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 on my watch-tower, And set myself on the bulwark, And watch to see what he will say to me, And what I shall answer to my expostulation.
2 Og HERREN gav mig til Svar de Ord: "Skriv Synet op og rist det ind i Tavler, at det kan læses let;
And Jehovah answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tablets, That he may run 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 it hasteneth to the end; it shall not deceive; If it tarry, wait for it; For it shall surely come; it shall not long delay.
4 Se, opblæst, uredelig er Sjælen i ham, men den retfærdige skal leve ved sin Tro.
Behold, the soul of him that is puffed up shall not be at ease; But the just shall live by his faithfulness.
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)
Behold, the man of wine is outrageous; The proud man remaineth not at rest; He enlargeth his desire as the grave; He is as death, and cannot be satisfied; He gathereth to himself all the nations, And collecteth to himself all the kingdoms. (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 of them utter a song against him, Yea, songs of reproach and derision concerning him? And say, Woe to him that heapeth up that which belongeth not to him! For how long a time? That ladeth himself with goods taken in pledge!
7 Thi brat står dine Skyldherrer op; de, som vil rykke dig, vågner; da bliver du dem til Bytte.
Shall not they suddenly rise up that will oppress thee, And awake, that will harass thee? Yea, thou shalt be their booty.
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 plundered many kingdoms, All the residue of the nations shall plunder thee: For the blood of men, and for violence against the land, Against the city and all its inhabitants.
9 Ve ham, som søger ublu Vinding til sit Hus for at bygge sin Rede højt og redde sig fra Ulykkens Hånd.
Woe to him that procureth unjust gain for his house, That he may set his nest on high, That he may be delivered from the evil hand!
10 Dit Hus får Skam af dit Råd. Du nedtrådte mange Folkeslag, men satte din Sjæl i Vove.
Thou hast devised shame for thine house; By destroying many nations, thou hast brought ruin upon thyself.
11 Thi Stenen råber fra Væggen, fra Træværket svarer Bjælken.
For the stone from the wall crieth out, And the beam from the timber answereth it.
12 Ve ham, som bygger By med Blod og rejser en Stad med Uret,
Woe to him that buildeth a town by blood, And establisheth a city by iniquity!
13 (er dette ikke, fra Hærskarers HERRE?) så Folkeslag slider for Ilden, og Folkefærds Møje er spildt.
Behold, it is determined by Jehovah of hosts, That nations shall labor for the fire, And kingdoms weary themselves for naught.
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 Jehovah, As the waters cover the sea.
15 Ve ham, som lader Venner drikke en Rus af Fade og Skåle for at få deres Blusel at se.
Woe to him who giveth his neighbor drink; Who poureth out the strong wine, and maketh him drunken, That he may look upon his nakedness!
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 shalt be filled with shame instead of glory; Drink thou also, and show thy foreskin! To thee shall come the cup in the right hand of Jehovah, And foul shame shall be upon 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 violence done to Lebanon shall cover thee, And the destruction of the beasts which made them afraid, On account of the blood of men, and violence against the land, Against the city and all its inhabitants.
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 graven image, When the maker hath graven it? Or the molten image, and the teacher of lies, That the artificer trusteth in his work, When he maketh dumb idols?
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.
Woe to him who saith to the wood, Awake! To the dumb stone, Arise! Will it teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, And there is no breath within it.
20 Men HERREN er i sin Helligdom; stille for ham, al Jorden!
But Jehovah is in his Holy temple; Be silent before him, all the earth!
