Esajas 33
1 Ve dig, du Hærværksmand, selv ikke hærget, du Ransmand, skånet for Ran! Når dit Hærværk er endt, skal du hærges, når din Ranen har Ende, skal der ranes fra dig!
Woe, spoiler! And you not spoiled, And treacherous! And they did not deal treacherously with you, When you finish, O spoiler, you are spoiled, When you finish dealing treacherously, They deal treacherously with you.
2 HERRE, vær os nådig, vi bier på dig, vær du vor Arm hver Morgen, vor Frelse i Nødens Stund!
O YHWH, favor us, We have waited for You, Be their arm, in the mornings, Indeed, our salvation in time of adversity.
3 For Bulderet må Folkeslag fly; når du rejser dig, splittes Folkene.
From the voice of a multitude peoples have fled, From Your exaltation nations have been scattered.
4 Som Græshopper bortriver, bortrives Bytte, man styrter derover som Græshoppesværme.
And Your spoil has been gathered, A gathering of the caterpillar, As a running to and fro of locusts He is running on it.
5 Ophøjet er HERREN, thi han bor i det høje, han fylder Zion med Ret og Retfærd.
YHWH is set on high, for He is dwelling on high, He filled Zion [with] judgment and righteousness,
6 Trygge Tider skal du have, en Frelsesrigdom er Visdom og Indsigt, HERRENs Frygt er din Skat.
And has been the steadfastness of your times, The strength of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge, Fear of YHWH—it [is] His treasure.
7 Se, deres Helte skriger derude, Fredens Sendebud græder bittert;
Behold, “Their Ariel,” they have cried outside, Messengers of peace weep bitterly.
8 Vejene er øde, vejfarende borte. Han brød sin Pagt, agted Byer ringe, Mennesker regned han ikke.
Highways have been desolated, He who passes along the path has ceased, He has broken covenant, He has despised enemies, He has not esteemed a man.
9 Landet blegner og sygner, Libanon skæmmes og visner; Saron er som en Ørken, Basan og Karmel uden Løv.
The land has mourned, languished, Lebanon has been confounded, Sharon has been withered as a wilderness, And Bashan and Carmel are shaking.
10 Nu står jeg op, siger HERREN, nu vil jeg rejse mig, nu træde frem!
Now I arise, says YHWH, Now I am exalted, now I am lifted up.
11 I undfanger Strå og føder Halm, eders Ånde er Ild, der fortærer jer selv;
You conceive chaff, you bear stubble; Your spirit—a fire [that] devours you.
12 til Kalk skal Folkene brændes som afhugget Torn, der brænder i Ild.
And peoples have been [as] burnings of lime, Thorns, as sweepings, they burn with fire.
13 Hvad jeg gør, skal rygtes til fjerne Folk, nære skal kende min Vælde.
Hear, you far off, that which I have done, And know, you near ones, My might.
14 På Zion skal Syndere bæve, Niddinger gribes af Skælven: "Hvem kan bo ved fortærende Ild, hvem kan bo ved evige Bål?"
Sinners have been afraid in Zion, Trembling has seized the profane: Who dwells for us—consuming fire, Who dwells for us—burnings of the age?
15 Den, der vandrer i Retfærd og taler oprigtigt, ringeagter Vinding, vundet ved Uret, vægrer sig ved at tage mod Gave, tilstopper Øret over for Blodråd og lukker Øjnene over for det onde -
Whoever is walking righteously, And is speaking uprightly, Kicking against gain of oppressions, Shaking his hands from taking hold on a bribe, Stopping his ear from hearing of blood, And shutting his eyes from looking on evil,
16 højt skal en sådan bo, hans Værn skal Klippeborge være; han får sit Brød, og Vand er ham sikret.
He inhabits high places, Strongholds of rock [are] his high tower, His bread has been given, his waters steadfast.
17 Dine Øjne får Kongen at se i hans Skønhed, de skuer et vidtstrakt Land.
Your eyes see a king in his beauty, They see a far-off land.
18 Dit Hjerte skal tænke på Rædselen: "Hvor er nu han, der talte og vejede, han, der talte Tårnene?"
Your heart meditates [on] terror, Where [is] he who is counting? Where [is] he who is weighing? Where [is] he who is counting the towers?
19 Du ser ej det vilde Folk med dybt, uforståeligt Mål, med stammende, ufattelig Tunge.
You do not see the strong people, A people deeper of lip than to be understood, Of a scorned tongue, there is no understanding.
20 Se på Zion, vore Højtiders By! Dine Øjne skal skue Jerusalem, et sikkert Lejrsted, et Telt, der ej flytter, hvis Pæle aldrig rykkes op, hvis Snore ej rives over.
See Zion, the city of our meetings, Your eyes see Jerusalem—a quiet habitation, A tent not taken down, its pins are not removed forever, And none of its cords are broken.
21 Nej der træder HERRENs Bæk for os i Floders og brede Strømmes Sted; der kan ej Åreskib gå, ej vældigt Langskib sejle.
But YHWH [is] mighty for us there, A place of rivers—streams of broad sides, No ship with oars goes into it, And a mighty ship does not pass over it.
22 Thi HERREN er vor Dommer, HERREN er vor Hersker, HERREN er vor Konge, han bringer os Frelse.
For YHWH, ours who is judging, YHWH our lawgiver, YHWH our King—He saves us.
23 Slapt hænger dit Tovværk, det holder ej Råen og spænder ej Sejlet. Da uddeles røvet Bytte i Overflod, halte tager Del i Rovet.
Your ropes have been left, They do not correctly strengthen their mast, They have not spread out a sail, Then a prey of much spoil has been apportioned, The lame have taken spoil.
24 Ingen Indbygger siger: "Jeg er syg!" Folket der har sin Synd forladt.
Nor does an inhabitant say, “I was sick”; The people dwelling in it [are] forgiven of [their] iniquity!
