Jeremias 6
1 Fly, I Benjamins Sønner, bort fra Jerusalem og stød i Hornet i Tekoa, hejs Mærket over Bet-Kerem! Thi Ulykke truer fra Nord, et vældigt Sammenbrud.
Strengthen yourselves, sons of Benjamin, From the midst of Jerusalem, And in Tekoa blow ye a trumpet, And over Beth-Haccerem lift ye up a flame, For evil hath been seen from the north, And great destruction.
2 Jeg tilintetgør Zions Datter, den yndige, forvænte —
The comely and the delicate one I have cut off, The daughter of Zion.
3 til hende kommer der Hyrder med deres Hjorde; de opslaar Telte i Ring om hende, afgræsser hver sit Stykke.
Unto her come do shepherds and their droves, They have stricken tents by her round about, They have fed each [in] his own station.
4 Helliger Angrebet paa hende! Op! Vi rykker frem ved Middag! Ve os, thi Dagen hælder, thi Aftenskyggerne længes.
Sanctify ye against her the battle, Rise, and we go up at noon. Woe to us, for turned hath the day, For stretched out are the shades of evening,
5 Op! Vi rykker frem ved Nat og lægger hendes Borge øde.
'Rise, and we go up by night, And we destroy her palaces.'
6 Thi saa siger Hærskarers HERRE: Fæld Træer og opkast en Vold imod Jerusalem! Ve Løgnens By med lutter Voldsfærd i sin Midte!
For thus said Jehovah of Hosts: Cut down her wood, And pour out against Jerusalem a mount, She [is] the city to be inspected, Wholly — she is oppression in her midst.
7 Som Brønden sit Vand holder Byen sin Ondskab frisk; der høres om Voldsfærd og Hærværk, Saar og Slag har jeg altid for Øje.
As the digging of a well, is [for] its waters, So she hath digged [for] her wickedness, Violence and spoil is heard in her, Before My face continually [are] sickness and smiting.
8 Jerusalem, tag ved Lære, at min Sjæl ej vender sig fra dig, at jeg ikke skal gøre dig til Ørk, til folketomt Land.
Be instructed, O Jerusalem, Lest My soul be alienated from thee, Lest I make thee a desolation, a land not inhabited.
9 Saa siger Hærskarers HERRE: Hold Efterhøst paa Israels Rest, som det sker paa en Vinstok, ræk som en Vingaardsmand atter din Haand til dens Ranker!
Thus said Jehovah of Hosts: They surely glean, as a vine, the remnant of Israel, Put back thy hand, as a gatherer to the baskets.
10 »For hvem skal jeg tale og vidne, saa de hører derpaa? Se, de har uomskaarne Ører, kan ej lytte til; se, HERRENS Ord er til Spot og huer dem ikke.
To whom do I speak, and testify, and they hear? Lo, their ear [is] uncircumcised, And they are not able to attend. Lo, a word of Jehovah hath been to them for a reproach, They delight not in it.
11 Jeg er fuld af HERRENS Vrede og træt af at tæmme den.« Gyd den ud over Barnet paa Gaden, over hele de unges Flok; baade Mand og Kvinde skal fanges, gammel og Olding tillige;
And with the fury of Jehovah I have been filled, (I have been weary of containing, ) To pour [it] on the suckling in the street, And on the assembly of youths together, For even husband with wife are captured, An elder with one full of days,
12 deres Huse, Marker og Kvinder skal alle tilfalde andre; thi jeg udrækker Haanden mod Landets Folk, saa lyder det fra HERREN.
And their houses have been turned to others, Fields and wives together, For I stretch out My hand against the inhabitants of the land, An affirmation of Jehovah.
13 Thi fra smaa til store søger hver eneste Vinding, de farer alle med Løgn fra Profet til Præst.
For from their least unto their greatest, Every one is gaining dishonest gain, And from prophet even unto priest, Every one is dealing falsely,
14 De læger mit Folks Brøst som den simpleste Sag, idet de siger: »Fred, Fred!« skønt der ikke er Fred.
And they heal the breach of the daughter of my people slightly, Saying, 'Peace, peace!' and there is no peace.
15 De skal faa Skam, thi de har gjort vederstyggelige Ting, og dog blues de ikke, dog kender de ikke til Skam. Derfor skal de falde paa Valen; paa Hjemsøgelsens Dag skal de snuble, siger HERREN.
They were ashamed when they did abomination! Yea, they are not at all ashamed, Yea, blushing they have not known, Therefore they do fall among those falling, In the time I have inspected them, They stumble, said Jehovah.
16 Saa siger HERREN: Staa ved Vejene og se efter, spørg efter de gamle Stier, hvor Vejen er til alt godt, og gaa paa den; saa finder I Hvile for eders Sjæle. Men de svarede: »Det vil vi ikke.«
Thus said Jehovah: Stand ye by the ways and see, and ask for paths of old, Where [is] this — the good way? and go ye in it, And find rest for yourselves. And they say, 'We do not go.'
17 Og jeg satte Vægtere over dem: »Hør Hornets Klang!« Men de svarede: »Det vil vi ikke.«
And I have raised up for you watchmen, Attend ye to the voice of the trumpet. And they say, 'We do not attend.'
18 Hør derfor, I Folk, og vidn imod dem!
Therefore hear, O nations, and know, O company, That which [is] upon them.
19 Hør, du Jord! Se, jeg sender Ulykke over dette Folk, Frugten af deres Frafald, thi de lyttede ikke til mine Ord og lod haant om min Lov.
Hear, O earth, lo, I am bringing evil on this people, The fruit of their devices, For to My words they gave no attention, And My law — they kick against it.
20 Hvad skal jeg med Røgelsen, der kommer fra Saba, med den dejlige Kalmus fra det fjerne Land? Eders Brændofre er ej til Behag, eders Slagtofre huer mig ikke.
Why [is] this to Me? frankincense from Sheba cometh, And the sweet cane from a land afar off, Your burnt-offerings [are] not for acceptance, And your sacrifices have not been sweet to Me.
21 Derfor, saa siger HERREN: Se, jeg sætter Anstød for dette Folk, og de skal støde an derimod, baade Fædre og Sønner; baade Nabo og Genbo skal omkomme.
Therefore thus said Jehovah: Lo, I do give to this people stumbling blocks, And stumbled against them have fathers and sons together, The neighbour and his friend do perish.
22 Saa siger HERREN: Se, et Folkeslag kommer fra Nordens Land, et vældigt Folk bryder op fra det yderste af Jorden.
Thus said Jehovah: Lo, a people hath come from a north country, And a great nation is stirred up from the sides of the earth.
23 De fører Bue og Spyd, er skaanselsløst grumme; deres Røst er som Havets Brusen, de rider paa Heste, rustet som Stridsmand mod dig, du Zions Datter.
Bow and javelin they take hold of, Fierce it [is], and they have no mercy, Their voice as a sea doth sound, And on horses they ride, set in array as a man of war, Against thee, O daughter of Zion.
24 Vi hørte Rygtet derom, vore Hænder blev slappe, Rædsel greb os, Skælven som fødende Kvinde.
'We have heard its sound, feeble have been our hands, Distress hath seized us, pain as of a travailing woman.
25 Gaa ikke ud paa Marken og følg ej Vejen, thi Fjenden bærer Sværd, trindt om er Rædsel.
Go not forth to the field, And in the way walk not, For a sword hath the enemy, fear [is] round about.
26 Klæd dig i Sæk, mit Folks Datter, vælt dig i Støvet, hold Sorg som over den enbaarne, bitter Klage! Thi Hærværksmanden skal brat komme over os.
O daughter of My people, Gird on sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes, The mourning of an only one make for thee, A lamentation most bitter, For suddenly come doth the spoiler against us.
27 Til Metalprøver, Guldprøver, gjorde jeg dig i mit Folk til at kende og prøve deres Færd.
A watch-tower I have given thee, Among My people a fortress, And thou knowest, and hast tried their way.
28 De faldt alle genstridige fra, de gaar og bagtaler, er kun Kobber og Jern, alle handler de slet.
All of them are turned aside by apostates, Walking slanderously — brass and iron, All of them are corrupters.
29 Bælgen blæser, af Ilden kommer kun Bly. Al Smelten er spildt, de onde udskilles ej.
The bellows have been burnt, By fire hath the lead been consumed, In vain hath a refiner refined, And the wicked have not been drawn away.
30 Giv dem Navn af vraget Sølv, thi dem har HERREN vraget.
'Silver rejected,' they have called to them, For Jehovah hath kicked against them!
