Jeremias 13

1 Saaledes sagde HERREN til mig: »Gaa hen og køb dig et linned Bælte og bind det om din Lænd, lad det ikke komme i Vand!«

Thus says Jehovah to me, Go, and buy thee a linen sash, and put it upon thy loins, and do not put it in water.

2 Og jeg købte Bæltet efter HERRENS Ord og bandt det om min Lænd.

So I bought a sash according to the word of Jehovah, and put it upon my loins.

3 Saa kom HERRENS Ord atter til mig saaledes:

And the word of Jehovah came to me the second time, saying,

4 »Tag Bæltet, du købte og har om Lænden, og gaa til Frat og gem det der i en Klipperevne!«

Take the sash that thou have bought, which is upon thy loins, and arise, go to the Euphrates, and hide it there in a cleft of the rock.

5 Og jeg gik hen og gemte det ved Frat, som HERREN bød.

So I went, and hid it by the Euphrates, as Jehovah commanded me.

6 Men lang Tid efter sagde HERREN til mig: »Gaa til Frat og hent Bæltet, jeg bød dig gemme der!«

And it came to pass after many days, that Jehovah said to me, Arise, go to the Euphrates, and take the sash from there, which I commanded thee to hide there.

7 Og jeg gik til Frat og gravede Bæltet op, hvor jeg havde gemt det: og se, Bæltet var ødelagt og duede ikke til noget.

Then I went to the Euphrates, and dug, and took the sash from the place where I had hid it. And, behold, the sash was rotten. It was good for nothing.

8 Og HERRENS Ord kom til mig saaledes:

Then the word of Jehovah came to me, saying,

9 Saa siger HERREN: Saaledes vil jeg ødelægge Judas og Jerusalems store Herlighed.

Thus says Jehovah, After this manner I will mar the pride of Judah, and the great pride of Jerusalem.

10 Dette onde Folk, som vægrer sig ved at høre mine Ord og vandrer i deres Hjertes Stivsind og holder sig til andre Guder og dyrker og tilbeder dem, skal blive som dette Bælte, der ikke duer til noget.

This evil people, who refuse to hear my words, who walk in the stubbornness of their heart, and have gone after other gods to serve them, and to worship them, shall even be as this sash, which is good for nothing.

11 Thi som Bæltet slutter sig tæt til en Mands Lænd, saaledes har jeg sluttet hele Israels Hus og hele Judas Hus tæt til mig, lyder det fra HERREN, for at de skulde være mit Folk og blive mig til Navnkundighed, Pris og Ære; men de hørte ikke.

For as the sash clings to the loins of a man, so I have caused to cling to me the whole house of Israel and the whole house of Judah, says Jehovah, that they may be to me for a people, and for a name, and for a praise, and for a glory, but they would not hear.

12 Og du skal sige til dette Folk: Saa siger HERREN, Israels Gud: Enhver Vindunk fyldes med Vin! Og siger de til dig: »Skulde vi ikke vide, at enhver Vindunk fyldes med Vin?«

Therefore thou shall speak to them this word. Thus says Jehovah, the God of Israel: Every bottle shall be filled with wine. And they shall say to thee, Do we not certainly know that every bottle shall be filled with wine?

13 saa svar dem: Saa siger HERREN: Se, jeg vil fylde alle dette Lands Indbyggere, Kongerne, der sidder paa Davids Trone, Præsterne, Profeterne og alle Jerusalems Borgere, saa de bliver drukne;

Then thou shall say to them, Thus says Jehovah: Behold, I will fill all the inhabitants of this land, even the kings who sit upon David's throne, and the priests, and the prophets, and all the inhabitants of Jerusalem, with drunkenness.

14 og jeg knuser dem mod hinanden, baade Fædre og Sønner, lyder det fra HERREN; uden Skaansel, Medynk og Barmhjertighed ødelægger jeg dem.

And I will dash them one against another, even the fathers and the sons together, says Jehovah. I will not pity, nor spare, nor have compassion, that I should not destroy them.

15 Hør og lyt uden Hovmod, thi HERREN taler.

Hear ye, and give ear, be not proud, for Jehovah has spoken.

16 Lad HERREN eders Gud faa Ære, før det mørkner, før I støder eders Fødder paa Skumringsbjerge, saa I maa bie paa Lys, men han gør det til Mulm, han gør det til Mørke.

Give glory to Jehovah your God, before he causes darkness, and before your feet stumble upon the dark mountains. And, while ye look for light, he turns it into the shadow of death, and makes it gross darkness.

17 Men dersom I ikke hører, da græder min Sjæl i Løn for Hovmodets Skyld, den fælder saa bitre Taarer; mit Øje rinder med Graad, thi HERRENS Hjord føres bort.

But if ye will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret for your pride. And my eye shall weep greatly, and run down with tears, because Jehovah's flock is taken captive.

18 Sig til Kongen og til Herskerinden: »Tag lavere Sæde, thi af eders Hoved faldt den dejlige Krone.«

Say thou to the king and to the queen-mother: Humble yourselves. Sit down, for your coronets have come down, even the crown of your glory.

19 Sydlandets Byer er lukkede, ingen lukker op, hele Juda er bortført til sidste Mand.

The cities of the South are shut up, and there is none to open them. Judah is carried away captive, all of it. It is wholly carried away captive.

20 Løft dine Øjne og se dem komme fra Nord! Hvor er den Hjord, du fik, dine dejlige Faar?

Lift up your eyes, and behold those who come from the north. Where is the flock that was given thee, thy beautiful flock?

21 Hvad vil du sige, naar du faar dem til Herrer, hvem du lærte at komme til dig som Venner? Vil ikke Veer da gribe dig som Kvinde i Barnsnød?

What will thou say when he shall set over thee as head those whom thou thyself have taught to be friends to thee? Shall not sorrows take hold of thee as of a woman in travail?

22 Og siger du i dit Hjerte: »Hvi hændtes mig dette?« For din svare Skyld blev dit Slæb løftet op, dine Hæle skændet.

And if thou say in thy heart, Why have these things come upon me? For the greatness of thine iniquity thy skirts are uncovered, and thy heels suffer violence.

23 Hvis en Neger kunde skifte sin Hud, en Panter sine Striber, saa kunde og I gøre godt, I Mestre i ondt!

Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? Then ye also may do good, who are accustomed to do evil.

24 Jeg spreder dem som Straa, der flyver for Ørkenens Vind;

Therefore I will scatter them as the stubble that passes away by the wind of the wilderness.

25 det er din Lod, din tilmaalte Del fra mig, saa lyder det fra HERREN, fordi du lod mig gaa ad Glemme og stoled paa Løgn.

This is thy lot, the portion measured to thee from me, says Jehovah, because thou have forgotten me, and trusted in falsehood.

26 Ja, dit Slæb slaar jeg over dit Ansigt, din Skam skal ses,

Therefore I will also uncover thy skirts upon thy face, and thy shame shall appear.

27 dit Ægteskabsbrud og din Vrinsken, din skamløse Utugt; paa Højene og ude paa Marken saa jeg dine væmmelige Guder. Ve dig, Jerusalem, du bliver ej ren — hvor længe endnu?

I have seen thine abominations, even thine adulteries, and thy neighings, the lewdness of thy whoredom, on the hills, in the field. Woe to thee, O Jerusalem! Thou will not be made clean. How long shall it yet be?