Esajas 51

1 Hør mig, I, som jager efter Retfærd, som søger HERREN! Se til Klippen, I huggedes af, til Gruben, af hvilken I brødes,

Hearken to me, all of you that follow after righteousness, all of you that seek the LORD: look unto the rock whence all of you are hewn, and to the hole of the pit whence all of you are dug.

2 se til eders Fader, Abraham, til Sara, der fødte eder: Da jeg kaldte ham, var han kun een, jeg velsigned ham, gjorde ham til mange.

Look unto Abraham your father, and unto Sarah that bare you: for I called him alone, and blessed him, and increased him.

3 Thi HERREN trøster Zion, trøster alle dets Tomter, han gør dets Ørk som Eden, dets Ødemark som HERRENS Have; der skal findes Fryd og Glæde, Lovsang og Strengespil.

For the LORD shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the LORD; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.

4 I Folkeslag, lyt til mig, I Folkefærd, laan mig Øre! Thi Lov gaar ud fra mig, min Ret som Folkeslags Lys;

Hearken unto me, my people; and give ear unto me, O my nation: for a law shall proceed from me, and I will make my judgment to rest for a light of the people.

5 min Retfærd nærmer sig hastigt, min Frelse oprinder, mine Arme bringer Folkeslag Ret; fjerne Strande bier paa mig og længes efter min Arm.

My righteousness is near; my salvation is gone forth, and mine arms shall judge the people; the isles shall wait upon me, and on mine arm shall they trust.

6 Løft eders Øjne mod Himlen og se paa Jorden hernede! Thi Himlen skal svinde som Røg, Jorden som en opslidt Klædning, dens Beboere skal dø som Myg. Men min Frelse varer evigt, min Retfærd ophører aldrig.

Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look upon the earth beneath: for the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall wax old like a garment, and they that dwell therein shall die in like manner: but my salvation shall be for ever, and my righteousness shall not be abolished.

7 Hør mig, I, som kender Retfærd, du Folk med min Lov i dit Hjerte, frygt ej Menneskers Haan, vær ikke ræd for deres Spot!

Hearken unto me, all of you that know righteousness, the people in whose heart is my law; fear all of you not the reproach of men, neither be all of you afraid of their revilings.

8 Som en Klædning skal Møl fortære dem, Orm fortære dem som Uld, men min Retfærd varer evigt, min Frelse fra Slægt til Slægt.

For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool: but my righteousness shall be for ever, and my salvation from generation to generation.

9 Vaagn op, vaagn op, HERRENS Arm, og ifør dig Styrke, vaagn op som i henfarne Dage, i Urtidens Slægter! Mon du ej kløvede Rahab, gennembored Dragen,

Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the LORD; awake, as in the ancient days, in the generations of old. Are you not it that has cut Rahab, and wounded the dragon?

10 mon du ej udtørred Havet, Stordybets Vande, gjorde Havets dyb til en Vej, hvor de genløste gik?

Are you not it which has dried the sea, the waters of the great deep; that has made the depths of the sea a way for the ransomed to pass over?

11 HERRENS forløste vender hjem, de drager til Zion med Jubel med evig Glæde om Issen; Fryd og Glæde faar de, Sorg og Suk skal fly.

Therefore the redeemed of the LORD shall return, and come with singing unto Zion; and everlasting joy shall be upon their head: they shall obtain gladness and joy; and sorrow and mourning shall flee away.

12 Jeg, jeg er eders Trøster, hvem er da du, at du frygter dødelige, jordiske Mennesker, der bliver som Græs,

I, even I, am he that comforts you: who are you, that you should be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass;

13 at du glemmer HERREN, din Skaber, der udspændte Himlen og grundfæsted Jorden, at du altid Dagen lang frygter for Undertrykkerens Vrede. Saa snart han vil til at lægge øde, hvor er da Undertrykkerens Vrede?

And forget the LORD your maker, that has stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth; and have feared continually every day because of the fury of the oppressor, as if he were ready to destroy? and where is the fury of the oppressor?

14 Snart skal den krumsluttede løses og ikke dø og synke i Graven eller mangle Brød,

The captive exile hastens that he may be loosed, and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should fail.

15 saa sandt jeg er HERREN din Gud, som rører Havet, saa Bølgerne bruser, den, hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE.

But I am the LORD your God, that divided the sea, whose waves roared: The LORD of hosts is his name.

16 jeg lægger mine Ord i din Mund og gemmer dig under min Haands Skygge for at udspænde Himmelen og grundfæste Jorden og sige til Zion: »Du er mit Folk.«

And I have put my words in your mouth, and I have covered you in the shadow of mine hand, that I may plant the heavens, and lay the foundations of the earth, and say unto Zion, You are my people.

17 Vaagn op, vaagn op, staa op, Jerusalem, som af HERRENS Haand fik rakt hans Vredes Bæger og tømte den berusende Kalk til sidste Draabe.

Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem, which have drunk at the hand of the LORD the cup of his fury; you have drunken the dregs of the cup of trembling, and wrung them out.

18 Af alle de Børn, hun fødte, ledte hende ingen, af alle de Børn, hun fostred, greb ingen hendes Haand.

There is none to guide her among all the sons whom she has brought forth; neither is there any that takes her by the hand of all the sons that she has brought up.

19 To Ting timedes dig — hvo ynker dig vel? Vold og Vaade, Hunger og Sværd — hvo trøster dig?

These two things are come unto you; who shall be sorry for you? desolation, and destruction, and the famine, and the sword: by whom shall I comfort you?

20 Ved alle Gadehjørner laa dine Sønner i Afmagt som i Garn Antiloper, fyldte med HERRENS Vrede, med Trusler fra din Gud.

Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as a wild bull in a net: they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.

21 Hør derfor, du arme, drukken, men ikke af Vin:

Therefore hear now this, you afflicted, and drunken, but not with wine:

22 Saa siger din Herre, HERREN, din Gud, der strider for sit Folk: Se, jeg tager den berusende Kalk fra din Haand, aldrig mer skal du drikke min Vredes Bæger;

Thus says your Lord the LORD, and your God that pleads the cause of his people, Behold, I have taken out of your hand the cup of trembling, even the dregs of the cup of my fury; you shall no more drink it again:

23 og jeg rækker det til dine Plagere, dem, som bød dig: »Bøj dig, saa vi kan gaa over!« og du gjorde din Ryg til Gulv, til Gade for Vandringsmænd.

But I will put it into the hand of them that afflict you; which have said to your soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and you have laid your body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over.