Esajas 54

1 Jubl, du golde, der ej fødte, jubl og fryd dig, du uden Veer! Thi den forladtes Børn er flere end Hustruens Børn, siger HERREN.

Sing, O barren one, that thou hast not born: break forth into song, and rejoice aloud, that thou hast not travailed; for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife, saith the Lord.

2 Vid Rummet ud i dit Telt, spar ikke, men udspænd din Boligs Tæpper. Du maa gøre dine Teltreb lange og slaa dine Teltpæle fast.

Enlarge the space of thy tent, and let them stretch forth the curtains of thy habitations, —spare not: lengthen thy cords, and strengthen thy stakes;

3 Thi du skal brede dig til højre og venstre, dit Afkom tage Folk i Eje og bo i de øde Byer.

For to the right and to the left shalt thou spread forth; and thy seed shall drive out nations, desolate cities shall they repeople.

4 Frygt ej, du skal ikke beskæmmes, vær ej ræd, du skal ikke skuffes! Thi din Ungdoms Skam skal du glemme, ej mindes din Enkestands Skændsel.

Fear not, for thou shalt not be made ashamed; and be not confounded, for thou shalt not be put to the blush; for the shame of thy youth shalt thou forget, and the reproach of thy widowhood shalt thou not remember any more.

5 Thi din Ægtemand er din Skaber, hans Navn er Hærskarers HERRE, din Genløser er Israels Hellige, han kaldes al Jordens Gud.

For thy husband is thy Maker, the Lord of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer is the Holy One of Israel, “The God of all the earth,” shall he be called.

6 Som en Hustru, der sidder forladt med Sorg i Sinde, har HERREN kaldt dig. En Ungdomsviv, kan hun forstødes? siger din Gud.

For as a woman forsaken and grieved in spirit did the Lord call thee back, and as a wife of youth, that was rejected, saith thy God.

7 Jeg forlod dig et lidet Øjeblik, men favner dig i stor Barmhjertighed;

But for a brief moment have I forsaken thee; but with great mercies will I again receive thee.

8 jeg skjulte i skummende Vrede et Øjeblik mit Aasyn for dig, men forbarmer mig med evig Kærlighed, siger din Genløser, HERREN.

In a little wrath did I hide my face for a moment from thee; but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith thy Redeemer the Lord.

9 Mig er det som Noas Dage: Som jeg svor, at Noas Vande ej mer skulde oversvømme Jorden, saa sværger jeg nu, at jeg aldrig vil vredes og skænde paa dig.

For as the waters of Noah is this unto me; as I have sworn that the waters of Noah should no more pass over the earth: so have I sworn that I would not be wroth with thee, nor rebuke thee.

10 Om ogsaa Bjergene viger, om ogsaa Højene rokkes, min Kærlighed viger ej fra dig, min Fredspagt rokkes ikke, saa siger HERREN, din Forbarmer.

For the mountains may depart, and the hills may be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith he that hath mercy on thee, the Lord.

11 Du arme, forblæste, utrøstede! Se, jeg bygger dig op med Smaragder, lægger din Grund med Safirer,

O thou afflicted, tossed by the tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colors, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.

12 af Rubiner sætter jeg Tinderne, og Portene gør jeg af Karfunkler, af Ædelsten hele din Ringmur.

And I will make of rubies thy battlements, and thy gates into carbuncle-stones, and all thy borders into precious stones.

13 Alle dine Børn bliver oplært af HERREN, og stor bliver Børnenes Fred;

And all thy children shall be disciples of the Lord; and great shall be the peace of thy children.

14 i Retfærd skal du grundfæstes. Vær tryg for Vold, du har intet at frygte, for Rædsler, de kommer dig ikke nær!

In righteousness shalt thou be established: keep far from oppression, for thou shalt not fear; and from terror, for it shall not come near unto thee.

15 Angribes du, er det uden min Vilje, falde skal hver, som angriber dig;

Behold, they that assemble together, are nothing without me: whatsoever assembleth together against thee shall fall under thy power.

16 det er mig, der skaber Smeden, som blæser en Kulild op og tilvirker Vaaben ved sin Kunst, men Ødelæggeren skaber jeg ogsaa.

Behold, I have created the smith that bloweth the coals in the fire, and that bringeth forth an instrument for his work; and I have also created the waster to destroy.

17 Intet Vaaben, der smedes mod dig, skal du, hver Tunge, der trætter med dig, faar du dømt. Dette er HERRENS Tjeneres Lod, den Retfærd, jeg giver dem, lyder det fra HERREN.

No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that will rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their due reward from me, saith the Lord.

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