Jeremias 8
1 Til hin Tid, lyder det fra HERREN, skal man tage Judas Kongers Ben, dets Fyrsters Ben, Præsternes, Profeternes og Jerusalems Indbyggeres Ben ud af deres Grave
At that time, says the Lord, they will take the bones of the kings of Judah, and the bones of his rulers, and the bones of the priests, and the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the people of Jerusalem out of their resting-places:
2 og sprede dem for Sol og Maane og al Himmelens Hær, som de elskede og dyrkede, holdt sig til, raadspurgte og tilbad; de skal ikke samles og jordes, men blive til Gødning paa Marken.
And they will put them out before the sun and the moon and all the stars of heaven, whose lovers and servants they have been, after whom they have gone, to whom they have made prayers, and to whom they have given worship: they will not be put together or placed in the earth; they will be waste on the face of the earth.
3 Og Døden skal foretrækkes for Livet af hele den Rest, der er tilbage af denne onde Slægt paa alle de Steder, jeg driver dem hen, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE.
And death will be desired more than life by the rest of this evil family who are still living in all the places where I have sent them away, says the Lord of armies.
4 Og du skal sige til dem: Saa siger HERREN: Mon man falder og ej staar op, gaar tilbage og ej vender om?
Further, you are to say to them, This is what the Lord has said: Will those who are falling not be lifted up again? will he who has gone away not come back?
5 Hvi falder da dette Folk i Jerusalem fra i evigt Frafald? De fastholder Svig, vil ikke vende om igen.
Why do these people of Jerusalem go back, for ever turning away? they will not give up their deceit, they will not come back.
6 Jeg lytter, hører nøje efter: de taler ej Sandhed, ingen angrer sin Ondskab og siger: »Hvad gjorde jeg!« Hver styrter frem i sit Løb, som Hest stormer frem i Strid.
I took note and gave ear, but no one said what is right: no man had regret for his evil-doing, saying, What have I done? everyone goes off on his way like a horse rushing to the fight.
7 Selv Storken oppe i Luften kender sin Tid, Turtelduen, Svalen og Tranen holder den Tid, de skal komme; men mit Folk, de kender ej HERRENS Ret.
Truly, the stork in the heavens is conscious of her fixed times; the dove and the swallow and the crane keep to the times of their coming; but my people have no knowledge of the law of the Lord.
8 Hvor kan I sige: »Vi er vise, og hos os er HERRENS Lov!« Nej, de skriftkloges Løgnegriffel virked i Løgnens Tjeneste.
How is it that you say, We are wise and the law of the Lord is with us? But see, the false pen of the scribes has made it false.
9 De vise skal blive til Skamme, ræddes og fanges. Se, HERRENS Ord har de vraget, hvad Visdom har de?
The wise men are shamed, they are overcome with fear and taken: see, they have given up the word of the Lord; and what use is their wisdom to them?
10 Derfor giver jeg andre deres Kvinder, nye Herrer deres Marker. Thi fra smaa til store søger hver eneste Vinding, de farer alle med Løgn fra Profet til Præst.
So I will give their wives to others, and their fields to those who will take them for themselves: for everyone, from the least to the greatest, is given up to getting money; from the priest even to the prophet, everyone is false.
11 De læger mit Folks Datters Brøst som den simpleste Sag, idet de siger: »Fred, Fred!« skønt der ikke er Fred.
And they have made little of the wounds of the daughter of Zion, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.
12 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.
Let them be put to shame because they have done disgusting things. They had no shame, they were not able to become red with shame: so they will come down with those who are falling: in the time of their punishment they will be made low, says the Lord.
13 Jeg vil bjærge deres Høst, saa lyder det fra HERREN, men Vinstokken er uden Druer, Figentræet uden Figner, og Løvet er vissent.
I will put an end to them completely, says the Lord: there are no grapes on the vine and no figs on the fig-tree, and the leaf is dry.
14 Hvorfor sidder vi stille? Flok jer dog sammen, lad os gaa til de faste Stæder og tilintetgøres der! Thi HERREN vor Gud tilintetgør os, Gift er vor Drik, thi vi synded mod HERREN.
Why are we seated doing nothing? come together, and let us go to the walled towns, and let destruction overtake us there, for the Lord our God has sent destruction on us, and given us bitter water for our drink, because we have done evil against the Lord.
15 Man haaber paa Fred, men det bliver ej godt, paa Lægedoms Tid, men se, der er Rædsel.
We were looking for peace, but no good came; and for a time of well-being, but there is only a great fear.
16 Hans Hestes Fnysen høres fra Dan, ved Lyden af hans Hingstes Vrinsken skælver alt Landet. De kommer og opæder Landet og dets Fylde, Byen og dens Borgere.
The loud breathing of the horses comes to our ears from Dan: at the sound of the outcry of his war-horses, all the land is shaking with fear; for they have come, and have made a meal of the land and everything in it; the town and the people living in it.
17 Thi se, jeg sender imod jer Slanger, Basilisker, som ikke lader sig besværge, bide jer skal de, lyder det fra HERREN.
See, I will send snakes and poison-snakes among you, against which the wonder-worker has no power; and they will give you wounds which may not be made well, says the Lord.
18 Min Kvide er ikke til at læge, mit Hjerte er sygt.
Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
19 Hør mit Folks Datters Skrig viden om fra Landet! Er HERREN da ikke i Zion, har det ingen Konge? Hvi krænked I mig med eders Billeder, fremmed Tomhed?
The voice of the cry of the daughter of my people comes from a far land: Is the Lord not in Zion? is not her King in her? Why have they made me angry with their images and their strange gods which are no gods?
20 Kornhøst er omme, Frugthøst endt, og vi er ej frelst!
The grain-cutting is past, the summer is ended, and no salvation has come to us.
21 Ved mit Folks Datters Sammenbrud er jeg brudt sammen, jeg sørger, grebet af Rædsel.
For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am broken: I am dressed in the clothing of grief; fear has taken me in its grip.
22 Er der ikke Balsam i Gilead, ingen Læge der? Hvorfor heles da ikke mit Folks Datters Saar?
Is there no life-giving oil in Gilead? is there no expert in medical arts? why then have my people not been made well?
