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 perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and pious men are taken away, without one considering that before the evil the righteous is taken away.

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

He shall come [to his fathers] in peace: they shall repose in their resting-place, every one that walketh in his uprightness.

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

But ye draw near hither, 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?

Over whom will you make yourselves merry? concerning whom will you open wide your mouth, stretch out your 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!

That are inflamed after the idols under every green tree; that slaughter 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?

Of the smooth stones of the valley is thy portion; they, they are thy lot: even to them hast thou poured out a drink-offering, hast thou offered a meat-offering. Shall I for these things repent me [of the evil]?

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 hast thou placed thy couch: even thither wentest thou up 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 door-posts hast thou placed thy [mark of] remembrance; for [departing] from me, thou hast laid open, and art gone up, —hast enlarged thy couch, and made thee a covenant with some of them; thou hast loved their lying with thee, hast selected a fitting place.

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 didst show thyself unto the king without ointment, and thou didst multiply thy perfumes, and thou didst send out thy messengers even into the far-off distance, and didst debase thyself even down to the nether world. (Sheol h7585)

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

Though thou art wearied by the length of thy way, yet saidst thou not, It is useless: thou hadst found enough for thy hand; therefore didst thou feel no care.

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 hadst thou dread or fear, that thou becamest false, and didst not remember me, nor lay it to thy heart? is it not so? I kept silence, and this from earliest times, and therefore thou fearest me not!

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

I, I ever tell thee [what deeds would be] thy righteousness; but thy works—these indeed will 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, let thy masses of idols deliver thee; but all of them will the wind carry away, a breath will take them off; but he that putteth his trust 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, clear out the way, lift up every 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 hath said the high and lofty One, who inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy, In the high and holy place do I dwell, yet also with the contrite and humble of 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 not to eternity will I contend, neither will I be for ever wroth: when the spirit from before me is overwhelmed, and the souls which 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.

Because of the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and I smote him, hiding my face, and was wroth: while he went on frowardly in the way of his own heart.

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

I [now] see his ways, and I will heal him; and I will guide him, and bestow full comforts on him and on his mourners;

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

Creating the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace to him that is afar off, and to him that is near, saith the Lord; 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 can never be at rest, but its waters cast up mire and dirt.

21 De gudløse har ingen Fred, siger min Gud.

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