Esajas 18
1 Hør Land med de surrende Vinger hinsides Ætiopiens Strømme,
Behold, land shadowed [with] wings, That [is] beyond the rivers of Cush,
2 du, som sender Bud over Havet i Både af Siv på Vandspejlet: Gå, I hastige Bud, til det ranke, glinsende Folk, til Folket, som frygtes så vide, Kraftens og Sejrens Folk, hvis Land gennemstrømmes af Floder.
That is sending ambassadors by sea, Even with implements of reed on the face of the waters—Go, swift messengers, To a nation drawn out and peeled, To a people fearful from its beginning and onward, A nation meeting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled.
3 Alle I Jorderigs Folk, som bygger på Jord: Rejses Banner på Bjerge, så se, når der stødes i Horn, så hør!
All you inhabitants of the world, And you dwellers of earth, At the lifting up of an ensign on hills you look, And at the blowing of a horn you hear.
4 Thi så sagde HERREN til mig: "Rolig ser jeg til fra mit Sæde som glødende Luft i Solskin, som Dugsky i Høstens Tid."
For thus said YHWH to me: “I rest, and I look on My settled place, As a clear heat on an herb. As a thick cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.
5 Thi før Høst, når Blomstring er endt, når Blomst sætter modnende Drue, afskærer han Rankerne med Knive, og Skuddene kapper han bort.
For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then [One] has cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches He has turned aside, cut down.
6 De gives alle til Bjergenes Fugle og Jordens Dyr, om Somren Føde for Fugle, om Vintren for al Jordens Dyr.
They are left together to the ravenous bird of the mountains, And to the beast of the earth, And the ravenous bird has summered on them, And every beast of the earth winters on them.
7 Til hin Tid skal der bringes Hærskarers HERRE Gave fra et rankt og glinsende Folk, et Folk, som frygtes så vide, Kraftens og Sejrens Folk, hvis Land gennemstrømmes af Floder, til Stedet, hvor Hærskarers HERREs Navn bor, til Zions Bjerg.
At that time a present is brought to YHWH of Hosts, A nation drawn out and peeled. Even of a people fearful from the beginning until now, A nation meting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled, To the place of the Name of YHWH of Hosts—Mount Zion!”
