Esajas 33
1 Ve dig, du Hærværksmand, selv ikke hærget, du Ransmand, skaanet for Ran! Naar dit Hærværk er endt, skal du hærges, naar din Ranen har Ende, skal der ranes fra dig!
Woe, spoiler! and thou not spoiled, And treacherous! and they dealt not treacherously with thee, When thou dost finish, O spoiler, thou art spoiled, When thou dost finish dealing treacherously, They deal treacherously with thee.
2 HERRE, vær os naadig, vi bier paa dig, vær du vor Arm hver Morgen, vor Frelse i Nødens Stund!
O Jehovah, favour us, for thee we have waited, Be their arm, in the mornings, Yea, our salvation in time of adversity.
3 For Bulderet maa Folkeslag fly; naar du rejser dig, splittes Folkene.
From the voice of a multitude fled have peoples, From thine exaltation scattered have been nations.
4 Som Græshopper bortriver, bortrives Bytte, man styrter derover som Græshoppesværme.
And gathered hath been your spoil, A gathering of the caterpillar, As a running to and fro of locusts is he running on it.
5 Ophøjet er HERREN, thi han bor i det høje, han fylder Zion med Ret og Retfærd.
Set on high is Jehovah, for He is dwelling on high, He filled Zion [with] judgment and righteousness,
6 Trygge Tider skal du have, en Frelsesrigdom er Visdom og Indsigt, HERRENS Frygt er din Skat.
And hath been the stedfastness of thy times, The strength of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge, Fear of Jehovah — it [is] His treasure.
7 Se, deres Helte skriger derude, Fredens Sendebud græder bittert;
Lo, 'Their Ariel,' they have cried without, Messengers of peace do weep bitterly.
8 Vejene er øde, vejfarende borte. Han brød sin Pagt, agted Byer ringe, Mennesker regned han ikke.
Desolated have been highways, Ceased hath he who passeth along the path, He hath broken covenant, He hath despised enemies, He hath not esteemed a man.
9 Landet blegner og sygner, Libanon skæmmes og visner; Saron er som en Ørken, Basan og Karmel uden Løv.
Mourned, languished hath the land, Confounded hath been Lebanon, Withered hath been Sharon as a wilderness, And shaking are Bashan and Carmel.
10 Nu staar jeg op, siger HERREN, nu vil jeg rejse mig, nu træde frem!
Now, do I arise, saith Jehovah, Now I am exalted, now I am lifted up.
11 I undfanger Straa og føder Halm, eders Aande er Ild, der fortærer jer selv;
Ye conceive chaff, ye bear stubble, Your spirit! — fire devoureth you.
12 til Kalk skal Folkene brændes som afhugget Torn, der brænder i Ild.
And peoples have been [as] burnings of lime, Thorns, as sweepings, with fire they burn.
13 Hvad jeg gør, skal rygtes til fjerne Folk, nære skal kende min Vælde.
Hear, ye far off, that which I have done, And know, ye near ones, My might.
14 Paa Zion skal Syndere bæve, Niddinger gribes af Skælven: »Hvem kan bo ved fortærende Ild, hvem kan bo ved evige Baal?«
Afraid in Zion have been sinners, Seized hath trembling the profane: Who doth dwell for us — consuming fire, Who doth dwell for us — burnings of the age?
15 Den, der vandrer i Retfærd og taler oprigtigt, ringeagter Vinding, vundet ved Uret, vægrer sig ved at tage mod Gave, tilstopper Øret over for Blodraad og lukker Øjnene over for det onde —
Whoso is walking righteously, And is speaking uprightly, Kicking against gain of oppressions, Shaking his hands from taking hold on a bribe, Stopping his ear from hearing of blood, And shutting his eyes from looking on evil,
16 højt skal en saadan bo, hans Værn skal Klippeborge være; han faar sit Brød, og Vand er ham sikret.
He high places doth inhabit, Strongholds of rock [are] his high tower, His bread hath been given, his waters stedfast.
17 Dine Øjne faar Kongen at se i hans Skønhed, de skuer et vidtstrakt Land.
A king in his beauty, see do thine eyes, They see a land afar off.
18 Dit Hjerte skal tænke paa Rædselen: »Hvor er nu han, der talte og vejede, han, der talte Taarnene?«
Thy heart doth meditate terror, Where [is] he who is counting? Where [is] he who is weighing? Where [is] he who is counting the towers?
19 Du ser ej det vilde Folk med dybt, uforstaaeligt Maal, med stammende, ufattelig Tunge.
The strong people thou seest not, A people deeper of lip than to be understood, Of a scorned tongue, there is no understanding.
20 Se paa Zion, vore Højtiders By! Dine Øjne skal skue Jerusalem, et sikkert Lejrsted, et Telt, der ej flytter, hvis Pæle aldrig rykkes op, hvis Snore ej rives over.
See Zion, the city of our meetings, Thine eyes see Jerusalem a quiet habitation, A tent not taken down, Not removed are its pins for ever, And none of its cords are broken.
21 Nej, der træder HERRENS Bæk for os i Floders og brede Strømmes Sted; der kan ej Aareskib gaa, ej vældigt Langskib sejle.
But there mighty [is] Jehovah for us, A place of rivers — streams broad of sides, No ship with oars doth go into it, And a mighty ship doth not pass over it.
22 Thi HERREN er vor Dommer, HERREN er vor Hersker, HERREN er vor Konge, han bringer os Frelse.
For Jehovah our judge, Jehovah our lawgiver, Jehovah our king — He doth save us.
23 Slapt hænger dit Tovværk, det holder ej Raaen og spænder ej Sejlet. Da uddeles røvet Bytte i Overflod, halte tager Del i Rovet.
Left have been thy ropes, They strengthen not rightly their mast, They have not spread out a sail, Then apportioned hath been a prey of much spoil, The lame have taken spoil.
24 Ingen Indbygger siger: »Jeg er syg!« Folket der har sin Synd forladt.
Nor doth an inhabitant say, 'I was sick,' The people that is dwelling in it, is forgiven of iniquity!
