Jeremias 4
1 Omvender du dig, Israel, lyder det fra HERREN, saa vend dig til mig; hvis du fjerner dine væmmelige Guder, skal du ikke fly for mit Aasyn.
If you will come back, O Israel, says the Lord, you will come back to me: and if you will put away your disgusting ways, you will not be sent away from before me.
2 Sværger du: »Saa sandt HERREN lever, « redeligt, ærligt og sandt, skal Folkeslag velsigne sig ved ham og rose sig af ham.
And you will take your oath, By the living Lord, in good faith and wisdom and righteousness; and the nations will make use of you as a blessing, and in you will they take a pride.
3 Thi saa siger HERREN til Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere: Bryd eder Nyjord og saa dog ikke blandt Torne!
For this is what the Lord says to the men of Judah and to Jerusalem: Get your unworked land ploughed up, do not put in your seeds among thorns.
4 Omskær jer for HERREN og fjern eders Hjertes Forhud, Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere, at min Vrede ikke slaar ud som Ild og brænder uslukket for eders onde Gerningers Skyld.
Undergo a circumcision of the heart, you men of Judah and people of Jerusalem: or my wrath may come out like fire, burning so that no one is able to put it out, because of the evil of your doings.
5 Forkynd i Juda og Jerusalem, kundgør og tal, lad Hornet gjalde i Landet, raab, hvad I kan, og sig: Flok jer sammen! Vi gaar ind i de faste Stæder!
Say openly in Judah, give it out in Jerusalem, and say, Let the horn be sounded in the land: crying out in a loud voice, Come together, and let us go into the walled towns.
6 Rejs Banner hen imod Zion, fly uden Standsning! Thi Ulykke sender jeg fra Nord, et vældigt Sammenbrud.
Put up a flag for a sign to Zion: go in flight so that you may be safe, waiting no longer: for I will send evil from the north, and a great destruction.
7 En Løve steg op fra sit Krat, en Folkehærger brød op, gik bort fra sin Hjemstavn for at gøre dit Land til en Ørk; dine Byer skal hærges, saa ingen bor der.
A lion has gone up from his secret place in the woods, and one who makes waste the nations is on his way; he has gone out from his place, to make your land unpeopled, so that your towns will be made waste, with no man living in them.
8 Derfor skal I klæde jer i Sæk og klage og jamre, thi ej vender HERRENS glødende Vrede sig fra os.
For this put on haircloth, with weeping and loud crying: for the burning wrath of the Lord is not turned back from us.
9 Paa hin Dag, lyder det fra HERREN, skal Kongen og Fyrsterne tabe Modet, Præsterne stivne af Skræk og Profeterne slaas af Rædsel;
And it will come about in that day, says the Lord, that the heart of the king will be dead in him, and the hearts of the rulers; and the priests will be overcome with fear, and the prophets with wonder.
10 og de skal sige: »Ak, Herre, HERRE! Sandelig, du førte dette Folk og Jerusalem bag Lyset, da du sagde: I skal have Fred! Nu har Sværdet naaet Sjælen.«
Then said I, Ah, Lord God! your words were not true when you said to this people and to Jerusalem, You will have peace; when the sword has come even to the soul.
11 Paa hin Tid skal der siges til dette Folk og Jerusalem: Et glødende Vejr fra Ørkenens nøgne Høje trækker op mod mit Folks Datter, ej til Kastning og Rensning af Korn,
At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, A burning wind from the open hilltops in the waste land is blowing on the daughter of my people, not for separating or cleaning the grain;
12 et Vejr for vældigt dertil kommer mod mig. Derfor vil jeg ogsaa nu tale Domsord imod dem.
A full wind will come for me: and now I will give my decision against them.
13 Se, det kommer som Skyer, dets Vogne som Stormvejr, dets Heste er hurtigere end Ørne; ve, vi lægges øde!
See, he will come up like the clouds, and his war-carriages like the storm-wind: his horses are quicker than eagles. Sorrow is ours, for destruction has come on us.
14 Rens dit Hjerte for ondt, Jerusalem, at du maa frelses! Hvor længe skal dit Indre huse de syndige Tanker?
O Jerusalem, make your heart clean from evil, so that you may have salvation. How long are evil purposes to have a resting-place in you?
15 Thi hør, en Raaber fra Dan, et Ulykkesbud fra Efraims Bjerge:
For a voice is sounding from Dan, giving out evil from the hills of Ephraim:
16 Kundgør Folkene: Se! Lad det høres i Jerusalem! Belejrere kommer fra et Land i det fjerne, de opløfter Røsten mod Byerne i Juda.
Make this come to the minds of the nations, make a statement openly against Jerusalem, that attackers are coming from a far country and their voices will be loud against the towns of Judah.
17 Som Markens Vogtere stiller de sig rundt omkring det, thi genstridigt var det imod mig, lyder det fra HERREN.
Like keepers of a field they are against her on every side; because she has been fighting against me, says the Lord.
18 Det kan du takke din Færd, dine Gerninger for; det skyldes din Ondskab; hvor bittert! Det gælder Livet.
Your ways and your doings have made these things come on you; this is your sin; truly it is bitter, going deep into your heart.
19 Mit indre, mit Indre! Jeg skælver! Mit Hjertes Vægge! Mit Hjerte vaander sig i mig, ej kan jeg tie. Thi Hornets Klang maa jeg høre, Skrig fra Kampen;
My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.
20 der meldes om Fald paa Fald, thi alt Landet er hærget. Mine Telte hærges brat, i et Nu mine Forhæng.
News is given of destruction on destruction; all the land is made waste: suddenly my tents, straight away my curtains, are made waste.
21 Hvor længe skal jeg skue Banneret, høre Hornet?
How long will I go on seeing the flag and hearing the sound of the war-horn?
22 Thi mit Folk er taabeligt, kender ej mig, de er dumme Sønner og uden Indsigt; de er vise til at gøre det onde, men Taaber til det gode.
For my people are foolish, they have no knowledge of me; they are evil-minded children, without sense, all of them: they are wise in evil-doing, but have no knowledge of doing good.
23 Jeg saa paa Jorden, og se, den var øde og tom, paa Himlen, dens Lys var borte;
Looking at the earth, I saw that it was waste and without form; and to the heavens, that they had no light.
24 Bjergene saa jeg, og se, de skjalv, og alle Højene bæved;
Looking at the mountains, I saw them shaking, and all the hills were moved about.
25 jeg saa, og se, der var mennesketomt, og alle Himlens Fugle var fløjet;
Looking, I saw that there was no man, and all the birds of heaven had gone in flight.
26 jeg saa, og se, Frugthaven var Ørken, alle dens Byer lagt øde for HERREN, for hans glødende Vrede.
Looking, I saw that the fertile field was a waste, and all its towns were broken down before the Lord and before his burning wrath.
27 Thi saa siger HERREN: Al Jorden bliver Ørk, men helt ødelægger jeg ikke.
For this is what the Lord has said: All the land will become a waste; I will make destruction complete.
28 Derfor sørger Jorden, og Himlen deroppe er sort; thi jeg talede og angrer det ikke, tænkte og gaar ikke fra det.
The earth will be weeping for this, and the heavens on high will be black: because I have said it, and I will not go back from it; it is my purpose, and it will not be changed.
29 For Larmen af Ryttere og Bueskytter flyr alt Landet, de tyr ind i Krat, stiger op paa Klipper; hver By er forladt, og ikke et Menneske bor der.
All the land is in flight because of the noise of the horsemen and the bowmen; they have taken cover in the woodland and up on the rocks: every town has been given up, not a man is living in them.
30 Og du, hvad vil du mon gøre? Om end du klæder dig i Skarlagen, smykker dig med Guld og gør Øjnene store med Sminke — det er spildt, du gør dig smuk. Elskerne agter dig ringe, dit Liv vil de have.
And you, when you are made waste, what will you do? Though you are clothed in red, though you make yourself beautiful with ornaments of gold, though you make your eyes wide with paint, it is for nothing that you make yourself fair; your lovers have no more desire for you, they have designs on your life.
31 Thi jeg hører Raab som ved Barnsnød, Skrig som ved Førstefødsel. Hør, hvor Zions Datter stønner med udrakte Hænder: »Ve mig, min Sjæl bukker under for dem, som myrder.«
A voice has come to my ears like the voice of a woman in birth-pains, the pain of one giving birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, fighting for breath, stretching out her hands, saying, Now sorrow is mine! for my strength is gone from me before the takers of life.
