Esajas 21

1 Et Udsagn om Havørknen. Som hvirvlende Storme, der jager i Sydlandet, kommer det fra Ørkenen, det grufulde Land

The burden of the wilderness of the sea. Like windstorms in the south for passing through, It has come from the wilderness, From a fearful land.

2 Så svart et Syn blev mig meldt: "Ransmænd raner, Hærmænd hærger! Frem, Elamiter! Til Belejring, Meder! Alle Suk gør jeg Ende på!"

A hard vision has been declared to me, The treacherous dealer is dealing treacherously, And the destroyer is destroying. Go up, O Elam, besiege, O Media, I have caused all its sighing to cease.

3 Derfor fyldes mine Lænder af Skælven, jeg gribes af Veer som, fødende Kvinde, døv af Svimmelhed, blind af Skræk,

Therefore my loins have been filled [with] great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.

4 mit Hjerte forvirres, Gru falder på mig; Skumringen, jeg elsker, bliver mig til Angst.

My heart has wandered, trembling has terrified me, He has made the twilight of my desire a fear to me,

5 Bordet dækkes, Hynder bredes, man spiser og drikker, "Op I Fyrster, salv eders Skjolde!"

Arrange the table, watch in the watchtower, Eat, drink, rise, you heads, anoint the shield,

6 Thi så sagde Herren til mig: "Gå hen og stil Vægteren ud! Hvad han får at se, skal han melde.

For thus said the Lord to me: “Go, station the watchman, Let him declare that which he sees.”

7 Og ser han Ryttere, et Par komme ridende, en Rytter på Æsel, en Rytter på Kamel, da skal han lytte, ja lytte spændt!"

And he has seen a chariot—a couple of horsemen, The rider of a donkey, the rider of a camel, And he has given attention—He has increased attention!

8 Og han råbte: "Se, o Herre, på Varden står jeg bestandig, Dagen lang, og på min Vagtpost står jeg trolig

And he cries, “A lion, my lord! I am continually standing on a watchtower by day, And I am stationed on my ward whole nights.

9 Nat efter Nat!" Men se, da kom der ridende Mænd, et Par kom ridende; de råbte: "Faldet, faldet er Babel, han knuste alle dets Guder i Støvet!"

And behold, this, the chariot of a man is coming, A couple of horsemen.” And he answers and says: “Fallen, fallen has Babylon, And He has broken all the carved images of her gods to the earth.

10 Mit knuste, mit tærskede Folk! Hvad jeg, har hørt fra Hærskarers HERRE, fra Israels Gud, det melder jeg eder.

O my threshing, and the son of my floor, That which I heard from YHWH of Hosts, God of Israel, I have declared to you!”

11 Et Udsagn om Duma. Der råbes til mig fra Se'ir: "Vægter, hvordan skrider Natten, Vægter, hvordan skrider Natten?"

The burden of Dumah. [One] is calling to me from Seir, “Watchman, what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?”

12 Vægteren svarer: "Morgen kommer, men også Nat! Vil I spørge, så spørg! Kom kun igen!"

The watchman has said, “Morning has come, and also night, If you inquire, inquire, return, come.”

13 Et Udsagn: "I Ødemarken". Søg Nattely i Ødemarkens Krat, I Dedans Karavaner!

The burden on Arabia. You lodge in a forest in Arabia, O caravans of Dedanim.

14 Bring de tørstige Vand i Møde, I, som bor i Temas Land, mød de flyende med Brød!

Inhabitants of the land of Tema Have brought water to meet the thirsty, With his bread they came before a fugitive.

15 Thi de er på Flugt for Sværd, på Flugt for det dragne Sværd, på Flugt for den spændte Bue, på Flugt for Krigens Tynge.

For they fled from the face of destructions, From the face of an outstretched sword, And from the face of a trodden bow, And from the face of the grievousness of battle.

16 Thi så sagde Herren til mig:"Et År endnu, som Daglejeren regner Året, og det er ude med al Kedars Herlighed.

For thus said the Lord to me: “Within a year, as years of a hired worker, All the glory of Kedar has been consumed.

17 Resten af Kedars Heltes Buer skal være ringe, så sandt HERREN, Israels Gud, har talet."

And the remnant of the number of bow-men, The mighty of the sons of Kedar, are few, For YHWH, God of Israel, has spoken!”