Esajas 57

1 Den retfærdige omkom, og ingen tænkte derover, fromme Mænd reves bort, det ænsede ingen; thi bort blev den retfærdige revet for Ondskabens Skyld

The righteous man perishes, and no man lays it to heart. And merciful men are taken away; none considering that the righteous man is taken away from the evil.

2 og gik ind til Fred; paa Gravlejet hviler nu de, som vandrede ret.

He enters into peace. They rest in their beds, each one who walks in his uprightness.

3 Men I, kom nu her, I Troldkvindens Børn, I, Horkarls og Skøges Yngel:

But draw near here, ye sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer and the harlot.

4 Hvem er det, I spotter? Hvem vrænger I Mund, hvem rækker I Tunge ad? Er I ej Syndens Børn og Løgnens Yngel?

Against whom do ye sport yourselves, against whom ye make a wide mouth, and put out the tongue? Are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood,

5 I, som er i Brynde ved Ege, under hvert grønt Træ, I, som slagter Børn i Dale, i Klippernes Kløfter!

ye who inflame yourselves among the oaks, under every green tree, who kill the children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks?

6 Dalenes glatte Sten er din Del og din Lod, du udgyder Drikofre for dem, bringer dem Gaver. Skal jeg være tilfreds med sligt?

Among the smooth stones of the valley is thy portion. They, they are thy lot, even to them thou have poured a drink offering; thou have offered an oblation. Shall I be appeased for these things?

7 Paa høje og knejsende Bjerge redte du Leje, ogsaa der steg du op for at slagte dit Offer;

Upon a high and lofty mountain thou have set thy bed. Thou also went up there to offer sacrifice.

8 bag Døren og Dørens Stolpe satte du dit Tegn; thi du sveg mig og blotted dig, steg op, gjorde lejet bredt, købte Samlejets Elskov af dem, saa deres Skam;

And behind the doors and the posts thou have set up thy memorial. For thou have uncovered thyself to another than me, and have gone up. Thou have enlarged thy bed, and made thee a covenant with them. Thou loved their bed where thou saw it.

9 du salved dig med Olie for Molok og ødsled med Røgelse, sendte dine Bud til det fjerne, steg ned til Dødsriget, (Sheol h7585)

And thou went to the king with oil, and increased thy perfumes, and sent thine ambassadors far off, and debased thyself even to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)

10 du blev træt af den lange Vej, men opgav ej Ævred; du samlede atter din Kraft og gav ikke op.

Thou were wearied with the length of thy way, yet thou did not say, It is in vain. Thou found a quickening of thy strength, therefore thou were not faint.

11 For hvem var du ræd og angst? Thi paa Løgn var du inde, og mig kom du ikke i Hu, brød dig ikke om mig. Jeg er jo stum og blind, mig frygted du ikke.

And of whom have thou been afraid and in fear, that thou lie, and have not remembered me, nor laid it to thy heart? Have I not held my peace even of long time, and thou do not fear me?

12 Ja, jeg vil forkynde din Retfærd og dine Gerninger;

I will declare thy righteousness. And as for thy works, they shall not profit thee.

13 din Gudeflok hjælper og redder dig ej paa dit Raab; en Storm bortfejer dem alle, et Vindstød tager dem. Men den, der lider paa mig, skal arve Landet og eje mit hellige Bjerg.

When thou cry, let those whom thou have gathered deliver thee. But the wind shall take them; a breath shall carry them all away. But he who takes refuge in me shall possess the land, and shall inherit my holy mountain.

14 Og det lyder: »Byg Vej, byg Vej og ban den, ryd Hindringer bort for mit Folk!«

And he will say, Cast ye up, cast ye up, prepare the way. Take up the stumbling-block out of the way of my people.

15 Thi saa siger den højt ophøjede, som troner evigt, hvis Navn er »Hellig«: I Højhed og Hellighed bor jeg, hos den knuste, i Aanden bøjede for at kalde de bøjedes Aand og de knustes Hjerte til Live.

For thus says the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, also with him who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.

16 Thi evigt gaar jeg ikke i Rette, evindelig vredes jeg ej; saa vansmægted Aanden for mit Ansigt, Sjæle, som jeg har skabt.

For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry, for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls that I have made.

17 For hans Gridskheds Skyld blev jeg vred, slog ham og skjulte mig i Harme; han fulgte i Frafald sit Hjertes Vej.

For the iniquity of his covetousness I was angry, and smote him. I hid my face and was angry, and he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.

18 Jeg saa hans Vej, men nu vil jeg læge og lede ham og give ham Trøst til Bod;

I have seen his ways, and will heal him. I will lead him also, and restore comforts to him and to his mourners.

19 hos de sørgende skaber jeg Læbernes Frugt, Fred, Fred for fjern og nær, siger HERREN, og nu vil jeg læge ham.

I create the fruit of the lips. Peace, peace, to him who is far off and to him who is near, says Jehovah, and I will heal him.

20 Men de gudløse er som det oprørte Hav, der ikke kan komme til Ro, hvis Bølger opskyller Mudder og Dynd.

But the wicked are like the troubled sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.

21 De gudløse har ingen Fred, siger min Gud.

There is no peace, says my God, to the wicked.