Esajas 64
1 Gid du sønderrev Himlen og steg ned, saa Bjergene vakled for dit Aasyn!
If thou wouldest open the heaven, trembling will take hold upon the mountains from thee, and they shall melt,
2 Som Vokset smelter i Ild, saa lad Ild fortære dine Fjender, at dit Navn maa kendes iblandt dem og Folkene bæve for dit Aasyn,
as wax melts before the fire; and fire shall burn up the enemies, and thy name shall be manifest among the adversaries: at thy presence the nations shall be troubled,
3 naar du gør Undere, vi ikke vented, — du stiger ned, for dit Aasyn vakler Bjergene —
whenever thou shalt work gloriously; trembling from thee shall take hold upon the mountains.
4 og som ingen Sinde er hørt. Intet Øre har hørt, intet Øje har set en Gud uden dig, som hjælper den, der haaber paa ham.
From of old we have not heard, neither have our eyes seen a God beside thee, and thy works which thou wilt perform to them that wait for mercy.
5 Du ser til dem, der øver Retfærd og kommer dine Veje i Hu. Men se, du blev vred, og vi synded, og skyldige blev vi derved.
For [these blessings] shall happen to them that work righteousness, and they shall remember thy ways: behold, thou wast angry and we have sinned; therefore we have erred,
6 Som urene blev vi til Hobe, som en tilsølet Klædning al vor Retfærd. Vi visnede alle som Løvet, vor Brøde bortvejred os som Vinden.
and we are all become as unclean, and all our righteousness as a filthy rag: and we have fallen as leaves because of our iniquities; thus the wind shall carry us [away].
7 Ingen paakaldte dit Navn, tog sig sammen og holdt sig til dig; thi du skjulte dit Aasyn for os og gav os vor Brøde i Vold.
And there is none that calls upon thy name, or that remembers to take hold on thee: for thou hast turned thy face away from us, and hast delivered us up because of our sins.
8 Men du, o HERRE, er dog vor Fader, vi er Leret, og du har dannet os, Værk af din Haand er vi alle.
And now, O Lord, thou art our Father, and we are clay, all [of us] the work of thine hands.
9 Vredes ej, HERRE, saa saare, kom ej evigt Brøde i Hu, se dog til, vi er alle dit Folk!
Be not very wroth with us, and remember not our sins for ever; but now look on [us], for we are all thy people.
10 Dine hellige Byer er Ørk, Zion er blevet en Ørk, Jerusalem ligger i Grus;
The city of thy holiness has become desolate, Sion has become as a wilderness, Jerusalem a curse.
11 vort hellige, herlige Tempel, hvor Fædrene priste dig, er blevet Luernes Rov, en Grushob er alt, hvad vi elsked.
The house, our sanctuary, and the glory which our fathers blessed, has been burnt with fire: and all our glorious things have gone to ruin.
12 Ser du roligt HERRE, paa sligt, kan du tie og bøje os saa dybt?
And for all these things thou, O Lord, has withholden, thyself, and been silent, and hast brought us very low.
