Ezekiel 27
1 HERRENs Ord kom til mig således:
And the word of Yahweh came unto me, saying:
2 Du, Menneskesøn, istem en Klagesang over Tyrus og sig til Tyrus,
Thou, therefore, son of man, Take up over Tyre a dirge;
3 som ligger ved Adgangen til Havet og driver Handel med Folkeslagene på de mange fjerne Strande: Så siger den Herre HERREN: Tyrus, du siger: "Fuldendt i Skønhed er jeg!"
And thou shalt say unto Tyre, O thou that dwellest by the entrances of the sea, Thou merchant of the peoples unto many shores, — Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, O Tyre, Thou saidst, I, am the perfection of beauty!
4 De bygged dig midt i Havet, fuldendte din Skønhed.
In the heart of the seas, were thy bounds, —Thy builders perfected thy beauty:
5 De tømred af Senircypresser hver Planke i dig, fra Libanon hented de Cedre at lave din Mast,
With fir-trees from Senir, but they for thee all the two-decked vessels, — Cedar from Lebanon, fetched they, to make masts for thee:
6 af Basans højeste Ege skar de dig Årer, de lagde dit Dæk af Fyr fra Kittæernes Strande;
With oaks from Bashan, made they thine oars, — Thy benches, made they of ivory, inlaid with boxwood, From the shores of the West:
7 dit Sejl var ægyptisk Byssus i broget Væv, dit Tag var Purpur i blåt og rødt fra Elisjas Strande.
Of fine linen with embroidered work from Egypt, was thy sail, To serve thee for ensign, — Blue and purple from the shores of Aeolis became thine awning:
8 Zidons og Arvads Folk var Rorkarle for dig, om Bord var de kyndigste i Zarepta, de var dine Styrmænd,
the inhabitants of Zidon and Arvad, Became rowers for thee, — Thine own skilled men O Tyre, were within thee, They were thy sailors:
9 de ældste og kyndigste i Gebal, de bøded din Læk. Alle Havets Skibe med Søfolk var hos dig for at omsætte dine Varer.
the elders of Byblus and the skilled men thereof, were within thee, Thy calkers, — All the ships of the sea and their mariners, were within thee, To carry on thy traffic,
10 Folk fra Persien, Lydien og Put var i din Hær som Krigsfolk, de ophængte Skjolde og Hjelme i dig; de gav dig Glans.
They of Persia and Lud and Phut were in thine army, Thy men of war, — Shield and helmet, hung they up within thee, They set forth thy splendour:
11 Arvaditerne og deres Hær stod rundt på dine Mure, Gammaditerne på dine Tårne; de ophængte deres Skjolde rundt på dine Mure, de fuldendte din Skønhed.
The sons of Arvad: with thine army, were upon thy walls round about, And valorous in thy towers, — Their shields, hung they up on thy walls round about, They perfected thy beauty:
12 Tarsis var din Handelsven, fordi du havde alskens Gods i Mængde; Sølv, Jern, Tin og Bly gav de dig for dine Varer.
Tarshish was a trader of thine. For the abundance of all wealth, — With silver iron. tin and lead, Took they part in thy traffic:
13 Javan, Tubal og Mesjek drev Handel med dig; Trælle og Kobberkar gav de dig i Bytte.
Javan. Tubal and Meshech, They were merchants of thine, — With the persons of men and vessels of bronze, Shared they in thy barter:
14 Togarmas Hus gav dig Køreheste, Rideheste og Muldyr for dine Varer.
Some of the house of Togarmah, with horses and horsemen and mules, Took part in thy traffic:
15 Rodosboerne drev Handel med dig, mange fjerne Strande var dine Handelsvenner; Elfenben og Ibenholt bragte de dig som Vederlag.
the sons of Dedan were merchants of thine, Many, isles, took the merchandise of thy hand, —Horns of ivory and ebony, gave they back to thee in exchange:
16 Edom var din Handelsven, fordi du havde Varer i Mængde; Karfunkler, Purpur, brogede Tøjer, fint Linned, Koraller og Rubiner gav de dig for dine Varer.
Syria, was a trader of thine For the abundance of thy manufactures, - With carbuncle and purple and embroidery and fine linen and coral and rubies, Took they part in thy traffic:
17 Juda og Israels Land drev Handel med dig; Hvede fra Minnit, Bagværk, Honning, Olie og Mastiksbalsam gav de dig i Bytte.
Judah and the land of Israel, They, were merchants of thine, — With the wheat of Minnith and the sweets of pannag and honey and oil and balsam, Shared they in thy barter:
18 Damaskus var din Handelsven fordi du havde alskens Gods i Mængde; de kom med Vin fra Helbon og Uld fra Zahar.
Damascus was a trader of thine For the multitude of thy manufactures For the multitude of all wealth, - With the wine of Helbon and white wool:
19 Vedan og Javan gav Sager fra Uzal for dine Varer; smeddet Jern, Hassia og Kalmus fik du i Bytte.
Wedan and Javan, from Uzal, Brought into thy traffic, — Steel, cassia and calamus, Were, in thy merchandise:
20 Dedan drev Handel med dig med Sadeldækkener til Ridning.
Dedan was a merchant of thine, - With spreading wraps for riding:
21 Araberne og alle Kedars Fyrster var dine Hardelsvenner; med Lam, Vædre og Bukke handlede de med dig.
Arabia and all the princes of Kedar, They, were traders at thy service, — With lambs and rams and he-goats, With these, were they traders of thine:
22 Sabas og Ramas Handelsfolk drev Handel med dig; den allerfineste Balsam, alle Slags Ædelsten og Guld gav de dig for dine Varer.
The merchants of Sheba and Raamah, They were merchants of thine, — With the chief of all spices and with every kind of precious stone and gold, Took they part in thy traffic:
23 Karan, Kanne og Eden, Assyrerne og hele Medien drev Handel med dig;
Haran and Canneh and Eden, the merchants of Sheba, —Asshur. Chilmad, Were merchants of thine:
24 de handlede med dig med smukke Klæder, Purpurkapper, brogede Tøjer, farvede Tæpper, tvundet og fastsnoet Reb på dine Markeder;
Those were thy merchants for gorgeous garments, for wrappings of blue and embroidery, and for treasure-chests of variegated cloth, —for cords, twisted and strong, in thy market:
25 Tarsisskibene tjente dig ved din Omsætning. Du fyldtes, blev såre tung midt ude i Havet.
the ships of Tarshish, were thy masts Carrying on thy barter, So wast thou filled and becamest very glorious In the heart of the seas.
26 I rum Sø fik de dig ud, dine roende Mænd; da knuste en Østenstorm dig midt ude på Havet;
Into mighty waters, have they brought thee, the rowers—even thee, — the east wind, hath broken thee In the heart of the seas:
27 dit Gods, dine Varer, din Vinding, dine Søfolk og Styrmænd, de, der bøded din Læk, dine Handelsfolk, alt dit krigsfolk, som var om Bord, alt Mandskab i din Midte styrter i Havets dyb, den Dag du falder.
Thy wealth and thy wares, thy merchandise thy mariners, and thy sailors, -thy calkers and the barterers of thy merchandise and all thy men of war who are in thee and in all thy gathered host which is in thy midst Shall fall into the heart of the seas, In the day of thy fall.
28 Markerne skælver ved dine Styrmænds Skrig.
At the sound of the outcry of thy pilots, the coasts shall quake:
29 Alle, der sidder ved Årer, går da fra Borde, Søfolk og alle Styrmænd går da i Land;
Then shall come down from their ships all that handle the oar, mariners, all the sailors of the sea— Upon the land, shall they take up their station;
30 de løfter Røsten over dig, klager bittert; på Hovedet kaster de Jord og vælter sig i Støvet,
And make loud [lament] over thee, with their voice, And make biter outcry, - And shall lift up dust on their heads, In ashes, shall roll themselves;
31 klipper sig skaldet for dig, klæder sig i Sæk, begræder dig, bitre i Hu, med Sjælekvide,
And shall make bald for thee a baldness And gird them with sackcloth, — And shall weep for thee in bitterness of soul A bitter lamentation;
32 istemtner jamrende Klage over dig, klager: Ak, hvor Tyrus er øde midt i Havet!
And shall take up for thee in their Wailing: a dirge, And shall chant over thee, - Who is like Tyre? Like the Sent One in the midst of the sea?
33 Når din Vinding kom ind fra Havet, mætted du mange Folkeslag; med dit meget Gods og dine Varer gjorde du Jordens konger rige.
By the going forth of thy commodities out of the seas, Thou didst satisfy many peoples, By the multitude of thy wares and of thy merchandise, Thou didst enrich the kings of the earth.
34 Nu led du Skibbrud på Havet, på Vandets Dyb, dine Varer og alt dit Mandskab gik under med dig.
Now, thou art wrecked out of the seas In the depths of waters, — Thy merchandise and all thy gathered host In thy midst, have fallen.
35 Over dig gyser alle, som bor på de fjerne Strande, deres Konger er slagne af Angst, deres Ansigt blegner.
All the dwellers in the coastlands, Are astounded over thee, - And their kings have been made to shudder a shuddering, To be troubled in countenance.
36 Deres Kræmmere hånfløjter ad dig, til Rædsel blev du, er borte for evigt.
The traders among the peoples, have hissed over thee: A terror, hast thou become, And, art not, Unto times age-abiding.
