Esajas 64
1 Gid du sønderrev Himlen og steg ned, saa Bjergene vakled for dit Aasyn!
I wish that you would rend the heavens, and then descend! The mountains would flow away before your face.
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,
They would melt, as if thoroughly burned by fire. The waters would burn with fire, so that your name might be made known to your enemies, so that the nations would be stirred up before your face.
3 naar du gør Undere, vi ikke vented, — du stiger ned, for dit Aasyn vakler Bjergene —
When you will perform miracles, we will not be able to withstand them. You descended, and the mountains flowed away before your presence.
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 ages past, they have not heard it, and they have not perceived it with the ears. Apart from you, O God, the eye has not seen what you have prepared for those who await you.
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.
You have met with those who rejoice in doing justice. By your ways, they will remember you. Behold, you have been angry, for we have sinned. In this, we have continued, but we will be saved.
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 have all become like the unclean. And all our justices are like a rag of menstruation. And we have all fallen away, like a leaf. And our iniquities have carried us away, like the wind.
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.
There is no one who calls upon your name, who rises up and holds fast to you. You have concealed your face from us, and you have crushed us with the hand of our own iniquity.
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, you are our Father, yet truly, we are clay. And you are our Maker, and we are all the works of your hands.
9 Vredes ej, HERRE, saa saare, kom ej evigt Brøde i Hu, se dog til, vi er alle dit Folk!
Do not be so angry, O Lord, and no longer call to mind our iniquity. Behold, consider that we are all your people.
10 Dine hellige Byer er Ørk, Zion er blevet en Ørk, Jerusalem ligger i Grus;
The city of your sanctuary has become a desert. Zion has become a desert. Jerusalem is desolate.
11 vort hellige, herlige Tempel, hvor Fædrene priste dig, er blevet Luernes Rov, en Grushob er alt, hvad vi elsked.
The house of our sanctification and of our glory, where our fathers praised you, has been completely consumed by fire, and all our admirable things have been turned into ruins.
12 Ser du roligt HERRE, paa sligt, kan du tie og bøje os saa dybt?
Should you restrain yourself, O Lord, concerning these things? Should you remain silent, and afflict us vehemently?
