Jeremias 22
1 Saa siger HERREN: Gaa ned til Judas Konges Palads og tal dette Ord
Thus, said Yahweh, Go thou down to the house of king of Judah, and speak thou there this word,
2 og sig: Hør HERRENS Ord, Judas Konge, som sidder paa Davids Trone, du, dine Tjenere og dit Folk, som gaar ind ad disse Porte!
and say—Hear thou the word of Yahweh O king of Judah who sittest upon the throne of David, —thou, and thy servants and thy people who enter in at these gates,
3 Saa siger HERREN: Øv Ret og Retfærd, fri den, som er plyndret, af Voldsmandens Haand, undertryk ikke den fremmede, den faderløse og Enken, øv ikke Vold og udgyd ikke uskyldigt Blod paa dette Sted.
Thus, saith Yahweh, —Execute ye justice, and righteousness, And deliver the robbed out of the hand of the oppressor, —But the sojourner the fatherless, and the widow, do not oppress neither commit violence, And the blood of the innocent, do not ye shed, in this place.
4 Thi dersom I efterkommer dette Krav, skal Konger, der sidder paa Davids Trone, drage ind ad Portene til dette Hus med Vogne og Heste, de, deres Tjenere og Folk.
For if ye, indeed do, this thing, then shall there enter into the gates of this house—kings, sitting for David upon his throne riding in chariots and on horses, he and his servants, and his people.
5 Men hører I ikke disse Ord, saa sværger jeg ved mig selv, lyder det fra HERREN, at dette Hus skal lægges øde.
But if ye will not hear these words, By myself have I sworn Declareth Yahweh—That, a ruin, shall this house become.
6 Thi saa siger HERREN om Judas Konges Palads: Et Gilead var du for mig, en Libanons Tinde; visselig, jeg gør dig til Ørk, til folketomme Byer;
For Thus, saith Yahweh Concerning the house of the king of Judah, —Though thou wast Gilead, to me, The summit of Lebanon, Yet surely I will make thee, A wilderness, Cities, not habitable;
7 Hærværksmænd helliger jeg mod dig, hver med sit Værktøj, de skal fælde dine udvalgte Cedre og kaste dem i Ilden.
And I will hallow against thee Destroyers Every man with his weapons, —And they shall cut down of the choicest of thy cedars, and cast upon the fire.
8 Mange Folkeslag skal drage forbi denne By og spørge hverandre: »Hvorfor handlede HERREN saaledes med denne store By?«
Then shall many nations pass by this city, —and shall say, every man to his neighbour, For what cause, hath Yahweh done thus, unto this great city?
9 Og man skal svare: »Fordi de forlod HERREN deres Guds Pagt og tilbad og dyrkede andre Guder.«
And they shall say, Because they forsook the covenant of Yahweh, their God, —And bowed down to other gods And served them.
10 Græd ej over den døde, beklag ham ikke! Græd over ham, der drog bort, thi han vender ej hjem, sit Fødeland genser han ikke.
Do not ye lament for him that is dead Neither bemoan ye, him, But weep ye—weep on—for him that is going away, For he shall not return any more Nor see the land of his birth.
11 Thi saa siger HERREN om Josias's Søn, Kong Sjallum af Juda, der blev Konge i sin Fader Josias's Sted: Han, som gik bort fra dette Sted, skal ikke vende hjem igen:
For Thus, saith Yahweh—Touching Shallum, son of Josiah king of Judah, That reigneth instead of Josiah his father, Who hath gone forth out of this place, He shall not return thither any more;
12 men paa det Sted, til hvilket de førte ham i Landflygtighed, skal han dø, og han skal ikke gense dette Land.
For in the place whither they have taken him captive, There, shall he die, —And this land, shall he see no more.
13 Ve ham, der bygger Hus uden Retfærd, Sale uden Ret, lader Landsmand trælle for intet, ej giver ham Løn,
Alas! for him who buildeth his house without righteousness, And his roof-chambers without justice, —Of his neighbour, taketh service for nought, And recompense for his work, giveth him not.
14 som siger: »Jeg bygger mig et rummeligt Hus med luftige Sale, « som hugger sig Vinduer ud, klæder Væg med Cedertræ og maler det rødt.
Who saith—I will build me a roomy house, with spacious roof-chambers, —So he cutteth him open its windows, And it is covered in with cedar, And he painteth it with vermilion.
15 Er du Konge, fordi du brammer med Cedertræ? Din Fader, mon ikke han spiste og drak og øvede Ret og Retfærd? Da gik det ham vel;
Shalt thou reign, because, thou, art eager to excel in cedar? Thy father, did he not eat and drink, and do justice and righteousness, And, then, it was well with him?
16 han hjalp arm og fattig til sin Ret; da gik det ham vel. Er dette ikke at kende mig? lyder det fra HERREN.
[Did he not] plead the cause of the oppressed and the needy, And, then, it was well? Was not, that, to know, me? Demandeth Yahweh.
17 Men dit Øje og Hjerte higer kun efter Vinding, efter at udgyde skyldfries Blod, øve Undertrykkelse og Vold.
Verily thou hast neither eyes nor heart, save for thy plundering and for thy shedding of innocent blood, and for oppression and for crushing to do them!
18 Derfor, saa siger HERREN om Josias's Søn, Kong Jojakim af Juda: Over ham skal ej klages: »Ve min Broder, ve min Søster!« eller grædes: »Ve min Herre, ve hans Herlighed!«
Therefore—Thus, saith Yahweh, Touching Jehoiakim son of Josiah King of Judah, They shall not cry in lament for him Alas my brother! or Alas sister! They shall not cry in lament for him Alas lord! or Alas! his renown!
19 Et Æsels Jordefærd faar han, slæbes ud, slænges hen uden for Jerusalems Porte.
With the burial of an ass, shall he be buried, Dragged along and cast forth, beyond the gates of Jerusalem.
20 Stig op paa Libanon og skrig, løft Røsten i Basan, skrig fra Abarim, thi knuste er alle dine kære.
Ascend the Lebanon and make outcry, And in Bashan, put forth thy voice, —And make outcry from Abarim, For all thy lovers are torn in pieces.
21 Jeg taled dig til i din Tryghed, du nægted at høre; at overhøre min Røst var din Skik fra din Ungdom.
I spake unto thee, in thy carelessness, —Thou saidst I will not hearken! This hath been thy way from thy youth, That thou hast not hearkened to my voice.
22 For alle dine Hyrder skal Storm være Hyrde, i Fangenskab gaar dine kære; da faar du Skam og Skændsel for al din Ondskab.
All thy shepherds, the wind shall feed, And, thy lovers into captivity, shall depart, —Surely, then shalt thou turn pale and be confounded, by reason of all thy wickedness.
23 Du, som bor paa Libanon og bygger i Cedrene, hvor stønner du, naar Smerter kommer over dig, Veer som en fødendes!
O inhabitress of Lebanon that makest thy nest in the cedars, —How hast thou bemoaned thyself Now that pangs have overtaken thee, Anguish, as of her that giveth birth.
24 Saa sandt jeg lever, lyder det fra HERREN: Om ogsaa Konja, Kong Jojakim af Judas Søn, var en Seglring paa min højre Haand, jeg rev ham bort.
As I live, Declareth Yahweh, —Even though Coniah son of Jehoiakim king of Judah were the signet-ring upon my right hand, yet, from thence, would I pull thee off;
25 Jeg giver dig i deres Haand, som staar dig efter Livet, i deres Haand, for hvem du ræddes, og i Kong Nebukadrezar af Babels og Kaldæernes Haand.
and I would give thee into the hand of them who seek thy life and into the hand of them from the face of whom, thou dost shrink in fear, —even into the hand of Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon and into the hand of the Chaldeans;
26 Jeg slynger dig og din Moder, som fødte dig, bort til et andet Land, hvor I ikke fødtes, og der skal I dø;
and I will hurl thee out and thy mother who bare thee, upon another land where ye were not born, —and, there, shall ye die.
27 men til det Land, deres Sjæle længes tilbage til, skal de ikke vende hjem.
But unto the land whither they shall be lifting up their souls to return, thither, shall they not return.
28 Er denne Konja da et usselt, sønderslaaet Kar, et Redskab, ingen bryder sig om? Hvorfor skal han og hans Afkom slynges og kastes til et Land, de ikke kender?
An earthen vessel to be despised thrown about, is this man Coniah? Or an instrument, in which is no pleasure? Wherefore are they to be cast out, he and his seed, and to be thrown forth upon a land which they have not known?
29 Land, Land, Land, hør HERRENS Ord:
O land, land, land! Hear thou the word of Yahweh!
30 Saa siger HERREN: Optegn denne Mand som barnløs, som en Mand, der ingen Lykke har i sit Liv; thi det skal ikke lykkes nogen af hans Afkom at sætte sig paa Davids Trone og atter herske over Juda.
Thus, saith Yahweh, —Register ye this man, childless, A man who shall not prosper in his days, —For there shall prosper of his seed No man sitting upon the throne of David, Or ruling any more over Judah.
