Esajas 17
1 Et Udsagn om Damaskus. Se, Damaskus går ud af Byernes Tal og bliver til Sten og Grus;
The word about Damascus. See, they have made Damascus a town no longer; it has become a waste place.
2 dets Stæder forlades for evigt og bliver Hjordes Eje; de lejrer sig uden at skræmmes.
Her towns are unpeopled for ever; there the flocks take their rest in peace, without fear.
3 Det er ude med Efraims Værn, Damaskus's Kongedømme, Arams Rest; det går dem som Israels Sønners Herlighed, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE.
The strong tower has gone from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus: the rest of Aram will come to destruction, and be made like the glory of the children of Israel, says the Lord of armies.
4 Og det skal ske på hin Dag: Ringe bliver Jakobs Herlighed, Huldet på hans Krop svinder hen;
And it will be in that day that the glory of Jacob will be made small, and the strength of his body will become feeble.
5 det skal gå som når Høstkarlen griber om Korn og hans Arm skærer Aksene af, det skal gå, som når Aksene samles i Refaims Dal.
And it will be like a man cutting the growth of his grain, pulling together the heads of the grain with his arm; even as when they get in the grain in the valley of Rephaim.
6 En Efterslæt levnes deraf, som når Olietræets Frugt slås ned, to tre Bær øverst i Kronen, fire fem på Frugttræets Grene, så lyder det fra HERREN, Israels Gud.
But it will be like a man shaking an olive-tree, something will still be there, two or three berries on the top of the highest branch, four or five on the outside branches of a fertile tree, says the Lord, the God of Israel.
7 På hin Dag skal Menneskene se hen til deres Skaber, og deres Øjne skal skue hen til Israels Hellige;
In that day a man's heart will be turned to his Maker, and his eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
8 og de skal ikke se hen til Altrene, deres Hænders Værk, eller skue hen til, hvad deres Fingre har lavet, hverken til Asjerastøtterne eller Solstøtterne.
He will not be looking to the altars, the work of his hands, or to the wood pillars or to the sun-images which his fingers have made.
9 På hin Dag ligger dine Byer forladt som de Tomter, Hivviter og Amoriter forlod for Israels Børn; og Landet skal blive en Ørk.
In that day your towns will be like the waste places of the Hivites and the Amorites which the children of Israel took for a heritage, and they will come to destruction.
10 Thi du glemte din Frelses Gud, slog din Tilflugtsklippe af Tanke. Derfor planter du yndige Plantninger og sætter fremmede Skud;
For you have not given honour to the God of your salvation, and have not kept in mind the Rock of your strength; for this cause you made a garden of Adonis, and put in it the vine-cuttings of a strange god;
11 hver Dag får du din Plantning i Vækst, hver Morgen dit Skud i Blomst - indtil Høsten på Sotens, den ulægelige Smertes Dag.
In the day of your planting you were watching its growth, and in the morning your seed was flowering: but its fruit is wasted away in the day of grief and bitter sorrow.
12 Hør Bulder af mange Folkeslag! De buldrer som Havets Bulder. Drøn af Folkefærd! De drøner som vældige Vandes Drøn.
Ah! the voice of peoples, like the loud sounding of the seas, and the thundering of great nations rushing on like the bursting out of waters!
13 Folkefærdene drøner som Drønet af mange Vande. Men truer han ad dem, flygter de bort, vejres hen som Avner på Bjerge for Vinden, som hvirvlende Løv for Stormen.
But he will put a stop to them, and make them go in flight far away, driving them like the waste of the grain on the tops of the mountains before the wind, and like the circling dust before the storm.
14 Ved Aftenstid kommer Rædsel; før Morgen gryr, er de borte. Det er vore Plyndreres Del, det er vore Ransmænds Lov
In the evening there is fear, and in the morning they are gone. This is the fate of those who take our goods, and the reward of those who violently take our property for themselves.
