Jeremias 20

1 Da Præsten Pasjhur, Immers Søn, der var Overopsynsmand i HERRENS Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere saaledes,

Now Paschor the son of Emmer, the priest, who also had been appointed chief of the house of the Lord, heard Jeremias prophesying these words.

2 slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENS Hus.

And he smote him, and cast him into the dungeon which was by the gate of the upper house that was set apart, which was by the house of the Lord.

3 Men da Pasjhur Dagen efter slap Jeremias ud af Blokken, sagde Jeremias til ham: HERREN kalder dig ikke Pasjhur, men: Trindt-om-er-Rædsel.

And Paschor brought Jeremias out of the dungeon: and Jeremias said to him, [The Lord] has not called thy name Paschor, but Exile.

4 Thi saa siger HERREN: Se, jeg gør dig til Rædsel for dig selv og for alle dine Venner; de skal falde for deres Fjenders Sværd, og dine Øjne skal se det. Og hele Juda giver jeg i Babels Konges Haand; han skal føre dem til Babel og hugge dem ned med Sværdet.

For thus saith the Lord, Behold, I [will] give thee up to captivity with all thy friends: and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and thine eyes shall see [it]: and I will give thee and all Juda into the hands of the king of Babylon, and they shall carry them captives, and cut them in pieces with swords.

5 Og jeg giver alt denne Bys Gods og al dens Velstand og alle dens kostelige Ting og alle Judas Kongers Skatte i deres Fjenders Haand; de skal rane dem og tage dem og føre dem til Babel.

And I will give all the strength of this city, and all the labours of it, and all the treasures of the king of Juda, into the hands of his enemies, and they shall bring them to Babylon.

6 Og du Pasjhur og alle, der bor i dit Hus, skal gaa i Fangenskab. Du skal komme til Babel; der skal du dø, og der skal du jordes sammen med alle dine Venner, for hvem du har profeteret Løgn.

And thou and all the dwellers in thine house shall go into captivity: and thou shalt die in Babylon, and there thou and all thy friends shall be buried, to whom thou hast prophesied lies.

7 Du overtalte mig, HERRE, og jeg lod mig overtale, du tvang mig med Magt. Dagen lang er jeg til Latter, mig haaner enhver.

Thou hast deceived me, O Lord, and I have been deceived: thou hast been strong, and has prevailed: I am become a laughing-stock, I am continually mocked every day.

8 Thi saa tit jeg taler, maa jeg skrige, raabe: »Vold og Overfald!« Thi HERRENS Ord er mig Dagen lang til Skændsel og Spot.

For I will laugh with my bitter speech, I will call upon rebellion and misery: for the word of the Lord is become a reproach to me and a mockery all my days.

9 Men tænkte jeg: »Ej vil jeg mindes ham, ej tale mer i hans Navn, « da blev det som brændende Ild i mit indre, som Brand i mine Ben; jeg er træt, jeg kan ikke mere, jeg evner det ej;

Then I said, I will by no means name the name of the Lord, and I will no more at all speak in his name. But it was a burning fire flaming in my bones, and I am utterly weakened on all sides, and cannot bear [up].

10 thi jeg hører mange hviske, trindt om er Rædsel: »Angiv ham!« og: »Vi vil angive ham!« Alle mine Venner lurer paa et Fejltrin af mig: »Maaske gaar han i Fælden, saa vi faar ham i vor Magt, og da kan vi hævne os paa ham!«

For I have heard the reproach of many gathering round, [saying], Conspire ye, and let us conspire together against him, [even] all his friends: watch his intentions, if perhaps he shall be deceived, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall be avenged on him.

11 Men HERREN er med mig som en vældig Helt; derfor skal de, som forfølger mig, snuble i Afmagt, højlig beskæmmes, thi Heldet svigter dem, faa Skændsel, der aldrig glemmes.

But the Lord was with me as a mighty man of war: therefore they persecuted [me], but could not perceive [anything against me]; they were greatly confounded, for they perceived not their disgrace, which shall never be forgotten.

12 Du Hærskarers HERRE, som prøver den retfærdige, gennemskuer Nyrer og Hjerte, lad mig skue din Hævn paa dem, thi paa dig har jeg væltet min Sag.

O Lord, that provest just [deeds], understanding the reins and hearts, let me see thy vengeance upon them: for to thee I have revealed my cause.

13 Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Haand.

Sing ye to the Lord, sing praise to him: for he has rescued the soul of the poor from the hand of evil-doers.

14 Forbandet være den Dag, paa hvilken jeg fødtes; den Dag, min Moder fødte mig, skal ikke velsignes.

Cursed be the day wherein I was born: the day wherein my mother brought me forth, let it not be blessed.

15 Forbandet den Mand, som bragte min Fader det Bud: »Et Barn, en Dreng er født dig!« og glæded ham saare.

Cursed be the man who brought the glad tidings to my father, saying, A male child is born to thee.

16 Det gaa den Mand som Byerne, HERREN omstyrted uden Medynk; han høre Skrig ved Gry, Kampraab ved Middagstide.

Let that man rejoice as the cities which the Lord overthrew in wrath, and repented not: let him hear crying in the morning, and loud lamentation at noon;

17 At han ej lod mig dø i Moders Liv, saa min Moder var blevet min Grav og hendes Moderliv evigt svangert!

because he slew me not in the womb, and my mother became not my tomb, and her womb always great with me.

18 Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, naar jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!

Why is it that I came forth of the womb to see troubles and distresses, and my days are spent in shame?