Esajas 23
1 Et Udsagn om Tyrus. Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus! De faar det at vide paa Vejen fra Kyperns Land.
The Burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For it has been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
2 Det er ude med Kystlandets Folk, med Zidons Købmænd, hvis Sendebud for over Havet,
Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
3 de mange Vande, hvis Indkomst var Sjihors Sæd, hvis Vinding Alverdens Varer.
And the seed of Sihor [is] in many waters, Her increase [is] the harvest of the brook, And she is a market of nations.
4 Skam faa du, Zidon, thi Havet siger: »Jeg har ikke haft Veer, jeg fødte ikke, ej har jeg fostret Ynglinge, opfødt Jomfruer!«
Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea spoke, The strength of the sea, saying, “I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.”
5 Naar Rygtet naar Ægypten, skælver de ved Rygtet om Tyrus.
As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6 Drag over til Tarsis og jamrer, I Kystlandets Folk!
Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
7 Er det eders jublende By fra Urtids Dage, hvis Fødder førte den viden om som Gæst?
Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
8 Hvo satte sig dette for mod det kronede Tyrus, hvis Købmænd var Fyrster, hvis Kræmmere Jordens Adel?
Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
9 Det gjorde Hærskarers HERRE for at vanære Hovmod, skænde al Stolthed, al Jordens Adel.
YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
10 Græd, I Tarsisskibe, Havn er der ikke mer!
Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
11 Han udrakte Haanden mod Havet, rystede Riger, HERREN samled Folk for at jævne Kana'ans Fæstninger.
He has stretched out His hand over the sea, He has caused kingdoms to tremble, YHWH has charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
12 Han sagde: »Aldrig mer skal du juble, du voldtagne Jomfru, Zidons Datter! Staa op, drag over til Kypern, selv der skal du ej finde Hvile!«
And He says, “You do not add to exult anymore, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there—there is no rest for you.”
13 Se til Kyprioternes Land! Søfarere grunded det Folk; de rejste dets Vagttaarne, Byer og Borge. Han gjorde det til en Ruinhob.
Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this people was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a ruin!
14 Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus!
Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
15 Paa hin Dag skal Tyrus gaa ad Glemme i halvfjerdsindstyve Aar, som i een Konges Dage. Men efter halvfjerdsindstyve Aars Forløb skal det gaa med Tyrus som med Skøgen i Visen:
And it has come to pass in that day, That Tyre is forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
16 »Tag din Citer, gaa rundt i Byen, du glemte Skøge, leg smukt paa Strenge, syng, hvad du kan, saa du kommes i Hu!«
Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
17 Efter halvfjerdsindstyve Aars Forløb vil HERREN se til Tyrus; det skal atter modtage Skøgeløn og bole med Alverdens Riger paa den vide Jord.
And it has come to pass, At the end of seventy years YHWH inspects Tyre, And she has returned to her wage, And she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
18 Men dets Vinding og Skøgeløn skal helliges HERREN; den skal ikke gemmes hen eller lægges op; dem, der bor for HERRENS Aasyn, skal dets Vinding tjene til Føde, Mættelse og prægtige Klæder.
And her merchandise and her wage have been holy to YHWH, Not treasured up nor stored, For her merchandise is to those sitting before YHWH, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
