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 thou wilt return, O Israel, saith Yhwh, return unto me: and if thou wilt put away thine abominations out of my sight, then shalt thou not remove.

2 Sværger du: »Saa sandt HERREN lever, « redeligt, ærligt og sandt, skal Folkeslag velsigne sig ved ham og rose sig af ham.

And thou shalt swear, Yhwh liveth, in truth, in judgment, and in righteousness; and the nations shall bless themselves in him, and in him shall they glory.

3 Thi saa siger HERREN til Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere: Bryd eder Nyjord og saa dog ikke blandt Torne!

For thus saith Yhwh to the men of Judah and Jerusalem, Break up your fallow ground, and sow not 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.

Circumcise yourselves to Yhwh, and take away the foreskins of your heart, ye men of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem: lest my fury come forth like fire, and burn that none can quench it, 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!

Declare ye in Judah, and publish in Jerusalem; and say, Blow ye the trumpet in the land: cry, gather together, and say, Assemble yourselves, and let us go into the defenced cities.

6 Rejs Banner hen imod Zion, fly uden Standsning! Thi Ulykke sender jeg fra Nord, et vældigt Sammenbrud.

Set up the standard toward Zion: retire, stay not: for I will bring 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.

The lion is come up from his thicket, and the destroyer of the Gentiles is on his way; he is gone forth from his place to make thy land desolate; and thy cities shall be laid waste, without an inhabitant.

8 Derfor skal I klæde jer i Sæk og klage og jamre, thi ej vender HERRENS glødende Vrede sig fra os.

For this gird you with sackcloth, lament and howl: for the fierce anger of Yhwh 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 shall come to pass at that day, saith Yhwh, that the heart of the king shall perish, and the heart of the princes; and the priests shall be astonished, and the prophets shall 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 Yhwh! surely thou hast greatly deceived this people and Jerusalem, saying, Ye shall have peace; whereas the sword reacheth unto 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 shall it be said to this people and to Jerusalem, A dry wind of the high places in the wilderness toward the daughter of my people, not to fan, nor to cleanse,

12 et Vejr for vældigt dertil kommer mod mig. Derfor vil jeg ogsaa nu tale Domsord imod dem.

Even a full wind from those places shall come unto me: now also will I give sentence against them.

13 Se, det kommer som Skyer, dets Vogne som Stormvejr, dets Heste er hurtigere end Ørne; ve, vi lægges øde!

Behold, he shall come up as clouds, and his chariots shall be as a whirlwind: his horses are swifter than eagles. Woe unto us! for we are spoiled.

14 Rens dit Hjerte for ondt, Jerusalem, at du maa frelses! Hvor længe skal dit Indre huse de syndige Tanker?

O Jerusalem, wash thine heart from wickedness, that thou mayest be saved. How long shall thy vain thoughts lodge within thee?

15 Thi hør, en Raaber fra Dan, et Ulykkesbud fra Efraims Bjerge:

For a voice declareth from Dan, and publisheth affliction from mount 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 ye mention to the nations; behold, publish against Jerusalem, that watchers come from a far country, and give out their voice against the cities of Judah.

17 Som Markens Vogtere stiller de sig rundt omkring det, thi genstridigt var det imod mig, lyder det fra HERREN.

As keepers of a field, are they against her round about; because she hath been rebellious against me, saith Yhwh.

18 Det kan du takke din Færd, dine Gerninger for; det skyldes din Ondskab; hvor bittert! Det gælder Livet.

Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee; this is thy wickedness, because it is bitter, because it reacheth unto thine 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 bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

20 der meldes om Fald paa Fald, thi alt Landet er hærget. Mine Telte hærges brat, i et Nu mine Forhæng.

Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment.

21 Hvor længe skal jeg skue Banneret, høre Hornet?

How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?

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 is foolish, they have not known me; they are sottish children, and they have none understanding: they are wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.

23 Jeg saa paa Jorden, og se, den var øde og tom, paa Himlen, dens Lys var borte;

I beheld the earth, and, lo, it was without form, and void; and the heavens, and they had no light.

24 Bjergene saa jeg, og se, de skjalv, og alle Højene bæved;

I beheld the mountains, and, lo, they trembled, and all the hills moved lightly.

25 jeg saa, og se, der var mennesketomt, og alle Himlens Fugle var fløjet;

I beheld, and, lo, there was no man, and all the birds of the heavens were fled.

26 jeg saa, og se, Frugthaven var Ørken, alle dens Byer lagt øde for HERREN, for hans glødende Vrede.

I beheld, and, lo, the fruitful place was a wilderness, and all the cities thereof were broken down at the presence of Yhwh, and by his fierce anger.

27 Thi saa siger HERREN: Al Jorden bliver Ørk, men helt ødelægger jeg ikke.

For thus hath Yhwh said, The whole land shall be desolate; yet will I not make a full end.

28 Derfor sørger Jorden, og Himlen deroppe er sort; thi jeg talede og angrer det ikke, tænkte og gaar ikke fra det.

For this shall the earth mourn, and the heavens above be black: because I have spoken it, I have purposed it, and will not repent, neither will I turn back from it.

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.

The whole city shall flee for the noise of the horsemen and bowmen; they shall go into thickets, and climb up upon the rocks: every city shall be forsaken, and not a man dwell therein.

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 when thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou enlargest thine eyes with painting, in vain shalt thou make thyself fair; thy lovers will despise thee, they will seek thy 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.«

For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.