Esajas 31
1 Ve dem, som gaar ned til Ægypten om Hjælp og slaar Lid til Heste, som stoler paa Vognenes Mængde, paa Rytternes store Tal, men ikke ser hen til Israels Hellige, ej raadspørger HERREN.
Woe [to] those going down to Egypt for help, And on horses lean, And trust on chariots, because many, And on horsemen, because very strong, And have not looked on the Holy One of Israel, And Jehovah have not sought.
2 Men viis er og han, lader Ulykke komme og gaar ej fra sit Ord. Han staar op mod de ondes Hus og mod Udaadsmændenes Hjælp.
And He also [is] wise, and bringeth in evil, And His words He hath not turned aside, And He hath risen against a house of evil doers, And against the help of workers of iniquity.
3 Ægypterne er Mennesker, ikke Gud, deres Heste er Kød, ikke Aand. Naar HERREN udrækker Haanden, snubler Hjælperen, den hjulpne falder, de omkommer alle til Hobe.
And the Egyptians [are men], and not God, And their horses [are] flesh, and not spirit, And Jehovah stretcheth out His hand, And stumbled hath the helper, And fallen hath the helped one, And together all of them are consumed.
4 Thi saa sagde HERREN til mig: Som en Løve knurrer, en Ungløve over sit Rov, og ikke, naar Hyrdernes Flok kaldes hid imod den, skræmmes af Skriget eller viger for Larmen, saa stiger Hærskarers HERRE ned til Kamp paa Zions Bjerg og Høj.
For thus said Jehovah unto me: 'As growl doth the lion and the young lion over his prey, Called against whom is a multitude of shepherds, From their voice he is not affrighted, And from their noise he is not humbled; So come down doth Jehovah of Hosts To war on mount Zion, and on her height.
5 Som svævende Fugle saa skærmer Hærskarers HERRE Jerusalem, skærmer og frier, skaaner og redder.
As birds flying, so doth Jehovah of Hosts Cover over Jerusalem, covering and delivering, Passing over, and causing to escape.'
6 Vend om til ham, hvem Israels Børn faldt fra saa dybt!
Turn back to Him from whom sons of Israel Have deepened apostasy.
7 Thi paa hin Dag vrager enhver sine Guder af Sølv, sine Guder af Guld, eders Hænders syndige Værk.
For in that day despise doth each His idols of silver, and his idols of gold, That your hands made to you — a sin.
8 Assur falder for Sværd, men ikke en Mands, et Sværd fortærer det, ikke et Menneskes. Og han skal fly for Sværdet, til Hoveriarbejde tvinges hans Stridsmænd;
And fallen hath Asshur by sword, not of the high, Yea, a sword — not of the low, doth consume him, And he hath fled for himself from the face of a sword, And his young men become tributary.
9 hans Klippe viger bort af Rædsel, hans Fyrster skræmmes fra Fanen. Saa lyder det fra HERREN, hvis Ild er i Zion, som har sin Ovn i Jerusalem.
And [to] his rock from fear he passeth on, And affrighted by the ensign have been his princes — an affirmation of Jehovah, Who hath a light in Zion, And who hath a furnace in Jerusalem!
