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,

Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness, you who seek Yahweh: look at the rock from which you were chiseled and to the quarry from which you were cut.

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 at Abraham, your father, and to Sarah, who bore you; for when he was a lone individual, I called him. I blessed him and made him many.

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.

Yes, Yahweh will comfort Zion; he will comfort all her waste places; her wilderness he made like Eden, and her desert plains beside the Jordan River valley like the garden of Yahweh; joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving, and the sound of singing.

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

“Be attentive to me, my people; and listen to me, my people! For I will issue a decree, and I will make my justice to be a light for the nations.

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 will go out, and my arm will judge the nations; the coastlands will wait for me; for my arm they will eagerly wait.

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 sky, and look at the earth beneath, for the heavens will vanish away like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment, and its inhabitants will die like flies. But my salvation will continue forever, and my righteousness will never stop working.

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!

Listen to me, you who know what is right, you people who have my law in your heart: Do not fear the insults of men, nor be disheartened by their abuse.

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 will eat them up like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool; but my righteousness will be forever, and my salvation to all generations.”

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, clothe yourself with strength, arm of Yahweh. Awake as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Is it not you who crushed Rahab, you who pierced the monster?

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

Did you not dry up the sea, the waters of the great deep, and make the depths of the sea into a way for the redeemed to pass through?

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.

The ransomed of Yahweh will return and come to Zion with cries of joy and with gladness forever on their heads; and gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and mourning will flee away.

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

“I, I, am he who comforts you. Why are you afraid of men, who will die, the sons of mankind, who are made like 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?

Why have you forgotten Yahweh your Maker, who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth? You are in constant dread every day because of the hot fury of the oppressor when he decides to destroy. Where is the fury of the oppressor?

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

The one who is bent down, Yahweh will hurry to release; he will not die and go down to the pit, nor will he lack bread.

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

For I am Yahweh your God, who churns up the sea so that its waves roar—Yahweh 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.«

I have placed my words in your mouth, and I have covered you in the shadow of my hand, that I may plant the heavens, lay the foundations of the earth, and say to 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, Jerusalem, you who have drunk out of the hand of Yahweh from the bowl of his anger; you who have drunk out of the bowl, down to the dregs from the cup of staggering.

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

There is no one among all the sons she has born to guide her; there is no one among all the sons that she has raised to take her by the hand.

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

These two troubles happened to you—who will grieve with you?— desolation and destruction, and the famine and the sword. Who will 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 every street corner, like an antelope in a net; they are filled with the anger of Yahweh, the rebuke of your God.

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

But now hear this, you oppressed one and drunken one, but not drunk 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;

Your Lord Yahweh, your God, who pleads the cause of his people, says this, “See, I have taken the cup of staggering from your hand— the bowl, which is the cup of my anger—so that you will not 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.

I will put it into the hand of your tormentors, those who have said to you, 'Lie down, that we may walk over you'; you made your back like the ground and like the street for them to walk on.”