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 to thee, thou spoiler, who hast not been spoiled! Thou plunderer, who hast not been plundered! When thou hast ceased to spoil, thou shalt be spoiled; When thou hast finished plundering, they shall plunder thee.
2 HERRE, vær os nådig, vi bier på dig, vær du vor Arm hver Morgen, vor Frelse i Nødens Stund!
O Jehovah, have mercy upon us! in thee do we trust; Be thou our strength every morning, Our salvation in the time of trouble.
3 For Bulderet må Folkeslag fly; når du rejser dig, splittes Folkene.
At the voice of thy thunder the people flee; When thou dost arise, the nations are scattered.
4 Som Græshopper bortriver, bortrives Bytte, man styrter derover som Græshoppesværme.
Your spoil shall be gathered, as the locust gathereth; As the locust runneth, so shall they run upon it.
5 Ophøjet er HERREN, thi han bor i det høje, han fylder Zion med Ret og Retfærd.
Jehovah is exalted; Yea, he dwelleth on high; He filleth Zion with justice and righteousness.
6 Trygge Tider skal du have, en Frelsesrigdom er Visdom og Indsigt, HERRENs Frygt er din Skat.
There shall be security in thy times; Wisdom and knowledge shall be thy store of prosperity, And the fear of Jehovah, this shall be thy treasure!
7 Se, deres Helte skriger derude, Fredens Sendebud græder bittert;
Behold, the mighty men cry without: The ambassadors of peace weep bitterly.
8 Vejene er øde, vejfarende borte. Han brød sin Pagt, agted Byer ringe, Mennesker regned han ikke.
The highways are desolate; The traveller ceaseth; He breaketh the covenant; he despiseth the cities; Of men he maketh no account.
9 Landet blegner og sygner, Libanon skæmmes og visner; Saron er som en Ørken, Basan og Karmel uden Løv.
The land mourneth and languisheth; Lebanon is put to shame, and withered away; Sharon is like a desert, And Bashan and Carmel are stripped of their leaves.
10 Nu står jeg op, siger HERREN, nu vil jeg rejse mig, nu træde frem!
Now will I arise, saith Jehovah, Now will I exalt myself, Now will I lift myself up.
11 I undfanger Strå og føder Halm, eders Ånde er Ild, der fortærer jer selv;
Ye shall conceive chaff, and bring forth stubble; Your own wrath is the fire which shall devour you.
12 til Kalk skal Folkene brændes som afhugget Torn, der brænder i Ild.
The nations shall be burnt into lime; Like thorns cut down, they shall be consumed with fire.
13 Hvad jeg gør, skal rygtes til fjerne Folk, nære skal kende min Vælde.
Hear, ye that are far off, what I have done; Mark, ye that are near, my power!
14 På Zion skal Syndere bæve, Niddinger gribes af Skælven: "Hvem kan bo ved fortærende Ild, hvem kan bo ved evige Bål?"
The sinners in Zion are struck with dread; Terror hath seized upon the unrighteous: “Who among us can dwell in devouring fire? Who among us can dwell in everlasting flames?”
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 -
He that walketh in righteousness, And speaketh that which is right, That despiseth the gain of oppression, And shaketh his hands from bribery, That stoppeth his ears, so as not to hear of blood, And shutteth his eyes, so as not to behold iniquity.
16 højt skal en sådan bo, hans Værn skal Klippeborge være; han får sit Brød, og Vand er ham sikret.
He shall dwell on high; The strongholds of rocks shall be his defence; His bread shall be given him; His water shall not fail.
17 Dine Øjne får Kongen at se i hans Skønhed, de skuer et vidtstrakt Land.
Thine eyes shall see the king in his glory They shall survey a wide-extended land.
18 Dit Hjerte skal tænke på Rædselen: "Hvor er nu han, der talte og vejede, han, der talte Tårnene?"
Thy heart shall meditate on the past terror: “Where now is the scribe? Where the weigher of tribute? Where he that numbered the towers?”
19 Du ser ej det vilde Folk med dybt, uforståeligt Mål, med stammende, ufattelig Tunge.
Thou shalt see no more a fierce people, A people of a dark language, which thou couldst not hear, And of a barbarous tongue, which thou couldst not understand;
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.
Thou shalt see Zion, the city of our solemn feasts; Thine eyes shall behold Jerusalem, as a quiet habitation. A tent that shall never be moved, Whose stakes shall never be taken away, And whose cords shall never be broken.
21 Nej der træder HERRENs Bæk for os i Floders og brede Strømmes Sted; der kan ej Åreskib gå, ej vældigt Langskib sejle.
For there the glorious Jehovah will be to us Instead of rivers and broad streams, Which no oared galley shall pass, And no gallant ship go through.
22 Thi HERREN er vor Dommer, HERREN er vor Hersker, HERREN er vor Konge, han bringer os Frelse.
For Jehovah is our judge; Jehovah is our lawgiver; Jehovah is our king; it is he that will save 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.
Thy ropes hang loose; They cannot hold the mast-socket, Nor can they spread the sail. Then shall a great spoil be divided; Even the lame shall take the prey.
24 Ingen Indbygger siger: "Jeg er syg!" Folket der har sin Synd forladt.
No inhabitant shall say, I am sick; The people that dwell therein shall be forgiven their iniquity.
