Esajas 38
1 Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: "Så siger HERREN: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve!"
About this time Hezekiah fell very sick and was about to die. The prophet Isaiah, son of Amoz, went to him and said, “This is what the Lord says: Put your affairs in order, because you are going to die. You won't recover.”
2 Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad således til HERREN:
When Hezekiah heard this, he went to pray privately to the Lord, saying
3 "Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Åsyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!" Og Ezekias græd højt.
“Please remember Lord how I have followed you faithfully with all my heart. I have done what is good in your sight.” Then Hezekiah cried and cried.
4 Da kom HERRENs Ord til Esajas således:
Then the Lord sent a message to Isaiah, saying,
5 "Gå hen og sig til Ezekias: Så siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Tårer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten År til dit Liv
“Go and tell Hezekiah, This is what the Lord, the God of your forefather David, says: I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears. I will add fifteen years to your life.
6 og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Hånd og værne om denne By!
I will save you and this city from the king of Assyria. I will defend this city.
7 Og Tegnet fra HERREN på, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:
This is the sign from the Lord to you that the Lord will do what he promised:
8 Se, jeg vil lade Skyggen gå de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen på Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!" Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage på Soluret.
Look, I will make the shadow made by the sun go back the ten steps that it has gone down on the stairway of Ahaz. So the sun went back the ten steps that it had gone down on the stairway of Ahaz.”
9 En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig af sin Sygdom:
This is what Hezekiah, king of Judah, wrote after he recovered from his sickness:
10 Jeg tænkte: Bort må jeg gå i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste År. (Sheol h7585)
I said to myself, “Do I have to go to my death just as my life is going well? Why can't I count on the rest of my years?” (Sheol h7585)
11 Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;
I said, “I will never again see the Lord, the Lord, in the land of the living. I won't see anyone else again, none of the inhabitants of this world.
12 min Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Tråden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,
Like a shepherd's tent, the place where I live has been pulled up and taken away from me. Like a weaver I have rolled up the cloth of my life and cut it from the loom. Day and night you bring me to an end.
13 jeg skriger til daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig ben fra Dag til Nat.
I lie there patiently until the morning, but I feel like there's a lion breaking every bone in my body. Day and night you bring me to an end.
14 Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Tårer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!
I scream like a swift or a songbird, I moan like a dove. My eyes grow dim as I look heavenwards. I'm being attacked, Lord, please come and support me!
15 Hvad skal jeg, sige? Han talede til mig og selv greb han ind. For Bitterhedens Skyld i min Sjæl vil jeg vandre sagtelig alle mine År.
Yet what can I say? He told me what was going to happen, and he himself did it. I will walk quietly for the rest of my life because of the painful experience I went through.
16 Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Ånd, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!
Lord, we live by what you say and do, and I find life in all of this. You have given me back my health and allowed me to live.
17 Se, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skåned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du bag din Ryg.
It was definitely for my own good I went through this bitter experience. You in your love saved me from the pit of destruction and you have forgiven all my sins.
18 Thi Dødsriget takker dig ikke, dig lover ej Døden, på din Miskundbed håber ej de, der synker i Graven. (Sheol h7585)
Those in the grave cannot praise you, the dead cannot praise you. Those who go down into the pit can no longer hope in your faithfulness. (Sheol h7585)
19 Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.
It's only the living who can praise you as I'm doing today. Parents explain to their children how you can be trusted.
20 HERRE, frels os! Så vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENs Hus.
The Lord saved me! We will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our lives in the Lord's Temple.”
21 Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster på det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.
Isaiah had said, “Prepare a dressing of figs and spread it on the skin sores so he may recover.”
22 Og Ezekias sagde: "Hvad er Tegnet på, at jeg skal gå op til HERRENs Hus?"
Hezekiah had asked, “What is the sign to confirm that I will go to the Lord's Temple?”
