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 who comes from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? this who is glorious in his clothing, marching in the greatness of his strength? "It is I who speak in righteousness, mighty to save."
2 Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?
Why are you red in your clothing, and your garments like him who treads in the wine vat?
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 peoples there was no man with me: yes, I trod them in my anger, and trampled them in my wrath; and their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments, and I have stained all my clothing.
4 Thi til Hævnens Dag stod min Hu, mit Genløsningsaar var kommet.
For the day of vengeance was in my heart, and the year of my redeemed has 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;
I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore my own arm brought salvation to me; and my wrath, it upheld me.
6 jeg søndertraadte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden.«
I trod down the peoples in my anger, and made them drunk in my wrath, and I poured out their lifeblood on 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 make mention of the loving kindnesses of the LORD and the praises of the LORD, according to all that the LORD has bestowed on us, and the great goodness toward the house of Israel, which he has bestowed on them according to his mercies, and according to the multitude of his loving kindnesses.
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 who will not deal falsely:" so he was their Savior.
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 bore 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 grieved his holy Ruach: therefore he was turned to be their enemy, and he himself 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 who brought them up out of the sea with the shepherds of his flock? Where is he who put his holy Ruach in their midst?
12 lod vandre sin herlige Arm ved Moses's højre, kløvede Vandet for dem og vandt et evigt Navn,
who caused his glorious arm to go at the right hand of Moses? who divided the waters before them, to make himself an everlasting name?
13 førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest paa Steppen?
who led them through the depths, as a horse in the wilderness, so that they did 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 the livestock that go down into the valley, the Ruach of the LORD caused them to rest; so you led your people, to make yourself 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 see from the habitation of your holiness and of your glory: where are your zeal and your mighty acts? the yearning of your heart and your compassion is restrained toward me.
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.
For you are our Father, though Abraham doesn't know us, and Israel does not acknowledge us: you, LORD, are our Father; our Redeemer from everlasting is your name.
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 do you make us to stray from your ways, and harden our heart from your fear? Return for your servants' sake, the tribes of your inheritance.
18 Hvi har gudløse traadt i din Helligdom, vore Fjender nedtrampet dit Tempel?
Your holy people possessed it but a little while: our adversaries have trodden down your sanctuary.
19 Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.
We have become as they over whom you never bear rule, as those who were not called by your name.
