Esajas 1
1 Det Syn, Esajas, Amoz's Søn, skuede om Juda og Jerusalem, i de dage da Uzzija, Jotam, Akaz og Ezekias var Konger i Juda.
The vision of Isaiah son of Amoz, which he saw, concerning Judah and Jerusalem, —in the days of Uzziah Jotham Ahaz Hezekiah—kings of Judah.
2 Hør, I Himle, lyt, du Jord, thi HERREN taler: Børn har jeg opfødt og fostret, men de forbrød sig imod mig.
Hear O heavens, And give ear, O earth, for Yahweh, hath spoken: —Sons, have I brought up, and advanced, And, they, have rebelled against me.
3 En Okse kender sin Ejer, et Æsel sin Herres Krybbe; men Israel kender intet, mit Folk kan intet fatte.
An ox knoweth, his owner, And an ass his masters crib, —Israel, doth not know, My people doth not consider.
4 Ve det syndefulde Folk, en brødetynget Slægt, Ugerningsmænds Æt, vanartede Børn! De svigtede HERREN, lod hånt om Israels Hellige, vendte ham Ryg.
Alas! a nation—committing sin, a people—burdened with iniquity, a seed—practising wickedness, sons—acting corruptly. They have forsaken Yahweh despised the Holy One of Israel, —Are estranged and gone back.
5 Kan I tåle flere Hug, siden I stadig falder fra? Kun Sår er Hovedet, sygt hele Hjertet;
Why should ye be smitten any more? Ye would again turn aside! The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint:
6 fra Fodsål til isse er intet helt kun Flænger, Strimer og friske Sår; de er ej trykket ud, ej heller forbundet og ikke lindret med Olie.
From the sole of the foot even unto the head, there is in it no soundness, Bruise and stripe and newly-made wound, —They have not been pressed out, nor bound up, nor soothed with oil.
7 Eders Land er øde, eders Byer brændt, fremmede æder eders Jord for eders Øjne så øde som ved Sodomas Undergang.
Your country—is a desolation, Your cities—are consumed with fire, —Your soil—right before your eyes, foreigners are devouring it, And it is a desolation a very overthrow by foreigners;
8 Zions Datter er levnet som en Hytte i en Vingård, et Vagtskur i en Græskarmark en omringet By.
And left is the Daughter of Zion, Like a hut in a vineyard, —Like a lodge in a gourd-plot Like a city besieged.
9 Havde ikke Hærskarers HERRE levnet os en Rest, da var vi som Sodoma, ligned Gomorra.
If, Yahweh of hosts, had not left us a very small remnant, Like Sodom, had we become, Gomorrah, had we resembled.
10 Lån Øre til HERRENs Ord I Sodomadommere, lyt til vor Guds Åbenbaring, du Gomorrafolk!
Hear the word of Yahweh, ye rulers of Sodom, —Give ear to the instruction of our God, ye people of Gomorrah: —
11 Hvad skal jeg med alle eders Slagtofre? siger HERREN; jeg er mæt af Væderbrændofre, af Fedekalves Fedt, har ej Lyst til Blod af Okser og Lam og Bukke.
Of what use to me, is your multitude of sacrifices: Saith Yahweh: I am sated with ascending-offerings of rams and the fat of fed beasts, —In the blood of bulls and young rams and he-goats, have I no pleasure.
12 Når I kommer at stedes for mit Åsyn, hvo kræver da af jer, at min Forgård trampes ned?
When ye enter to see my face, Who hath required this at your hand trampling my courts?
13 Bring ej flere tomme Afgrødeofre, vederstyggelig Offerrøg er de mig! Nymånefest, Sabbat og festligt Stævne jeg afskyr Uret og festlig Samling.
Ye shall not again bring in an empty, present, Incense, an abomination, is that unto me! New moon, and sabbath calling an assembly—I cannot endure, iniquity and sacred festival!
14 Eders Nymånefester og Højtider hader min, Sjæl de er mig en Byrde, jeg er træt af at bære.
Your new moons and your appointed feasts, my soul, hateth, —They have become unto me a burden I am too weary to bear:
15 Breder I Hænderne ud, skjuler jeg Øjnene for jer. Hvor meget I så end beder, jeg hører det ikke. Eders Hænder er fulde af Blod;
Even when ye spread forth your open palms, I hide mine eyes from you; Yea, though ye multiply prayers, I am not hearkening, —Your hands, with deeds of blood, are filled.
16 tvæt jer, rens jer, bort med de onde Gerninger fra mine Øjne! Hør op med det onde,
Wash you make you clean, Put away the wickedness of your doings from before mine eyes, —Cease to do evil.
17 lær det gode, læg Vind på, hvad Ret er; hjælp fortrykte, skaf faderløse Ret, før Enkens Sag!
Learn to do well—Seek justice, Correct the oppressor, —Vindicate the fatherless, Plead the cause of the widow,
18 Kom, lad os gå i Rette med hinanden, siger HERREN. Er eders Synder som Skarlagen, de skal blive hvide som Sne; er de end røde som Purpur, de skal dog blive som Uld.
Come, I pray you, and let us settle the dispute Saith Yahweh, —Though your sins be found like scarlet, As snow, shall they be made white, Though they appear red like crimson, As wool, shall they become.
19 Lyder I villigt, skal I æde Landets Goder;
If ye be willing—and hearken Of the good of the land, shall ye eat;
20 står I genstridigt imod, skal I ædes af Sværd. Thi HERRENs Mund har talt.
But, if ye refuse and rebel, With the sword, shall ye be devoured, For, the mouth of Yahweh, hath spoken it.
21 At den skulde ende som Skøge, den trofaste By, Zion, så fuld af Ret, Retfærdigheds Hjem, men nu er der Mordere.
How hath she become unchaste!—The city that was Faithful, —Full of justice, Righteousness lodged in her, But, now, murderers!
22 Dit Sølv er blevet til Slagger, din Vin er spædet med Vand.
Thy silver, hath become dross, —Thy wine, weakened with water;
23 Tøjlesløse er dine Førere, Venner med Tyve; Gaver elsker de alle, jager efter Stikpenge, skaffer ej faderløse Ret og tager sig ikke af Enkens Sag.
Thy rulers, are unruly, and companions of thieves, Every one of the people, loveth a bribe, and runneth after rewards, —The fatherless, they do not vindicate, And, the plea of the widow, reacheth them not.
24 Derfor lyder det fra Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Vældige: "Min Gengælds Ve over Avindsmænd, min Hævn over Fjender!
Therefore, Declareth the Lord Yahweh of hosts, The Mighty One of Israel, —Alas! I must appease me on mine adversaries, I must avenge me on mine enemies
25 Jeg vender min Hånd imod dig, renser ud dine Slagger i Ovnen og udskiller alt dit Bly.
That I may turn my hand against thee, And smelt away, as with potash, thy dross, And remove all thine alloy;
26 Jeg giver dig Dommere som fordum, Rådsherrer som før; så kaldes du Retfærdigheds By, den trofaste Stad.
That I may restore thy Judges as at the first, and thy Counsellors as at the beginning, —After that, shalt thou be called Righteous citadel, Trusty city, —
27 Zion genløses ved Ret, de omvendte der ved Retfærd.
Zion, with justice shall be redeemed, —And her returning ones, with righteousness;
28 Men Overtrædere og Syndere knuses til Hobe; hvo HERREN svigter, forgår.
And the downfall of transgressors and sinners, shall be, together, —And, they who forsake Yahweh, shall be brought to an end;
29 Thi Skam vil I få af de Ege, I elsker, Skuffelse af Lundene, I sætter så højt;
For they shall turn pale on account of the oaks which ye desired, —And ye shall blush on account of the gardens which ye had chosen;
30 thi I bliver som en Eg med visnende Løv, som en Lund, hvor der ikke er Vand.
For ye shall be as an oak with its leaf faded, And as a garden that hath no, water;
31 Den stærke bliver til Blår, hans Værk til en Gnist; begge brænder med hinanden, og ingen slukker.
Then shall the strong one become tow, And his work a spark, —And they shall both blaze together And there be none to quench the fire.
