Esajas 16
1 Landets Herrer sender en Gave fra Sela gennem Ørknen til Zions Datters Bjerg.
Send ye the lamb due to the ruler of the land, From Sela towards the desert, —Unto the mount of the daughter of Zion;
2 Og ret som flagrende Fugle, som en opskræmt Rede er Moabs Døtre ved Arnons Vadesteder.
Yet shall it be that—Like wandering birds from a nest cast forth, Shall be the daughters of Moab, at the fords of Arnon.
3 "Kom med et Råd, gør Ende derpå, lad din Skygge blive som Natten ved højlys Dag, skjul de bortdrevne, røb ej de flyende!
Bring thou, in counsel, Execute thou judgment, Make as the night, thy shadow in the midst of high noon, —Hide thou the outcasts, The wanderer, do not thou reveal.
4 Giv Moabs bortdrevne Tilhold hos dig, vær dem et Skjul for den, som hærger! Er først Voldsmanden borte, Ødelæggelsen omme, Undertrykkeren ude af Landet.
Let mine own outcasts, sojourn with thee, O Moab, become thou a covert to them from the face of the spoiler, —For vanished is the oppressor, At an end is extortion, They who tread down have ceased out of the land.
5 skal en Trone rejses med Mildhed, og på den skal sidde en Dommer med Trofasthed i Davids Telt, ivrig for Ret og øvet i Retfærd."
So shall be established, in lovingkindness, a throne, And one shall sit thereon, in truth, in the home of David, —Judging—and seeking justice and speeding righteousness.
6 "Vi har hørt om Moabs Hovmod, det såre store, dets Overmod, Hovmod og Frækhed, dets tomme Snak."
We have heard of the arrogance of Moab, Proud exceedingly! His haughtiness and his arrogance and his passion, Not true, are his boastings.
7 Derfor jamrer Moab over Moab, alle jamrer; Kir-Haresets Rosinkager sukker de sønderknust over.
Therefore shall, Moab, howl for, Moab, All that belong to her, shall wail, —For the ruins of Kir-hareseth, shall they moan out Utterly stricken!
8 Thi visne er Hesjbons Marker, Sibmas Vinstok, hvis Druer slog Folkenes Herrer til Jorden; den nåede Ja'zer, famled gennem Ørkenen, dens Ranker bredte sig, overskred Havet.
For, the fields of Heshbon are withered—The vine of Sibmah, the owners of nations, have broken off ruddy branches, Unto Jazer, had they reached, They had spread abroad to the desert, —Her boughs, had stretched forth, had gone over to the sea.
9 Derfor græder jeg Ja'zers Gråd over Sibmas Vinstok, væder med min Tåre Hesjbon, og El'ale; thi et Vinperserråb slog ned på, din Frugt og din Høst,
For this cause, will I bewail, in the wailing of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I will drench thee with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh, —For, upon thy fruit-harvest, and upon thy grain-harvest, the battle-shout, hath fallen.
10 fra Frugthaver svandt både Glæde og Jubel; i Vingårde jubles der ikke, der lyder ej Råb, i Karrene trampes ej Vin, Vinperserråbet er tystnet.
Now shall be withdrawn rejoicing and exultation out of the garden-land, And, in the vineyards, shall be neither singing nor shouting, —Wine in the winepress, the treader, shall not tread, The vintage-shout, have I made to cease.
11 Derfor bæver mit Indre som Citren for Moab, mit Hjerte for Kir-Heres.
For this cause, mine inward parts—for Moab, like a lyre, shall make a plaintive sound, —Yea what is within me, for Kir-heres.
12 Og når Moab viser sig på Offerhøjen, når det gør sig Møje og kommer til sin Helligdom for at bede, udretter det intet.
And it shall be—When it is seen that Moab hath laboured in vain on the high place, He shall enter into his holy place to pray, and shall not prevail,
13 Det er Ordet, HERREN fordum talede til Moab.
This, is the word which Yahweh spake concerning Moab in, time past;
14 Men nu siger HERREN: Om tre År, som Daglejeren regner Året, skal Moabs Herlighed vanæres med al den store larmende Hob. Resten bliver lille, ringe og afmægtig.
But now, hath Yahweh spoken saying, In three years, —as the years of a hireling, shall the glory of Moab be diminished, with all the great multitude, —even a very small remnant, of no account.
