Esajas 42
1 Se min Tjener, ved hvem jeg holder fast, min udvalgte, hvem jeg har kær! Paa ham har jeg lagt min Aand, han skal udbrede Ret til Folkene.
Lo! my Servant, I will uphold him, My chosen, well-pleased is my soul, —I have put my spirit upon him, Justice—to the nations, will he bring forth:
2 Han raaber og skriger ikke, løfter ej Røsten paa Gaden,
He will not cry out nor will he speak loud, —Nor cause to be heard, in the street, his voice:
3 bryder ej knækket Rør og slukker ej rygende Tande. Han udbreder Ret med Troskab,
Cane that is crushed, will he not break, And wick that is fading, will he not quench, —Faithfully, will he bring forth justice:
4 vansmægter, udmattes ikke, før han faar sat Ret paa Jorden; og fjerne Strande bier paa hans Lov.
He will not fade, nor will he be crushed, Until he establish, in the earth, justice, And for his instruction, Coastlands, wait.
5 Saa siger Gud HERREN, som skabte og udspændte Himlen, udbredte Jorden med dens Grøde, gav Folkene paa den Aandedræt og dem, som vandrer der, Aande.
Thus, saith GOD himself—Yahweh, —Creator of the heavens that stretched them forth, Out-spreader of earth, and the products thereof, —Giver of breath to the people thereon, And of spirit to them who walk therein,
6 Jeg, HERREN, har kaldet dig i Retfærd og grebet dig fast om Haand; jeg vogter dig, og jeg gør dig til Folkepagt, til Hedningelys
I—Yahweh, have called thee in righteousness, And will firmly grasp thy hand, —And will keep thee And give thee—As the covenant of a people, As the light of nations:
7 for at aabne de blinde Øjne og føre de fangne fra Fængslet, fra Fangehullet Mørkets Gæster.
To open eyes that are blind, —To bring forth Out of the dungeon the captive Out of the prison, the dwellers in darkness.
8 Jeg er HERREN, saa lyder mit Navn. Jeg giver ej andre min Ære, ej Gudebilleder min Pris.
I, am Yahweh, that, is my Name, And, my glory, to another, will I not give, Nor my praise to images.
9 Hvad jeg forudsagde, se, det er sket, jeg forkynder nu nye Ting, kundgør dem, før de spirer frem.
Things told in advance, lo! they have come to pass, —And new things, am I telling, Ere yet they spring forth, I let, you, hear them.
10 Syng HERREN en ny Sang, hans Pris over Jorden vide; Havet og dets Fylde skal juble, fjerne Strande og de, som bebor dem;
Sing to Yahweh, a song that is new, His praise, from the end of the earth, —Ye that go down to the sea, and the fulness thereof, The Coastlands and ye who dwell therein.
11 Ørkenen og dens Byer stemmer i, de Lejre, hvor Kedar bor; Klippeboerne jubler, raaber fra Bjergenes Tinder;
Let the wilderness shout, and the cities thereof, The villages wherein dwelleth Kedar, —Let the inhabitants of the crag, raise shouts of triumph, From the top of the mountains, let them cry aloud:
12 HERREN giver de Ære, forkynder hans Pris paa fjerne Strande.
Let them render unto Yahweh, glory, —And, his praise, in the Coastlands let them tell.
13 HERREN drager ud som en Helt, han vækker som en Stridsmand sin Kamplyst, han udstøder Krigsskrig, han brøler, æsker sine Fjender til Strid.
Yahweh, as a hero, goeth forth, As a man of war, he stirreth up jealousy, —He giveth a cry, yea he raiseth a war-cry, Over his foes, he showeth his strength.
14 En Evighed lang har jeg tiet, været tavs og lagt Baand paa mig selv; nu skriger jeg som Kvinde i Barnsnød, stønner og snapper efter Luft.
I have held my peace from age-past times, I kept still, I restrained myself, —As a travailing woman, I pant, I breathe hard and gasp, all at once!
15 Jeg gør Bjerge og Høje tørre, afsvider alt deres Grønt, gør Strømme til udtørret Land, og Sumpe lægger jeg tørre.
I will lay waste mountains, and hills, And all their vegetation, will I wither, —And I will make rivers to be shores, And lakes, will I dry up:
16 Jeg fører blinde ad ukendt Vej, leder dem ad ukendte Stier, gør Mørket foran dem til Lys og Bakkelandet til Slette. Det er de Ting, jeg gør, og dem gaar jeg ikke fra.
Thus will I lead the blind, by a way they know not, In paths they know not, will I guide them, —I will make the place that was dark before them to be, light. And crooked ways, to be, straight, These things, have I done unto them, And have not forsaken them.
17 Vige og dybt beskæmmes skal de, som stoler paa Billeder, som siger til støbte Billeder: »I er vore Guder!«
They have drawn back They turn very pale Who have been trusting in a graven image, —Who have been saying to a molten image, Ye, are our gods!
18 I, som er døve, hør, løft Blikket, I blinde, og se!
Ye deaf hear! And ye blind look around that ye may see,
19 Hvo er blind, om ikke min Tjener, og døv som Budet, jeg sendte? Hvo er blind som min haandgangne Mand, blind som HERRENS Tjener?
Who is blind if not my Servant? Or deaf, like, my messenger whom I send? Who is, blind, like an intimate friend? Or blind like the Servant of Yahweh?
20 Meget saa han, men ænsed det ikke, trods aabne Ører hørte han ej.
Seeing many things, yet thou heedest not, Opening the ears yet he heareth not,
21 For sin Retfærds Skyld vilde HERREN løfte Loven til Højhed og Ære.
Yahweh, is well-pleased for his own righteousness’ sake, He magnifieth instruction and maketh it majestic.
22 Men Folket er plyndret og hærget; de er alle bundet i Huler, skjult i Fangers Huse, til Ran blev de, ingen redder, til Plyndring, ingen siger: »Slip dem!«
But, that, is a people preyed upon and plundered, Snared in holes, all of them, And, in houses of restraint, concealed, —They have become a prey, and there is none to deliver, —A booty, and there is none to say—Restore!
23 Hvem af jer vil lytte til dette, mærke sig og fremtidig høre det:
Who among you, will give ear to this, —Let him hearken and hear, for an aftertime?
24 Hvo hengav Jakob til Plyndring, gav Israel hen til Ransmænd? Mon ikke HERREN, mod hvem vi synded, hvis Veje de ej vilde vandre, hvis Lov de ikke hørte?
Who gave, as a booty, Jacob. And, Israel, to them who were ready to take prey? Was it not, Yahweh? He against whom we have sinned, And they were not willing, in his ways, to walk, Neither hearkened they to his instruction?
25 Han udgød over det Harme, sin Vrede og Krigens Vælde; den luede om det, det ænsed det ej, den sved det, det tog sig det ikke til Hjerte.
So he hath poured out, upon him, the glow of his anger, and the strength of battle; And it hath set him aflame round about, yet he knoweth it not, And it hath kindled upon him yet he layeth it not to heart.
