Jeremias 20
1 Da Præsten Pasjhur, Immers Søn, der var Overopsynsmand i HERRENS Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere saaledes,
Now Pashur the son of Immer the priest, who [was] also chief governor in the house of the LORD, heard that Jeremiah prophesied these things.
2 slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENS Hus.
Then Pashur struck Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that [were] in the high gate of Benjamin, 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 it came to pass on the morrow, that Pashur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then said Jeremiah to him, The LORD hath not called thy name Pashur, but Magor-missabib.
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 make thee a terror to thyself, and to all thy friends: and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and thy eyes shall behold [it]: and I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he shall carry them captive into Babylon, and shall slay them with the sword.
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.
Moreover I will deliver all the strength of this city, and all its labors, and all its precious things, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah will I give into the hand of their enemies, who shall pillage them, and take them, and carry 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, Pashur, and all that dwell in thy house shall go into captivity: and thou shalt come to Babylon, and there thou shalt die, and shalt be buried there, thou, and all thy friends, 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.
O LORD, thou hast deceived me, and I was deceived: thou art stronger than I, and hast prevailed: I am in derision daily, every one mocketh me.
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 since I spoke, I cried out, I cried violence and spoil; because the word of the LORD was made a reproach to me, and a derision, daily.
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 not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name. But [his word] was in my heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not [stay].
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 heard the defaming of many, fear on every side. Report, [say they], and we will report it. All my familiars watched for my halting, [saying], Perhaps he will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge 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 [is] with me as a mighty terrible one: therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail: they shall be greatly ashamed; for they shall not prosper: [their] everlasting confusion 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.
But, O LORD of hosts, that triest the righteous, [and] seest the reins and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them: for to thee have I opened my cause.
13 Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Haand.
Sing to the LORD, praise ye the LORD: for he hath delivered 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 in which I was born: let not the day in which my mother bore me 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 tidings to my father, saying, A male child is born to thee; making him very glad.
16 Det gaa den Mand som Byerne, HERREN omstyrted uden Medynk; han høre Skrig ved Gry, Kampraab ved Middagstide.
And let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear the cry in the morning, and the shouting 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 at my birth; or that my mother might have been my grave, and she had not been delivered.
18 Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, naar jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!
Why was I brought into the world to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
