Habakkuk 2

1 Op på min Varde vil jeg stige; stå hen på mit Vagtsted og spejde, og se, hvad han taler i mig, hvad Svar han har på min Klage.

I will stand vpon my watch, and set me vpon the towre, and wil looke and see what he would say vnto mee, and what I shall answere to him that rebuketh me.

2 Og HERREN gav mig til Svar de Ord: "Skriv Synet op og rist det ind i Tavler, at det kan læses let;

And the Lord answered me, and sayde, Write the vision, and make it plaine vpon tables, that he may runne that readeth it.

3 thi Synet står ved Magt, træffer ind til Tide, usvigeligt iler det mod Målet; tøver det, bi så på det, thi det kommer; det udebliver ikke."

For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the last it shall speake, and not lie: though it tarie, waite: for it shall surely come, and shall not stay.

4 Se, opblæst, uredelig er Sjælen i ham, men den retfærdige skal leve ved sin Tro.

Beholde, he that lifteth vp himselfe, his minde is not vpright in him, but the iust shall liue by his fayth,

5 Han er der hos den frækkeste Røver, en hoven, frastødende Mand, der som Dødsriget opspiler Gabet, som Døden uden at mættes, skraber alle Folkene til sig, sanker alle Folkeslag til sig. (Sheol h7585)

Yea, in deede the proude man is as hee that transgresseth by wine: therefore shall he not endure, because he hath enlarged his desire as the hell, and is as death, and can not be satisfied, but gathereth vnto him all nations, and heapeth vnto him all people. (Sheol h7585)

6 Visselig skal de alle istemme en Hånsang, en Smædevise fuld af Hentydninger til ham og sige: Ve ham, der dynger andres Gods op - hvor længe? - og læsser Pantegods på sig!

Shall not all these take vp a parable against him, and a tanting prouerbe against him, and say, Ho, he that increaseth that which is not his? howe long? and hee that ladeth himselfe with thicke clay?

7 Thi brat står dine Skyldherrer op; de, som vil rykke dig, vågner; da bliver du dem til Bytte.

Shall they not rise vp suddenly, that shall bite thee? and awake, that shall stirre thee? and thou shalt be their praye?

8 Fordi du har plyndret mange Folk, skal du plyndres af al Folkeslagenes Rest for Menneskeblods Skyld, for Vold mod Landet, mod Byen og alle, som bor der.

Because thou hast spoyled many nations, all the remnant of the people shall spoyle thee, because of mens blood, and for the wrong done in the land, in the citie, and vnto all that dwell therein.

9 Ve ham, som søger ublu Vinding til sit Hus for at bygge sin Rede højt og redde sig fra Ulykkens Hånd.

Ho, he that coueteth an euil couetousnesse to his house, that he may set his nest on hie, to escape from the power of euil.

10 Dit Hus får Skam af dit Råd. Du nedtrådte mange Folkeslag, men satte din Sjæl i Vove.

Thou hast consulted shame to thine owne house, by destroying many people, and hast sinned against thine owne soule.

11 Thi Stenen råber fra Væggen, fra Træværket svarer Bjælken.

For the stone shall crie out of the wall, and the beame out of the timber shall answere it.

12 Ve ham, som bygger By med Blod og rejser en Stad med Uret,

Wo vnto him that buildeth a towne with blood, and erecteth a citie by iniquitie.

13 (er dette ikke, fra Hærskarers HERRE?) så Folkeslag slider for Ilden, og Folkefærds Møje er spildt.

Beholde, is it not of the Lord of hostes that the people shall labour in ye very fire? the people shall euen weary themselues for very vanitie.

14 Thi Jorden skal fyldes af Kundskab om HERRENs Herlighed, som Vandene dækker Havets Bund.

For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters couer the sea.

15 Ve ham, som lader Venner drikke en Rus af Fade og Skåle for at få deres Blusel at se.

Wo vnto him that giueth his neighbour drinke: thou ioynest thine heate, and makest him drunken also, that thou mayest see their priuities.

16 Du mætted dig med Skam for Ære. Drik selv, vis din Forhud frem! Nu kommer Bægeret fra HERRENs højre til dig og Skændsel til din Ære.

Thou art filled with shame for glorie: drinke thou also, and be made naked: the cup of the Lords right hand shall be turned vnto thee, and shamefull spuing shalbe for thy glory.

17 Thi du tynges af Vold mod Libanon, knuses for Misbrug af Dyr, for Menneskeblods Skyld, for Vold mod Landet, mod Byen og alle, som bor der.

For the crueltie of Lebanon shall couer thee: so shall the spoyle of the beastes, which made them afraide, because of mens blood, and for the wrong done in the land, in the citie, and vnto all that dwell therein.

18 Hvad gavner det skårne Billed, at en Billedskærer skærer det ud, det støbte Billed, hvis Spådom er falsk, at en Billedskærer stoler derpå, så han laver stumme Guder?

What profiteth the image? for the maker thereof hath made it an image, and a teacher of lies, though he that made it, trust therein, when he maketh dumme idoles.

19 Ve den, som siger til Træ: "Vågn op!" til Sten uden Mæle:" - Stå op!" Den skulde kunne spå! Se, den er klædt i Guld og Sølv, men af Ånd har den intet i sig.

Wo vnto him that sayth to the wood, Awake, and to the dumme stone, Rise vp, it shall teach thee: beholde, it is layde ouer with golde and siluer, and there is no breath in it.

20 Men HERREN er i sin Helligdom; stille for ham, al Jorden!

But the Lord is in his holy Temple: let all the earth keepe silence before him.