< Esajas 5 >
1 Jeg vil synge en Sang om min Ven, en Kærlighedssang om hans Vingaard: Min Ven, han havde en Vingaard paa en frugtbar Høj.
Let me sing, I pray you, for my beloved, A song of my beloved as to his vineyard: My beloved hath a vineyard in a fruitful hill,
2 Han grov den, rensed den for Sten og plantede ædle Ranker; han bygged et Vagttaarn deri og huggede ogsaa en Perse. Men den bar vilde Druer, skønt han ventede Høst af ædle.
And he fenceth it, and casteth out its stones, And planteth it [with] a choice vine, And buildeth a tower in its midst, And also a wine press hath hewn out in it, And he waiteth for the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!
3 Og nu, Jerusalems Borgere, Judas Mænd, skift Ret mellem mig og min Vingaard!
And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, and man of Judah, Judge, I pray you, between me and my vineyard.
4 Hvad mer var at gøre ved Vingaarden, hvad lod jeg ugjort? Hvi bar den vilde Druer, skønt jeg ventede Høst af ædle?
What — to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!
5 Saa vil jeg da lade jer vide, hvad jeg vil gøre ved min Vingaard: Nedrive dens Hegn, saa den ædes op, nedbryde dens Mur, saa den trampes ned!
And now, pray, let me cause you to know, That which I am doing to my vineyard, To turn aside its hedge, And it hath been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it hath been for a treading-place.
6 Jeg lægger den øde; den skal ikke beskæres og ikke graves, men gro sammen i Torn og Tidsel; og Skyerne giver jeg Paabud om ikke at sende den Regn.
And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From raining upon it rain.
7 Thi Hærskarers HERRES Vingaard er Israels Hus, og Judas Mænd er hans Yndlingsplantning. Han vented paa Retfærd — se, der kom Letfærd, han vented paa Lov — se, Skrig over Rov!
Because the vineyard of Jehovah of Hosts [Is] the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waiteth for judgment, and lo, oppression, For righteousness, and lo, a cry.
8 Ve dem, der føjer Hus til Hus, dem, der lægger Mark til Mark, saa der ikke er Plads tilbage, men kun I har Landet i Eje.
Woe [to] those joining house to house, Field to field they bring near, till there is no place, And ye have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!
9 Det lyder i mine Ører fra Hærskarers HERRE: »For vist skal de mange Huse blive øde, de store og smukke skal ingen bebo;
By the weapons of Jehovah of Hosts Do not many houses a desolation become? Great and good without inhabitant!
10 thi paa ti Tønder Vinland skal høstes en Bat, af en Homers Udsæd skal høstes en Efa.«
For ten acres of vineyard do yield one bath, And an homer of seed yieldeth an ephah.
11 Ve dem, der aarle jager efter Drik og ud paa Natten blusser af Vin!
Woe [to] those rising early in the morning, Strong drink they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!
12 Med Citre og Harper holder de Gilde, med Haandpauker, Fløjter og Vin, men ser ikke HERRENS Gerning, har ej Syn for hans Hænders Værk.
And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of His hands they have not seen.
13 Derfor skal mit Folk føres bort, før det ved det, dets Adel blive Hungerens Bytte, dets Hob vansmægte af Tørst.
Therefore my people removed without knowledge, And its honourable ones are famished, And its multitude dried up of thirst.
14 Derfor vokser Dødsrigets Gridskhed, det spiler sit Gab uden Grænse; dets Stormænd styrter derned, dets larmende, lystige Slæng. (Sheol )
Therefore hath Sheol enlarged herself, And hath opened her mouth without limit. And gone down hath its honour, and its multitude, And its noise, and its exulting one — into her. (Sheol )
15 Mennesket bøjes, og Manden ydmyges, de stolte slaar Øjnene ned;
And bowed down is the low, and humbled the high, And the eyes of the haughty become low,
16 men Hærskarers HERRE ophøjes ved Dommen, den hellige Gud bliver helliget ved Retfærd.
And Jehovah of Hosts is high in judgment, And the Holy God sanctified in righteousness,
17 Og der gaar Faar paa Græs, Geder afgnaver omkomnes Tomter.
And fed have lambs according to their leading, And waste places of the fat ones Do sojourners consume.
18 Ve dem, der trækker Straffen hid med Brødens Skagler og Syndebod hid som med Vognreb,
Woe [to] those drawing out iniquity with cords of vanity, And as [with] thick ropes of the cart — sin.
19 som siger: »Lad ham skynde sig, haste med sit Værk, saa vi faar det at se; lad Israels Helliges Raad dog komme snart, at vi kan kende det!«
Who are saying, 'Let Him hurry, Let Him hasten His work, that we may see, And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel Draw near and come, and we know.'
20 Ve dem, der kalder ondt for godt og godt for ondt, gør Mørke til Lys og Lys til Mørke, gør beskt til sødt og sødt til beskt!
Woe [to] those saying to evil 'good,' And to good 'evil,' Putting darkness for light, and light for darkness, Putting bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.
21 Ve dem, der tykkes sig vise og er kloge i egne Tanker!
Woe [to] the wise in their own eyes, And — before their own faces — intelligent!
22 Ve dem, der er Helte til at drikke Vin og vældige til at blande stærke Drikke,
Woe [to] the mighty to drink wine, And men of strength to mingle strong drink.
23 som for Gave giver den skyldige Ret og røver den skyldfri Retten, han har.
Declaring righteous the wicked for a bribe, And the righteousness of the righteous They turn aside from him.
24 Derfor, som Ildens Tunge æder Straa og Hø synker sammen i Luen, saa skal deres Rod blive raadden, deres Blomst henvejres som Støv; thi om Hærskarers HERRES Lov lod de haant og ringeagted Israels Helliges Ord.
Therefore, as a tongue of fire devoureth stubble, And flaming hay falleth, Their root is as muck, And their flower as dust goeth up. Because they have rejected the law of Jehovah of Hosts, And the saying of the Holy One of Israel despised.
25 Saa blusser da HERRENS Vrede mod hans Folk, og han udrækker Haanden imod det og slaar det, saa Bjergene skælver og Ligene ligger som Skarn paa Gaden. Men trods alt har hans Vrede ej lagt sig, hans Haand er fremdeles rakt ud.
Therefore hath the anger of Jehovah burned among His people, And He stretcheth out His hand against it, And smiteth it, and the mountains tremble, And their carcase is as filth in the midst of the out-places. With all this His anger did not turn back, And still His hand is stretched out!
26 For et Folk i det fjerne løfter han Banner og fløjter det hid fra Jordens Ende; og se, det kommer hastigt og let.
And He lifted up an ensign to nations afar off, And hissed to it from the end of the earth, And lo, with haste, swift it cometh.
27 Ingen iblandt dem er træt eller snubler, ingen blunder, og ingen sover; Bæltet om Lænden løsnes ikke, Skoens Rem springer ikke op;
There is none weary, nor stumbling in it, It doth not slumber, nor sleep, Nor opened hath been the girdle of its loins, Nor drawn away the latchet of its sandals.
28 hvæssede er dets Pile, alle dets Buer spændte; som Flint er Hestenes Hove, dets Vognhjul som Hvirvelvind.
Whose arrows [are] sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!
29 Det har et Brøl som en Løve, brøler som unge Løver, brummende griber det Byttet, bjærger det, ingen kan fri det.
Its roaring [is] like a lioness, It roareth like young lions, And it howleth, and seizeth prey, And carrieth away safely, and there is none delivering.
30 Men paa hin Dag skal der bryde en Brummen løs imod det, som naar Havet brummer; og skuer det ud over Jorden, se, da er der Trængselsmørke, Lyset slukkes af tykke Skyer.
And it howleth against it in that day as the howling of a sea, And it hath looked attentively to the land, And lo, darkness — distress, And light hath been darkened by its abundance!