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? In scarlet garments from Bozrah? This that is glorious in his apparel, Proud in the greatness of his strength? I that proclaim deliverance, And am mighty to save.

2 Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?

Wherefore is thine apparel red, And thy garments like those of one that treadeth 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 wine-vat alone, And of the nations there was none with me. And I trod them in mine anger, And I trampled them in my fury, So that their life-blood was sprinkled upon my garments. And I have stained all my apparel.

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 deliverance was 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 my own arm wrought salvation for me, And my fury, it sustained me.

6 jeg søndertraadte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden.«

I trod down the nations in my anger; I crushed them in my fury, And spilled their blood upon the ground.

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 celebrate the mercy of Jehovah, the glory of Jehovah, According to all that he hath done for us; His great goodness to the house of Israel, Which he hath bestowed on it in his tender mercy, and his great kindness.

8 Han sagde: »De er jo mit Folk, de er Børn, som ej sviger.« Og en Frelser blev han for dem

He said, Truly they are my people; Children that will not be false; So he was their deliverer.

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 straits they had no distress; An angel of his presence saved them; In his love and compassion he redeemed them, He took them up and bore 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 spirit; Then did he change himself into their enemy; 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 remembered his people the ancient days, the days of Moses, [[saying, ]] Where is he that brought them up from 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 caused his glorious arm to accompany the right hand of Moses, That divided the water before them, To make to himself an everlasting name?

13 førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest paa Steppen?

That led them through the deep, As a horse through a desert, without stumbling?

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 herd descendeth into the valley, The spirit of Jehovah led them to rest. So didst thou lead thy people, To make for 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 thy holy and glorious habitation! Where is thy zeal and thy might? Thy pity and compassion for 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.

Thou, surely, art our father; Abraham is ignorant of us, And Israel knoweth us not. Thou, O Jehovah, art our father; Our deliverer wast thou of old.

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!

Why, O Jehovah, dost thou suffer us to wander from thy ways, And harden our hearts against 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?

But a little while did thy holy people possess the land; Then our enemies trampled upon thy sanctuary.

19 Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.

It has been with us as if thou hadst never ruled over us, As if we had not been called by thy name.