Esajas 63
1 Hvem kommer der fra Edom, i Højrøde Klæder fra Bozra, han i det bølgende Klædebon, stolt i sin vældige Kraft? »Det er mig, som taler i Retfærd, vældig til at frelse!«
WHO is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? this that is glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatness of his strength? I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save.
2 Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?
Wherefore art thou red in thine apparel, and thy garments like him that treadeth in the winefat?
3 »Jeg traadte Vinpersen ene, af Folkeslagene var ingen med mig; jeg traadte dem i min Vrede, tramped dem i min Harme; da sprøjted deres Blod paa mine Klæder, jeg tilsøled hele min Klædning.
I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.
4 Thi til Hævnens Dag stod min Hu, mit Genløsningsaar var kommet.
For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.
5 Jeg spejded, men ingen hjalp til, jeg studsed, men ingen stod mig bi. Da kom min Arm mig til Hjælp, og min Harme, den stod mig bi;
And I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore mine own arm brought salvation unto me; and my fury, it upheld me.
6 jeg søndertraadte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden.«
And I will tread down the people in mine anger, and make them drunk in my fury, and I will bring down their strength to the earth.
7 Jeg vil synge om HERRENS Naade, kvæde hans Pris, efter alt, hvad HERREN har gjort os, huld imod Israels Hus, gjort os efter sin Miskundhed, sin Naades Fylde.
I will mention the lovingkindnesses of the Lord, and the praises of the Lord, according to all that the Lord hath bestowed on us, and the great goodness toward the house of Israel, which he hath bestowed on them according to his mercies, and according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses.
8 Han sagde: »De er jo mit Folk, de er Børn, som ej sviger.« Og en Frelser blev han for dem
For he said, Surely they are my people, children that will not lie: so he was their Saviour.
9 i al deres Trængsel; intet Bud, ingen Engel, hans Aasyn frelste dem. I sin Kærlighed og Skaansel genløste han dem, han løfted og bar dem alle Fortidens Dage.
In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them: in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bare them, and carried them all the days of old.
10 Men de stred imod og bedrøved hans hellige Aand; saa blev han deres Fjende, han kæmped imod dem.
But they rebelled, and vexed his holy Spirit: therefore he was turned to be their enemy, and he fought against them.
11 Da tænkte hans Folk paa gamle Dage, paa Moses: »Hvor er han, som drog sit Smaakvægs Hyrde op af Vandet? Hvor er han, som lagde sin hellige Aand i hans Hjerte,
Then he remembered the days of old, Moses, and his people, saying, Where is he that brought them up out of the sea with the shepherd of his flock? where is he that put his holy Spirit within him?
12 lod vandre sin herlige Arm ved Moses's højre, kløvede Vandet for dem og vandt et evigt Navn,
That led them by the right hand of Moses with his glorious arm, dividing the water before them, to make himself an everlasting name?
13 førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest paa Steppen?
That led them through the deep, as an horse in the wilderness, that they should not stumble?
14 Som Kvæg, der gaar ned i Dalen, snubled de ikke. Dem ledte HERRENS Aand. Saaledes ledte du dit Folk for at vinde dig et herligt Navn.«
As a beast goeth down into the valley, the Spirit of the Lord caused him to rest: so didst thou lead thy people, to make thyself a glorious name.
15 Sku ned fra Himlen, se ud fra din hellige, herlige Bolig! Hvor er din Nidkærhed og Vælde, dit svulmende Hjerte, din Medynk? Hold dig ikke tilbage,
Look down from heaven, and behold from the habitation of thy holiness and of thy glory: where is thy zeal and thy strength, the sounding of thy bowels and of thy mercies toward me? are they restrained?
16 du, som dog er vor Fader. Thi Abraham ved ej af os, Israel kendes ej ved os, men du er vor Fader, HERRE, »vor Genløser« hed du fra Evighed.
Doubtless thou art our father, though Abraham be ignorant of us, and Israel acknowledge us not: thou, O Lord, art our father, our redeemer; thy name is from everlasting.
17 Hvi leder du os vild fra dine Veje, HERRE, forhærder vort Hjerte mod din Frygt? Vend tilbage for dine Tjeneres, din Arvelods Stammers Skyld!
O Lord, why hast thou made us to err from thy ways, and hardened our heart from thy fear? Return for thy servants’ sake, the tribes of thine inheritance.
18 Hvi har gudløse traadt i din Helligdom, vore Fjender nedtrampet dit Tempel?
The people of thy holiness have possessed it but a little while: our adversaries have trodden down thy sanctuary.
19 Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.
We are thine: thou never barest rule over them; they were not called by thy name.
