Esajas 38

1 Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: »Saa siger HERREN: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve!«

In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death; and Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, Set thy house in order, for thou shalt die, and not live.

2 Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad saaledes til HERREN:

Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and made his supplication to Jehovah.

3 »Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Aasyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!« Og Ezekias græd højt.

And he said, I beseech thee, O Jehovah, remember now how I have walked before thee in truth, and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thine eyes! And Hezekiah wept bitterly.

4 Da kom HERRENS Ord til Esajas saaledes:

Then came the word of Jehovah to Isaiah,

5 »Gaa hen og sig til Ezekias: Saa siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Taarer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten Aar til dit Liv

Go in and say to Hezekiah, Thus saith Jehovah, the God of David thy father: I have heard thy prayer; I have seen thy tears. Behold, I will add to thy life fifteen years.

6 og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Haand og værne om denne By!

And I will deliver thee and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.

7 Og Tegnet fra HERREN paa, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:

And this shall be the sign to thee from Jehovah, that Jehovah will do that which he hath spoken.

8 Se, jeg vil lade Skyggen gaa de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen paa Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!« Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage paa Soluret.

Behold, I will cause the shadow upon the dial, which hath gone down upon the dial of Ahaz with the sun, to go back ten degrees. So the sun went back ten degrees, which degrees it had gone down.

9 En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig af sin Sygdom:

The writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered from his sickness.

10 Jeg tænkte: Bort maa jeg gaa i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste Aar. (Sheol h7585)

I said: “Now, in the quiet of my days, shall I go down to the gates of the under-world; I am deprived of the residue of my years.” (Sheol h7585)

11 Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;

I said: “No more shall I see Jehovah, Jehovah in the land of the living. I shall behold man no more Among the inhabitants of stillness.

12 min Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Traaden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,

My habitation is torn away and removed from me, Like a shepherd's tent; My life is rolled up as by the weaver; He cutteth me off from the thrum; Between morning and night wilt thou make an end of me!”

13 jeg skriger til Daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig hen fra Dag til Nat.

I waited till morning, and like a lion Did he crush all my bones; “Between morning and night wilt thou make an end of me!”

14 Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Taarer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!

Like a swallow or a crane, so did I twitter; I did mourn as a dove; Mine eyes failed with looking upward; “O Lord, I am in distress; O, deliver me!”

15 Hvad skal jeg sige? Han talede til mig, og selv greb han ind. For Bitterhedens Skyld i min Sjæl vil jeg vandre sagtelig alle mine Aar.

What shall I say? He promised it, and he hath done it; I will walk humbly all my life On account of the bitterness of my soul.

16 Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Aand, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!

Lord, it is thus that men live; From thee alone cometh the life of my spirit; Thou hast restored me, and caused me to live.

17 Se, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skaaned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du bag din Ryg.

Behold, my anguish is changed into ease; In love thou hast delivered me from the pit of destruction; Thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.

18 Thi Dødsriget takker dig ikke, dig lover ej Døden, paa din Miskundhed haaber ej de, der synker i Graven. (Sheol h7585)

For the under-world cannot praise thee; The realms of death cannot celebrate thee; They that go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness. (Sheol h7585)

19 Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.

The living, the living praise thee, as I do this day; The father to the children shall make known thy faithfulness.

20 HERRE, frels os! Saa vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENS Hus.

Jehovah hath saved me; Therefore will we sing our songs with stringed instruments, All the days of our life, In the house of Jehovah.

21 Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster paa det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.

Now Isaiah had said, let them take a lump of figs, and bruise them, and lay them upon the ulcer, and he shall recover.

22 Og Ezekias sagde: »Hvad er Tegnet paa, at jeg skal gaa op til HERRENS Hus?«

Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Jehovah?