not right.
7 Derfor jamrer Moab over Moab, alle jamrer; Kir-Haresets Rosinkager sukker de sønderknust over.
Therefore Moab howls for Moab, all of it howls, It meditates for the grape-cakes of Kir-Hareseth, They are surely struck.
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.
Because fields of Heshbon languish, The vine of Sibmah, Lords of nations beat her choice vines, They have come to Jazer, They have wandered in a wilderness, Her plants have spread themselves, They have passed over a 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,
Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I water you [with] my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For—for your summer fruits, and for your harvest, The shouting has fallen.
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.
And gladness and joy have been removed from the fruitful field, And they do not sing in vineyards, nor shout, The treader does not tread wine in the presses, I have caused shouting to cease.
11 Derfor bæver mit Indre som Citren for Moab, mit Hjerte for Kir-Heres.
Therefore my bowels sound as a harp for Moab, And my inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
12 Og naar Moab viser sig paa Offerhøjen, naar det gør sig Møje og kommer til sin Helligdom for at bede, udretter det intet.
And it has come to pass, when it has been seen, That Moab has been weary on the high place, And he has come to his sanctuary to pray, And is not able.
13 Det er Ordet, HERREN fordum talede til Moab.
This [is] the word that YHWH has spoken to Moab from that time,
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.
And now YHWH has spoken, saying, “In three years, as years of a hired worker, The glory of Moab is lightly esteemed, With all the great multitude, And the remnant [is] little, small, not mighty!”
