Esajas 50
1 Saa siger HERREN: Hvor er eders Moders Skilsmissebrev, med hvilket jeg sendte hende bort; eller hvem var jeg noget skyldig, saa jeg solgte eder til ham? Nej, for eders Brøde solgtes I, for eders Synd blev eders Moder sendt bort.
Thus, saith Yahweh—Where then is the scroll of your mother’s divorce, whom I have put away? Or, which of my creditors, is it to whom I have sold you? Lo! for your iniquities, have ye been sold, And for your transgressions, hath your mother been put away.
2 Hvi var der da ingen, da jeg kom, hvi svarede ingen, da jeg kaldte? Er min Haand for kort til at udfri, har jeg ingen Kraft til at redde? Ved min Trusel udtørrer jeg Havet, Strømme gør jeg til Ørk, saa Fiskene raadner af Mangel paa Vand og dør af Tørst;
Wherefore, When I came in, was there no one? When I called, was there none to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst:
3 jeg klæder Himlen i sort og hyller den ind i Sæk.
I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
4 Den Herre HERREN gav mig Lærlinges Tunge, at jeg skulde vide at styrke de trætte med Ord; han vækker hver Morgen mit Øre, han vækker det til at høre, som Lærlinge hører.
My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, —He kept wakening—morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;
5 Den Herre HERREN aabned mit Øre, og jeg stred ikke imod, jeg unddrog mig ikke;
My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
6 min Ryg bød jeg frem til Hug, mit Skæg til at rives, mit Ansigt skjulte jeg ikke for Haan og Spyt.
My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, —My face, hid I not from insult and spitting.
7 Mig hjælper den Herre HERREN, saa jeg ikke beskæmmes; jeg gør derfor mit Ansigt som Sten og ved, jeg bliver ikke til Skamme.
Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, —Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame.
8 Min Retfærdiggører er nær; lad os mødes, om nogen vil Strid; om nogen vil trætte med mig, saa træde han hid!
At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, —Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me!
9 Se, den Herre HERREN hjælper mig, hvo vil fordømme mig? Se, alle slides op som en Klædning, Møl fortærer dem.
Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them.
10 Frygter nogen af jer HERREN, han lytte til hans Tjener, enhver, som vandrer i Mørke og uden Lys; han stole paa HERRENS Navn, søge Støtte hos sin Gud!
Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, —That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God.
11 Alle I, som optænder Ild og sætter Pile i Brand, gaa ind i eders brændende Ild, i Pilene, I tændte! Fra min Haand skal det ramme eder, i Kval skal I ligge.
Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, —Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
