Esajas 47
1 Stig ned, sid i Støvet, du Jomfru, Babels Datter, sid uden Trone paa Jorden, Kaldæernes Datter! Thi ikke mer skal du kaldes den fine, forvænte!
Go down and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of Babylonia! No longer will people call you gentle and delicate.
2 Tag fat paa Kværnen, mal Mel, læg Sløret bort, løft Slæbet, blot dine Ben og vad over Strømmen!
Go to work grinding flour with millstones. Remove your veil. Strip off your skirt, bare your legs, wade through rivers.
3 Din Blusel skal blottes, din Skam skal ses. Hævn tager jeg uden Skaansel, siger vor Genløser,
You will be seen naked; what should be kept private will be shamefully exposed. I will take vengeance—I won't spare anyone.
4 hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Hellige.
Our Redeemer—his name is the Lord Almighty—is the Holy One of Israel.
5 Sid tavs og gaa ind i Mørke, Kaldæernes Datter, thi ikke mer skal du kaldes Rigernes Dronning!
Sit quietly, and go into the darkness, daughter of Babylonia. Never again will you be called queen of all kingdoms.
6 Jeg vrededes paa mit Folk, vanæred min Arv, gav dem hen i din Haand; du viste dem ingen Medynk, du lagde dit tunge Aag paa Oldingens Nakke.
I was angry with my people, and I abandoned those who belonged to me. I handed them over to you. But you didn't show them mercy—you even mistreated old people.
7 Du sagde: »Jeg bliver evindelig Evigheds Dronning.« Du tog dig det ikke til Hjerte, brød dig ikke om Enden.
You said, “I will reign forever as the eternal queen.” But you didn't think about what was coming; you didn't remember what would happen to you in the end.
8 Saa hør nu, du yppige, du, som sidder i Tryghed, som siger i Hjertet: »Kun jeg, og ellers ingen! Aldrig skal jeg sidde Enke, ej kende til Barnløshed.«
Now listen to this, you sensual woman, sitting there so sure of yourself, saying to yourself, “I am supreme—there's nobody besides me. I shall never be a widow or experience the loss of my children.”
9 Begge Dele skal ramme dig brat samme Dag, Barnløshed og Enkestand ramme dig i fuldeste Maal, dine mange Trylleord, din megen Trolddom til Trods,
But both these things will happen to you in quick succession! In just one day you will lose your children and become a widow. You will have this experience in its totality, in spite of all your witchcraft, in spite of all your magic spells.
10 skønt du tryg i din Ondskab sagde: »ingen ser mig.« Din Visdom og Viden var det, der ledte dig vild, saa du sagde i Hjertet: »Kun jeg, og ellers ingen!«
You put your trust in your evil actions, saying “No one can see what I'm doing.” Your wisdom and knowledge seduced you, and you told yourself, “I am supreme—there's nobody besides me.”
11 Dig rammer et Onde, du ikke kan købe bort, over dig falder et Vanheld, du ikke kan sone, Undergang rammer dig brat, naar mindst du aner det.
Evil is going to strike you, and you won't be able to magic it away. Disaster will fall on you that you can't stop by paying a ransom. Destruction will suddenly hit you that you weren't expecting.
12 Kom med din Trolddom og med dine mange Trylleord, med hvilke du umaged dig fra din Ungdom, om du kan bøde derpaa og skræmme det bort.
So keep going with your magic spells and all your witchcraft, which you have worked at since you were young. Maybe you'll be successful, maybe you'll terrify people!
13 Med Raadgiverhoben sled du dig træt, lad dem møde, lad Himmelgranskerne frelse dig, Stjernekigerne, som Maaned for Maaned kundgør, hvad dig skal ske!
All the advice you've received has worn you out! Where are your astrologers, those who look to the stars for guidance, who give you their predictions every month? Let them stand up and save you from what's coming down on you!
14 Se, de er blevet som Straa, de fortæres af Ild, de frelser ikke deres Liv fra Luens Magt. »Ingen Glød til Varme, ej Baal at sidde ved!«
But look at them! They're like stubble that fire burns up completely—they can't even save their own lives from the flames. This is no fire to sit beside and grow warm!
15 Sligt faar du af dem, du umaged dig med, dine Troldmænd fra Ungdommen af; de raver hver til sin Side, dig frelser ingen.
All those people you've worked with, all those you've traded with from when you were young—they will all go their own way, nobody will come and save you.
