Esajas 26
1 Paa hin Dag skal denne Sang synges i Judas Land: En stærk Stad har vi, til Frelse satte han Mur og Bolværk.
In that day, shall be sung this song, in the land of Judah, —A strong city, have we! Salvation, will he set for walls and rampart,
2 Luk Portene op for et retfærdigt Folk, som gemmer paa Troskab,
Open ye the gates, —That there may enter in—a righteous nation preserving fidelity.
3 hvis Sind er fast, som vogter paa Fred, thi det stoler paa dig.
A purpose sustained, thou wilt guard, [saying], Prosper! Prosper! Because in thee, hath he been led to trust.
4 Stol for evigt paa HERREN, thi HERREN er en evig Klippe.
Trust ye in Yahweh, unto futurity, —For, in Yah, Yahweh, is a rock of ages.
5 Thi han ydmyger dem, der bor i det høje, den knejsende By, styrter den til Jorden, lægger den i Støvet.
For he hath brought down the inhabitants of the height the city exalted, —He layeth it low, Layeth it low even to the ground, Levelleth it, even to the dust:
6 De armes Fod, de ringes Trin skal træde den ned.
The foot trampleth it, —The feet of the lowly, The steps of the weak,
7 Den retfærdiges Sti er jævn, du jævner den retfærdiges Vej.
The path of a righteous man, is, even, —O Upright One! the track of a righteous man, thou makest level.
8 Ja, vi venter dig, HERRE, paa dine Dommes Sti; til dit Navn og dit Ry staar vor Sjæls Attraa.
Surely in the path of thy regulations, O Yahweh, we waited for thee, —Unto thy Name and unto thy Memorial, was there a longing of soul:
9 Min Sjæl attraar dig om Natten, min Aand i mit indre søger dig. Thi naar dine Domme rammer Jorden, lærer de, som bor paa Jorderig, Retfærd.
With my soul, longed I for thee in the night, Yea with my spirit within me, I kept on searching for thee, —For, when thy regulations [extend] to the earth, The inhabitants of the world will have learned, righteousness.
10 Vises der Naade mod den gudløse, lærer han aldrig Retfærd; i Rettens Land gør han Uret og ser ikke HERRENS Højhed.
Let favour be shewed to the lawless, he hath not learned righteousness, In a land of honest dealings, he acteth perversely, —And seeth not the splendour of Yahweh.
11 HERRE, din Haand er løftet, men de ser det ikke; lad dem med Skam se din Nidkærhed for Folket, lad dine Fjenders Ild fortære dem!
O Yahweh though thy hand be lifted up, —yet do they not see, Would they might see—and turn pale at a people’s zeal, —Surely, the fire of thine enemies, must consume them!
12 HERRE, du skaffe os Fred, thi alt, hvad vi har udrettet, gjorde du for os.
O Yahweh, thou wilt ensure prosperity for us, —For even all our works, hast thou wrought for us,
13 HERRE vor Gud, andre Herrer end du har hersket over os; men dit Navn alene priser vi.
O Yahweh, our God! Lords other than thee, have owned us, —By thyself alone, will we call upon thy Name.
14 Døde bliver ikke levende, Dødninger staar ikke op; derfor hjemsøgte og tilintetgjorde du dem og udslettede hvert et Minde om dem.
The dead, come not to life again, The shades, do not arise, —Therefore, thou hast visited and destroyed them, And caused to perish every memorial of them.
15 Du har mangfoldiggjort Folket, HERRE, du har mangfoldiggjort Folket, du herliggjorde dig, du udvidede alle Landets Grænser.
Thou hast increased the nation, O Yahweh, Thou hast increased the nation thou hast gotten thyself glory, Thou hast extended far, all the ends of the land.
16 HERRE, i Nøden søgte de dig; de udgød stille Bønner, medens din Tugtelse var over dem.
O Yahweh! in distress, they sought thee, —They poured out a whispered prayer, when thy chastening was upon them.
17 Som den frugtsommelige, der er ved at føde, vrider og vaander sig i Veer, saaledes fik vi det, HERRE, fra dig.
Like as a woman with child—Draweth near to giving birth, Is in pain, Crieth out in her pangs So, were we before thee, O Yahweh; —
18 Vi er svangre og vrider os, som om vi fødte Vind; Landet frelser vi ikke, og Jordboere fødes ikke til Verden.
We were with child—We were in pain, As it were we brought forth wind, —Salvation, we could not accomplish for the earth, Neither were born the inhabitants of the world.
19 Dine døde skal blive levende, mine dødes Legemer opstaa; de, som hviler i Støvet, skal vaagne og juble. Thi en Lysets Dug er din Dug, og Jorden giver Dødninger igen.
Thy dead, shall come to life again, My dead body, they shall arise, —Awake and shout for joy, ye that dwell in the dust For, a dew of light, is thy dew, And, earth, to the shades shall give birth.
20 Mit Folk, gaa ind i dit Kammer og luk dine Døre bag dig; hold dig skjult en liden Stund, til Vreden er draget over.
Come my people, enter into thy chambers, And shut thy doors behind thee, —Hide thee as it were a little moment Till the indignation pass over.
21 Thi HERREN gaar ud fra sin Bolig for at straffe Jordboernes Brøde; sit Blod bringer Jorden for Lyset og dølger ej mer sine dræbte.
For lo! Yahweh, is coming forth out of his place, To visit the iniquity of earth’s inhabitant upon him, —Therefore shall the earth unveil her shed-blood, And throw a covering, no longer over her slain.
