Esajas 23

1 Et Udsagn om Tyrus. Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus! De får det at vide på Vejen fra Kyperns Land.

The prophecy concerning Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste; No house, no entrance is left! From the land of the Chittaeans were the tidings brought to them.

2 Det er ude med Kystlandets Folk, med Zidons Købmænd, hvis Sendebud for over Havet,

Be amazed, ye inhabitants of the sea-coast, Which the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, did crowd!

3 de mange Vande, hvis Indkomst var Sjihors Sæd, hvis Vinding Alverdens Varer.

Upon the wide waters, the corn of the Nile, The harvest of the river, was her revenue; She was the mart of the nations.

4 Skam få du, Zidon, thi Havet siger: "Jeg har ikke haft Veer, jeg fødte ikke, ej har jeg fostret Ynglinge, opfødt Jomfruer!"

Be thou ashamed, O Sidon, for the sea hath spoken, The fortress of the sea hath spoken thus: “I have not travailed, nor brought forth children; I have not nourished youths, nor brought up virgins.”

5 Når Rygtet når Ægypten, skælver de ved Rygtet om Tyrus.

When the tidings shall reach Egypt, They shall be filled with anguish at the tidings concerning Tyre.

6 Drag over til Tarsis og jamrer, I Kystlandets Folk!

Pass ye over to Tarshish; Howl, ye inhabitants of the sea-coast!

7 Er det eders jublende By fra Urtids Dage, hvis Fødder førte den viden om som Gæst?

Is this your joyous city, Whose antiquity is of ancient days? Now her own feet bear her To sojourn far away.

8 Hvo satte sig dette for mod det kronede Tyrus, hvis Købmænd var Fyrster, hvis Kræmmere Jordens Adel?

Who hath purposed this against Tyre, The dispenser of crowns, Whose merchants are princes, Whose traders the nobles of the earth?

9 Det gjorde Hærskarers HERRE for at vanære Hovmod, skænde al Stolthed, al Jordens Adel.

Jehovah of hosts hath purposed it, To bring down the pride of all glory, To humble the nobles of the earth.

10 Græd, I Tarsisskibe, Havn er der ikke mer!

Go over thy land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish! Now thy bonds are broken.

11 Han udrakte Hånden mod Havet, rystede Riger, HERREN samled Folk for at jævne Kana'ans Fæstninger.

He hath stretched out his hand over the sea, He hath made the kingdoms tremble; Jehovah hath given commandment concerning Canaan To destroy her strong holds.

12 Han sagde: "Aldrig mer skal du juble, du voldtagne Jomfru, Zidons Datter! Stå op, drag over til Kypern, selv der skal du ej finde Hvile!"

He hath said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, Thou ravished virgin, daughter of Sidon! Arise, pass over to the Chittaeans; Yet even there shalt thou have no rest.

13 Se til Kyprioternes Land! Søfarere grunded det Folk; de rejste dets Vagttårne, Byer og Borge. Han gjorde det til en Ruinhob.

Behold the land of the Chaldaeans, Who, not long ago, were not a people, —The Assyrian assigned it to the inhabitants of the wilderness, —They raise their watch-towers; They destroy her palaces; They make her a heap of ruins.

14 Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus!

Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For your stronghold is destroyed.

15 På hin Dag skal Tyrus gå ad Glemme i halvfjerdsindstyve År, som i een Konges Dage. Men efter halvfjerdsindstyve Års Forløb skal det gå med Tyrus som med Skøgen i Visen:

And it shall come to pass in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king; But at the end of seventy years It shall be with Tyre as in the song of the harlot:

16 Tag din Citer, gå rundt i Byen, du glemte Skøge, leg smukt på Strenge, syng, hvad du kan, så du kommes i Hu!"

“Take thy lyre, go about the city, O harlot, long forgotten; Make sweet melody; sing many songs, That thou mayst again be remembered!”

17 Efter halvfjerdsindstyve Års Forløb vil HERREN se til Tyrus; det skal atter modtage Skøgeløn og bole med Alverdens Riger på den vide Jord.

At the end of seventy years shall Jehovah show regard to Tyre, And she shall return to her hire, And play the harlot with all the kingdoms of the world, That are upon the face of the earth.

18 Men dets Vinding og Skøgeløn skal helliges HERREN; den skal ikke gemmes hen eller lægges op; dem, der bor for HERRENs Åsyn, skal dets Vinding tjene til Føde, Mættelse og prægtige Klæder.

But her gain and her hire shall be holy to Jehovah; It shall not be treasured, nor laid up in store; But it shall be for them that dwell before Jehovah, For abundant food, and for splendid clothing.