Esajas 44
1 Men hør nu, Jakob, min Tjener, Israel, hvem jeg har udvalgt:
Yet now hear, O Jacob my servant, and Israel, whom I have chosen.
2 Så siger HERREN, som skabte dig og fra Moders Liv danned dig, din Hjælper: Frygt ikke, min Tjener Jakob, Jesjurun, hvem jeg har udvalgt!
Thus says Jehovah who made thee, and formed thee from the womb, who will help thee: Fear not, O Jacob my servant, and thou, Jeshurun, whom I have chosen.
3 Thi jeg udgyder Vand på det tørstende, Strømme på det tørre Land, udgyder min Ånd på din Æt, min Velsignelse over dit Afkom;
For I will pour water upon him who is thirsty, and streams upon the dry ground. I will pour my Spirit upon thy seed, and my blessing upon thine offspring.
4 de skal spire som Græs mellem Vande, som Pile ved Bækkenes Løb.
And they shall spring up among the grass, as willows by the watercourses.
5 En skal sige: "Jeg er HERRENs", en kalde sig med Jakobs Navn, en skrive i sin Hånd: "For HERREN!" og tage sig Israels Navn.
One shall say, I am Jehovah's, and another shall call himself by the name of Jacob, and another shall subscribe with his hand to Jehovah, and surname himself by the name of Israel.
6 Så siger HERREN, Israels Konge, dets Genløser, Hærskarers HERRE: Jeg er den første og den sidste, uden mig er der ingen Gud.
Thus says Jehovah, the King of Israel, and his Redeemer, Jehovah of hosts: I am the first, and I am the last, and besides me there is no God.
7 Hvo der er min Lige, træde frem, forkynde og godtgøre for mig: Hvo kundgjorde fra Urtid det kommende? De forkynde os, hvad der skal ske!
And who, as I, shall call, and shall declare it, and set it in order for me, since I established the ancient people? And let them declare the things that are coming, and that shall come to pass.
8 Ræddes og ængstes ikke! Har ej længst jeg kundgjort og sagt det? I er mine Vidner: Er der Gud uden mig, er der vel anden Klippe? Jeg ved ikke nogen.
Fear ye not, nor be afraid. Have I not declared to thee of old, and shown it? And ye are my witnesses. Is there a God besides me? Yea, there is no Rock. I know not any.
9 De, der laver Gudebilleder, er alle intet, og deres kære Guder gavner intet; deres Vidner ser intet og kender intet, at de må blive til Skamme.
Those who fashion a graven image are all of them vanity. And the things that they delight in shall not profit. And their own witnesses see not, nor know, that they may be put to shame.
10 Når nogen laver en Gud og støber et Billede, er det ingen Gavn til;
Who has fashioned a god, or molded an image that is profitable for nothing?
11 se, alle dets Tilbedere bliver til Skamme; Mestrene er jo kun Mennesker lad dem samles til Hobe og træde frem, de skal alle som een forfærdes og blive til Skamme.
Behold, all his fellows shall be put to shame, and the workmen. They are of men. Let them all be gathered together. Let them stand up. They shall fear. They shall be put to shame together.
12 En smeder Jern til en Økse og arbejder ved Kulild, tildanner den med Hamre og gør den færdig med sin stærke Arm; får han ikke Mad, afkræftes han, og får han ikke Vand at drikke, bliver han træt.
The smith makes an axe, and works in the coals, and fashions it with hammers, and works it with his strong arm. Yea, he is hungry, and his strength fails. He drinks no water, and is faint.
13 Så fælder ban Træer, udspænder Målesnoren, tegner Billedet med Gravstikken, skærer det ud med Kniven og sætter det af med Cirkelen; han laver det efter en Mands Skikkelse, efter menneskelig Skønhed, til at stå i et Hus.
The carpenter stretches out a line. He marks it out with a pencil. He shapes it with planes. And he marks it out with the compasses, and shapes it after the figure of a man, according to the beauty of a man, to dwell in a house.
14 Han fældede sig Cedre, tog Elm og Eg og arbejdede af al sin Kraft på Skovens Træer, som Gud havde plantet og Regnen givet Vækst.
He hews down cedars for him, and takes the holm tree and the oak, and strengthens for himself one among the trees of the forest. He plants a fir tree, and the rain nourishes it.
15 Det tjener et Menneske til Brændsel, han tager det og varmer sig derved; han sætter Ild i det og bager Brød - og desuden laver han en Gud deraf og tilbeder den, han gør et Gudebillede deraf og knæler for det.
Then it shall be for a man to burn. And he takes of it, and warms himself. Yea, he kindles it, and bakes bread. Yea, he makes a god, and worships it. He makes it a graven image, and falls down to it.
16 Halvdelen brænder han i Ilden, og over Gløderne steger han Kød; han spiser Stegen og mættes; og han varmer sig derved og siger: "Ah, jeg bliver varm, jeg mærker Ilden" -
He burns part of it in the fire. With part of it he eats flesh. He roasts roast, and is satisfied. Yea, he warms himself, and says, Aha, I am warm, I have seen the fire.
17 og af Resten laver han en Gud, et Billede; han knæler for det, kaster sig ned og beder til det og siger: "Frels mig, thi du er min Gud!"
And the residue of it he makes a god, even his graven image. He falls down to it and worships, and prays to it, and says, Deliver me, for thou are my god.
18 De skønner ikke, de fatter ikke, thi deres Øjne er lukket, så de ikke ser, og deres Hjerter, så de ikke skønner.
They do not know, nor do they consider. For he has shut their eyes, that they cannot see, and their hearts, that they cannot understand.
19 De tænker ikke over det, de har ikke Indsigt og Forstand til at sige sig selv: "Halvdelen brændte jeg i Bålet, over Gløderne bagte jeg Brød, stegte Kød og spiste; skulde jeg da af Resten gøre en Vederstyggelighed? Skulde jeg knæle for en Træklods?"
And none calls to mind, nor is there knowledge nor understanding to say, I have burned part of it in the fire. Yea, I have also baked bread upon the coals of it. I have roasted flesh and eaten it. And shall I make the residue of it an abomination? Shall I fall down to the stock of a tree?
20 Den, som tillægger Aske Værd, ham har et vildfarende Hjerte dåret; han redder ikke sin Sjæl, så han siger: "Er det ikke en Løgn, jeg har i min højre Hånd?"
He feeds on ashes. A deceived heart has turned him aside. And he cannot deliver his soul, nor say, Is there not a lie in my right hand?
21 Jakob, kom dette i Hu, Israel, thi du er min Tjener! Jeg skabte dig, du er min Tjener, ej skal du glemmes, Israel;
Remember these things, O Jacob, and Israel, for thou are my servant. I have formed thee. Thou are my servant, O Israel, thou shall not be forgotten by me.
22 jeg sletted som Tåge din Misgerning og som en Sky dine Synder. Vend om til mig, thi jeg genløser dig!
I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins. Return to me, for I have redeemed thee.
23 Jubler, I Himle, thi HERREN greb ind, fryd jer, I Jordens Dybder, bryd ud i Jubel, I Bjerge, Skoven og alle dens Træer, thi HERREN genløser Jakob og herliggør sig ved Israel.
Sing, O ye heavens, for Jehovah has done it. Shout, ye lower parts of the earth. Break forth into singing, ye mountains, O forest, and every tree therein. For Jehovah has redeemed Jacob, and will glorify himself in Israel.
24 Så siger HERREN, din Genløser, som danned dig fra Moders Liv: Jeg er HERREN, som skabte alt, som ene udspændte Himlen, udbredte Jorden, hvo hjalp mig?
Thus says Jehovah, thy Redeemer, and he who formed thee from the womb: I am Jehovah, who makes all things, who stretches forth the heavens alone, who spreads abroad the earth (who is with me?),
25 som tilintetgør Løgnernes Tegn og gør Spåmænd til Dårer, som tvinger de vise tilbage, beskæmmer deres Lærdom,
who frustrates the signs of the liars, and makes diviners mad, who turns wise men backward, and makes their knowledge foolish,
26 stadfæster sine Tjeneres Ord, fuldbyrder sine Sendebuds Råd, Jeg siger om Jerusalem: "Det skal bebos!" om Judas Byer: "de skal bygges!" Ruinerne rejser jeg atter!
who confirms the word of his servant, and performs the counsel of his messengers, who says of Jerusalem, She shall be inhabited, and of the cities of Judah, They shall be built, and I will raise up the waste places of it,
27 Jeg siger til Dybet: "Bliv tørt, dine Floder gør jeg tørre!"
who says to the deep, Be dry, and I will dry up thy rivers,
28 Jeg siger om Kyros: "Min Hyrde, som fuldbyrder al min Vilje!" Jeg siger om Jerusalem: "Det skal bygges!" om Templet: "Det skal grundes "
who says of Cyrus, He is my shepherd, and shall perform all my pleasure, even saying of Jerusalem, She shall be built, and of the temple, Thy foundation shall be laid.
