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
See how the just man has perished, and no one lays [it] to heart: and righteous men are taken away, and no one considers: for the righteous has been removed out of the way of injustice.
2 og gik ind til Fred; paa Gravlejet hviler nu de, som vandrede ret.
His burial shall be in peace: he has been removed out of the way.
3 Men I, kom nu her, I Troldkvindens Børn, I, Horkarls og Skøges Yngel:
But draw ye near hither, ye lawless children, the seed of adulterers 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?
Wherein have ye been rioting? and against whom have ye opened your mouth, and against whom have ye loosed your tongue? are ye not children of perdition? a lawless seed?
5 I, som er i Brynde ved Ege, under hvert grønt Træ, I, som slagter Børn i Dale, i Klippernes Kløfter!
who call upon idols under the leafy trees, slaying your children in the valleys among 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?
That is thy portion, this is thy lot: and to them hast thou poured forth drink-offerings, and to these hast thou offered meat-offerings. Shall I not therefore be angry for these things?
7 Paa høje og knejsende Bjerge redte du Leje, ogsaa der steg du op for at slagte dit Offer;
On a lofty and high mountain, there is thy bed, and thither thou carriedst up thy meat-offerings:
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 posts of thy door thou didst place thy memorials. Didst thou think that if thou shouldest depart from me, thou wouldest gain? thou hast loved those that lay with thee;
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 hast multiplied thy whoredom with them, and thou hast increased the number of them that are far from thee, and hast sent ambassadors beyond thy borders, and hast been debased even to hell. (Sheol h7585)
10 du blev træt af den lange Vej, men opgav ej Ævred; du samlede atter din Kraft og gav ikke op.
Thou has wearied thyself with thy many ways; yet thou saidst not, I will cease to strengthen myself: for thou has done these things; therefore thou has not supplicated me.
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.
Through dread of whom hast thou feared, and lied against me, and has not remembered, nor considered me, nor regarded me, yea, though when I see thee I pass thee by, yet thou has not feared me.
12 Ja, jeg vil forkynde din Retfærd og dine Gerninger;
And I will declare thy righteousness, and thy sins, which 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 criest out, let them deliver thee in thine affliction: for all these the wind shall take, and the tempest shall carry [them] away: but they that cleave to 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 they shall say, Clear the ways before him, and take up the stumbling-blocks 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.
Thus saith the Most High, who dwells on high for ever, Holy in the holies, is his name, the Most High resting in the holies, and giving patience to the faint-hearted, and giving life to the broken-hearted:
16 Thi evigt gaar jeg ikke i Rette, evindelig vredes jeg ej; saa vansmægted Aanden for mit Ansigt, Sjæle, som jeg har skabt.
I will not take vengeance on you for ever, neither will I be always angry with you: for my Spirit shall go forth from me, and I have created all breath.
17 For hans Gridskheds Skyld blev jeg vred, slog ham og skjulte mig i Harme; han fulgte i Frafald sit Hjertes Vej.
On account of sin for a little while I grieved him, and smote him, and turned away my face from him; and he was grieved, and he went on sorrowful in his ways.
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 healed him, and comforted him, and given him true comfort;
19 hos de sørgende skaber jeg Læbernes Frugt, Fred, Fred for fjern og nær, siger HERREN, og nu vil jeg læge ham.
peace upon peace to them that are far off, and to them that are nigh: and the Lord has said, I will heal them.
20 Men de gudløse er som det oprørte Hav, der ikke kan komme til Ro, hvis Bølger opskyller Mudder og Dynd.
But the unrighteous shall be tossed as troubled waves, and shall not be able to rest.
21 De gudløse har ingen Fred, siger min Gud.
There is no joy to the ungodly, said God.
