Esajas 40
1 Trøst, ja trøst mit Folk, saa siger eders Gud,
Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.
2 tal Jerusalem kærligt til og raab kun til det, at nu er dets Strid til Ende, dets Skyld betalt, tvefold Straf har det faaet af HERRENS Haand for alle sine Synder.
Speak ye [comfort] to the heart of Jerusalem, and call out unto her, that her time of sorrow is accomplished, that her iniquity is atoned for; for she hath received from the hand of the Lord double for all her sins.
3 I Ørkenen raaber en Røst: »Ban HERRENS Vej, jævn i det øde Land en Højvej for vor Gud!
A voice calleth out, In the wilderness make ye clear the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for God.
4 Hver Dal skal højnes, hvert Bjerg, hver Høj skal sænkes, bakket Land blive fladt og Fjeldvæg til Slette.
Every valley shall be raised, and every mountain and hill shall be made low; and the crooked shall be made a straight path, and the rough places a plain:
5 Aabenbares skal HERRENS Herlighed, alt Kød til Hobe skal se den. Thi HERRENS Mund har talet.«
And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed; and all flesh shall see it together; for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.
6 Der lyder en Røst, som siger: »Raab!« Jeg svarer: »Hvad skal jeg raabe?« »Alt Kød til Hobe er Græs, al dets Ynde som Markens Blomst;
A voice saith, Proclaim; and he saith, What shall I proclaim? all flesh is grass, and all its goodliness is as the flower of the field:
7 Græsset tørres, Blomsten visner, naar HERRENS Aande blæser derpaa; visselig, Folket er Græs,
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; because the breath of the Lord hath blown upon it; surely the people is grass.
8 Græsset tørres, Blomsten visner, men vor Guds Ord bliver evindelig.«
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God will stand firm for ever.
9 Stig op paa højen Bjerg, du Zions Glædesbud, løft din Røst med Kraft, du Jerusalems Glædesbud, løft den uden Frygt og sig til Judas Byer: »Se eders Gud!«
Upon a high mountain get thee up, thou that bringest good tidings to Zion; lift up with strength thy voice, thou who bringest good tidings to Jerusalem; lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold, [here is] your God!
10 Se, den Herre HERREN kommer med Vælde, han hersker med sin Arm. Se, hans Løn er med ham, hans Vinding foran ham,
Behold, the Lord Eternal will come with might, and his arm ruleth for him: behold, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him.
11 han vogter sin Hjord som en Hyrde, samler den med Armen, bærer Lammene i Favn og leder de diende Faar.
Like a shepherd will he feed his flock: with his arm will he gather the lambs, and in his bosom will he carry them, will he lead gently those that suckle their young.
12 Hvo maaler Vandet i sin Haand, afmærker med Fingerspand Himlen, maaler Jordens Støv i Skæppe og vejer Bjerge med Bismer eller i Vægtskaal Høje?
Who hath measured in the hollow of his hand the waters, and meted out the heavens with the span, and comprised in a measure the dust of the earth, and weighed in the scale-beam the mountains, and the hills in balances?
13 Hvo leder HERRENS Aand, raader og lærer ham noget?
Who hath meted out the Spirit of the Lord? and [who was] his counsellor that he could have given him information?
14 Hos hvem faar han Raad og Indsigt, hvem lærer ham Rettens Vej, hvem kan give ham Kundskab, hvem kundgør ham indsigts Vej?
With whom took he counsel, that he gave him understanding, and taught him the path of justice, and taught him knowledge, and caused him to know the way of understanding?
15 Se, som Draabe paa Spand er Folkene, at regne som Fnug paa Vægt, som et Gran vejer fjerne Strande.
Behold, nations are as a drop out of a bucket, and as the small dust of the balance are they accounted: behold, isles are like the flying dust.
16 Libanon giver ej Brændsel, dets Dyr ej Brændoffer nok.
And Lebanon is not sufficient for burning, and its beasts do not suffice for burnt-offering.
17 Alle Folk er som intet for ham, for Luft og Tomhed at regne.
All the nations are as naught before him; less than nothing, and vanity are they accounted to him.
18 Med hvem vil I ligne Gud, hvad stiller I op som hans Lige?
To whom then will ye liken God? or what likeness will ye compare unto him?
19 Et Billede — det støber en Mester, en Guldsmed lægger Guld derpaa, og Sølvkæder støber en anden.
The graven image the artificer hath cast and the goldsmith hath overspread it with gold, and fabricated [on it] silver chains.
20 Den, som vil rejse en Afgud, vælger sig Træ, som ej raadner; han søger sig en kyndig Mester til at rejse et Billede, som staar.
He that is skilled in the choice chooseth a wood that will not rot; he seeketh unto himself a skilful workman to prepare a graven image, that shall not be moved.
21 Ved I, hører I det ikke, er det ikke forkyndt jer for længst? Har I da ikke skønnet det, fra Jordens Grundvold blev lagt?
Know ye not? hath it not been told you from the beginning? have ye not paid attention to the foundations of the earth?
22 Han troner over Jordens Kreds, som Græshopper er dens Beboere; han udbreder Himlen som en Dug og spænder den ud som et Teltbo.
[It is he] that dwelleth above the circle of the earth, while its inhabitants are as grasshoppers; that stretched out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;
23 Fyrster gør han til intet, Jordens Dommere til Luft.
That bringeth princes to naught; rendering the judges of the earth as vanity.
24 Knap er de plantet, knap er de saaet, knap har Stiklingen Rod i Jorden, saa aander han paa dem, de visner; som Straa fejer Storm dem bort.
Yes, they were not yet planted; yea, they were not yet sown; yea, their stem had not yet taken root in the earth: when he but breathed upon them, and they withered, and the storm-wind carrieth them away as stubble.
25 Hvem vil I ligne mig med som min Ligemand? siger den Hellige.
To whom then will ye liken me, that I should be equal to? saith the Holy One.
26 Løft eders Blik til Himlen og se: Hvo skabte disse? Han mønstrer deres Hær efter Tal, kalder hver enkelt ved Navn; saa stor er hans Kraft og Vælde, at ikke en eneste mangler.
Lift up your eyes on high, and see who hath created these? he that bringeth out their host by number; that calleth them all by name; from the Mighty One not one escapeth.
27 Hvorfor siger du, Jakob, hvi taler du, Israel, saa: »Min Vej er skjult for HERREN, min Ret gled min Gud af Hænde.«
Why wilt thou say, O Jacob, and speak, O Israel, My way is hidden from the Lord, and my cause hath passed from the cognizance of my God?
28 Ved du, hørte du ikke, at HERREN er en evig Gud, den vide Jord har han skabt? Han trættes og mattes ikke, hans Indsigt udgrundes ikke;
Dost thou not know? hast thou not heard? The God of everlasting is the Lord, is the Creator of the ends of the earth; he will not be faint and weary; unsearchable is his understanding.
29 han giver den trætte Kraft, den svage Fylde af Styrke.
He giveth to the faint strength; and to the powerless he imparteth much might.
30 Ynglinge trættes og mattes, Ungersvende snubler brat,
Though youths should grow faint and be weary, and young men should utterly stumble:
31 ny Kraft faar de, der bier paa HERREN, de faar nye Svingfjer som Ørnen; de løber uden at mattes, vandrer uden at trættes.
Yet they that wait upon the Lord shall acquire new strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk, and not become faint.
