Esajas 52
1 Vaagn op, vaagn op, ifør dig din Styrke, Zion, tag dit Højtidsskrud paa, Jerusalem, hellige By! Thi uomskaarne, urene Folk skal ej mer komme ind.
Awake, awake, put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, thou holy city; for no more shall enter into thee henceforth the uncircumcised and the unclean.
2 Ryst Støvet af dig, staa op, tag Sæde, Jerusalem, fri dig for Halslænken, Zions fangne Datter!
Shake thyself free from the dust, arise, sit down, O Jerusalem: loosen thyself from the bands of thy neck, O captive, daughter of Zion.
3 Thi saa siger HERREN: For intet solgtes I, og uden Sølv skal I løskøbes.
For thus hath said the Lord, For naught were you sold, and without silver shall ye be redeemed.
4 Thi saa siger den Herre HERREN: I Begyndelsen drog mit Folk ned til Ægypten for at bo der som fremmed, og siden undertrykte Assyrien det uden Vederlag.
For thus hath said the Lord Eternal, Into Egypt went my people down aforetimes, to sojourn there, and Asshur hath oppressed it without cause.
5 Og nu? Hvad har jeg at gøre her? lyder det fra HERREN; mit Folk er jo ranet for intet. De, der hersker over det, brovter, lyder det fra HERREN, og mit Navn vanæres ustandseligt Dagen lang.
And now what have I here, saith the Lord, since my people hath been taken away for naught? its rulers vaunt aloud, saith the Lord, and continually, all the day, is my name blasphemed.
6 Derfor skal mit Folk kende mit Navn paa hin Dag, at det er mig, som har talet, ja mig.
Therefore shall my people know my name, therefore on that day, that I am he that speaketh it: here am I.
7 Hvor liflige er paa Bjergene Glædesbudets Fodtrin, han, som udraaber Fred, bringer gode Tidender, udraaber Frelse, som siger til Zion: »Din Gud har vist, han er Konge.«
How beautiful are upon the mountains the feet of the messenger of good tidings, that publisheth peace, that announceth tidings of happiness, that publisheth salvation, that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth.
8 Hør, dine Vægtere raaber, de jubler til Hobe, thi de ser for deres Øjne HERREN vende hjem til Zion.
The voice of thy watchmen, —they raise their voice, together shall they shout; for eye to eye shall they see, when the Lord returneth unto Zion.
9 Bryd ud til Hobe i Jubel, Jerusalems Tomter! Thi HERREN trøster sit Folk, genløser Jerusalem.
Break forth [in song], shout together, ye ruins of Jerusalem; the Lord hath comforted his people, he hath redeemed Jerusalem.
10 Han blotter sin hellige Arm for al Folkenes Øjne, den vide Jord skal skue Frelsen fra vor Gud.
The Lord hath made bare his holy arm before the eyes of all the nations; and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God.
11 Bort, bort, drag ud derfra, rør ej noget urent, bort, tvæt jer, I, som bærer HERRENS Kar!
Depart ye, depart ye, go out from there, touch no unclean thing; go ye out from the midst of it; cleanse yourselves, ye bearers of the vessels of the Lord.
12 Thi i Hast skal I ej drage ud, I skal ikke flygte; nej, foran eder gaar HERREN, eders Tog slutter Israels Gud.
Not in haste shall ye go out, and not in flight shall ye go; for before you goeth the Lord, and your rereward is the God of Israel.
13 Se, min Tjener faar Fremgang han stiger, løftes og ophøjes saare.
Behold, my servant shall be prosperous, he shall be exalted and extolled, and be placed very high.
14 Som mange blev maalløse over ham, — saa umenneskelig ussel saa han ud, han ligned ej Menneskenes Børn —
Just as many were astonished at thee, so greatly was his countenance marred more than any [other] man's, and his form more than [that of] the sons of men, —
15 skal Folk i Mængde undres, Konger blive stumme over ham; thi hvad ikke var sagt dem, ser de, de skuer, hvad de ikke havde hørt.
Thus will he cause many nations to jump up in [astonishment]; at him will kings shut their mouth; for what had not been told unto them shall they see, and what they had never heard shall they understand.
