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, saith the LORD, they shall bring out the bones of the kings of Judah, and the bones of his princes, and the bones of the priests, and the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the inhabitants of Jerusalem, out of their graves;
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 shall spread them before the sun, and the moon, and all the host of heaven, whom they have loved, and whom they have served, and after whom they have walked, and whom they have sought, and whom they have worshipped; they shall not be gathered, nor be buried, they shall be for dung upon 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 shall be chosen rather than life by all the residue that remain of this evil family, that remain in all the places whither I have driven them, saith the LORD of hosts.
4 Og du skal sige til dem: Saa siger HERREN: Mon man falder og ej staar op, gaar tilbage og ej vender om?
Moreover thou shalt say unto them: Thus saith the LORD: Do men fall, and not rise up again? Doth one turn away, and not return?
5 Hvi falder da dette Folk i Jerusalem fra i evigt Frafald? De fastholder Svig, vil ikke vende om igen.
Why then is this people of Jerusalem slidden back by a perpetual backsliding? They hold fast deceit, they refuse to return.
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 attended and listened, but they spoke not aright; no man repenteth him of his wickedness, saying: 'What have I done?' Every one turneth away in his course, as a horse that rusheth headlong in the battle.
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.
Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the swallow and the crane observe the time of their coming; but My people know not the ordinance 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 do ye say: 'We are wise, and the Law of the LORD is with us'? Lo, certainly in vain hath wrought the vain pen of the scribes.
9 De vise skal blive til Skamme, ræddes og fanges. Se, HERRENS Ord har de vraget, hvad Visdom har de?
The wise men are ashamed, they are dismayed and taken; Lo, they have rejected the word of the LORD; and what wisdom is in 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.
Therefore will I give their wives unto others, and their fields to them that shall possess them; for from the least even unto the greatest every one is greedy for gain, from the prophet even unto the priest every one dealeth falsely.
11 De læger mit Folks Datters Brøst som den simpleste Sag, idet de siger: »Fred, Fred!« skønt der ikke er Fred.
And they have healed the hurt of the daughter of My people lightly, 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.
They shall be put to shame because they have committed abomination; yea, they are not at all ashamed, neither know they how to blush; therefore shall they fall among them that fall, in the time of their visitation they shall stumble, saith 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 utterly consume them, saith the LORD; there are no grapes on the vine, nor figs on the fig-tree, and the leaf is faded; and I gave them that which they transgress.
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 do we sit still? Assemble yourselves, and let us enter into the fortified cities, and let us be cut off there; for the LORD our God hath cut us off, and given us water of gall to drink, because we have sinned against the LORD.
15 Man haaber paa Fred, men det bliver ej godt, paa Lægedoms Tid, men se, der er Rædsel.
We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and behold terror!'
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 snorting of his horses is heard from Dan; at the sound of the neighing of his strong ones the whole land trembleth; for they are come, and have devoured the land and all that is in it, the city and those that dwell therein.
17 Thi se, jeg sender imod jer Slanger, Basilisker, som ikke lader sig besværge, bide jer skal de, lyder det fra HERREN.
For, behold, I will send serpents, basilisks, among you, which will not be charmed; and they shall bite you, saith the LORD.
18 Min Kvide er ikke til at læge, mit Hjerte er sygt.
Though I would take comfort against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
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?
Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land far off: 'Is not the LORD in Zion? Is not her King in her?' — 'Why have they provoked Me with their graven images, and with strange vanities?' —
20 Kornhøst er omme, Frugthøst endt, og vi er ej frelst!
'The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.'
21 Ved mit Folks Datters Sammenbrud er jeg brudt sammen, jeg sørger, grebet af Rædsel.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I seized with anguish; I am black, appalment hath taken hold on me.
22 Er der ikke Balsam i Gilead, ingen Læge der? Hvorfor heles da ikke mit Folks Datters Saar?
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?
