Esajas 21
1 Et Udsagn om Havørkenen. Som hvirvlende Storme, der jager i Sydlandet, kommer det fra Ørkenen, det grufulde Land.
The burden of the wilderness of the sea. As whirlwinds in the South sweep through, it comes from the wilderness, from an awesome land.
2 Saa svart et Syn blev mig meldt: »Ransmænd raner, Hærmænd hærger! Frem, Elamiter! Til Belejring, Meder! Alle Suk gør jeg Ende paa!«
A grievous vision is declared to me. The treacherous man deals treacherously, and the destroyer destroys. Go up, Elam; attack! I have stopped all of Media’s sighing.
3 Derfor fyldes mine Lænder af Skælven, jeg gribes af Veer som fødende Kvinde, døv af Svimmelhed, blind af Skræk,
Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have seized me, like the pains of a woman in labour. I am in so much pain that I can’t hear. I am so dismayed that I can’t see.
4 mit Hjerte forvirres, Gru falder paa mig; Skumringen, jeg elsker, bliver mig til Angst.
My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.
5 Bordet dækkes, Hynder bredes, man spiser og drikker. »Op, I Fyrster, salv eders Skjolde!«
They prepare the table. They set the watch. They eat. They drink. Rise up, you princes, oil the shield!
6 Thi saa sagde Herren til mig: »Gaa hen og stil Vægteren ud! Hvad han faar at se, skal han melde.
For the Lord said to me, “Go, set a watchman. Let him declare what he sees.
7 Og ser han Ryttere, et Par komme ridende, en Rytter paa Æsel, en Rytter paa Kamel, da skal han lytte, ja lytte spændt!«
When he sees a troop, horsemen in pairs, a troop of donkeys, a troop of camels, he shall listen diligently with great attentiveness.”
8 Og han raabte: »Se, o Herre, paa Varden staar jeg bestandig, Dagen lang, og paa min Vagtpost staar jeg trolig
He cried like a lion: “Lord, I stand continually on the watchtower in the daytime, and every night I stay at my post.
9 Nat efter Nat!« Men se, da kom der ridende Mænd, et Par kom ridende; de raabte: »Faldet, faldet er Babel, han knuste alle dets Guder i Støvet!«
Behold, here comes a troop of men, horsemen in pairs.” He answered, “Fallen, fallen is Babylon; and all the engraved images of her gods are broken to the ground.
10 Mit knuste, mit tærskede Folk! Hvad jeg, har hørt fra Hærskarers HERRE, fra Israels Gud, det melder jeg eder.
You are my threshing, and the grain of my floor!” That which I have heard from the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel, I have declared to you.
11 Et Udsagn om Duma. Der raabes til mig fra Se'ir: »Vægter, hvordan skrider Natten, Vægter, hvordan skrider Natten?«
The burden of Dumah. One calls to me out of Seir, “Watchman, what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?”
12 Vægteren svarer: »Morgen kommer, men ogsaa Nat! Vil I spørge, saa spørg! Kom kun igen!«
The watchman said, “The morning comes, and also the night. If you will enquire, enquire. Come back again.”
13 Et Udsagn: »I Ødemarken«. Søg Nattely i Ødemarkens Krat, I Dedans Karavaner!
The burden on Arabia. You will lodge in the thickets in Arabia, you caravans of Dedanites.
14 Bring de tørstige Vand i Møde, I, som bor i Temas Land, mød de flyende med Brød!
They brought water to him who was thirsty. The inhabitants of the land of Tema met the fugitives with their bread.
15 Thi de er paa Flugt for Sværd, paa Flugt for det dragne Sværd, paa Flugt for den spændte Bue, paa Flugt for Krigens Tynge.
For they fled away from the swords, from the drawn sword, from the bent bow, and from the heat of battle.
16 Thi saa sagde Herren til mig: »Et Aar endnu, som Daglejeren regner Aaret, og det er ude med al Kedars Herlighed.
For the Lord said to me, “Within a year, as a worker bound by contract would count it, all the glory of Kedar will fail,
17 Resten af Kedars Heltes Buer skal være ringe, saa sandt HERREN, Israels Gud, har talet.«
and the residue of the number of the archers, the mighty men of the children of Kedar, will be few; for the LORD, the God of Israel, has spoken it.”
