Esajas 47
1 Stig ned, sid i Støvet, du Jomfru, Babels Datter, sid uden Trone på Jorden, Kaldæernes Datter! Thi ikke mer skal du kaldes den fine, forvænte!
Come down, sit on the ground, O virgin daughter of Babylon: sit on the ground, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called tender and luxurious.
2 Tag fat på Kværnen, mal Mel, læg Sløret bort, løft Slæbet, blot dine Ben og vad over Strømmen!
Take a millstone, grind meal: remove thy veil, uncover thy white hairs, make bare the leg, pass through the rivers.
3 Din Blusel skal blottes, din Skam skal ses. Hævn tager jeg uden Skånsel, siger vor Genløser,
Thy shame shall be uncovered, thy reproaches shall be brought to light: I will exact of thee due vengeance, I will no longer deliver thee to men.
4 hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Hellige.
Thy deliverer is the Lord of hosts, the Holy One of Israel is his name.
5 Sid tavs og gå ind i Mørke, Kaldæernes Datter, thi ikke mer skal du kaldes Rigernes Dronning!
Sit thou down pierced with woe, go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans: thou shalt no more be called the strength of a kingdom.
6 Jeg vrededes på mit Folk, vanæred min Arv, gav dem hen i din Hånd; du viste dem ingen Medynk, du lagde dit tunge Åg på Oldingens Nakke.
I have been provoked with my people; thou hast defiled mine inheritance: I gave them into thy hand, but thou didst not extend mercy to them: thou madest the yoke of the aged man very heavy,
7 Du sagde: "Jeg bliver evindelig Evigheds Dronning." Du tog dig det ikke til Hjerte, brød dig ikke om Enden.
and saidst, I shall be a princess for ever: thou didst not perceive these things in thine heart, nor didst thou remember the latter end.
8 Så hør nu, du yppige, du, som sidder i Tryghed, som siger i Hjertet: "Kun jeg, og ellers ingen! Aldrig skal jeg sidde Enke, ej kende til Barnløshed."
But now hear these words, thou luxurious one, [who art] the one that sits [at ease], that is secure, that says in her heart, I am, and there is not another; I shall not sit a widow, neither shall I know bereavement.
9 Begge Dele skal ramme dig brat samme Dag, Barnløshed og Enkestand ramme dig i fuldeste Mål, dine mange Trylleord, din megen Trolddom til Trods,
But now these two things shall come upon thee suddenly in one day, the loss of children and widowhood shall come suddenly upon thee, for thy sorcery, for the strength of thine enchantments,
10 skønt du tryg i din Ondskab sagde: "ingen ser mig." Din Visdom og Viden var det, der ledte dig vild, så du sagde i Hjertet: "Kun jeg, og ellers ingen!"
for thy trusting in wickedness: for thou saidst, I am, and there is not another: know thou, the understanding of these things and thy harlotry shall be thy shame; for thou saidst in thy heart, I am, and there is not another.
11 Dig rammer et Onde, du ikke kan købe bort, over dig falder et Vanheld, du ikke kan sone, Undergang rammer dig brat, når mindst du aner det.
And destruction shall come upon thee, and thou shalt not be aware; [there shall be a] pit, and thou shalt fall into it: and grief shall come upon thee, and thou shalt not be able to be clear; and destruction shall come suddenly upon thee, and thou shalt not know.
12 Kom med din Trolddom og med dine mange Trylleord, med hvilke du umaged dig fra din Ungdom, om du kan bøde derpå og skræmme det bort.
Stand now with thine enchantments, and with the abundance of thy sorcery, which thou hast learned from thy youth; if thou canst be profited.
13 Med Rådgiverhoben sled du dig træt, lad dem møde, lad Himmelgranskerne frelse dig, Stjernekigerne, som Måned for Måned kundgør, hvad dig skal ske!
Thou art wearied in thy counsels. Let now the astrologers of the heaven stand and deliver thee, let them that see the stars tell thee what is about to come upon thee.
14 Se, de er blevet som Strå, de, fortæres af Ild, de frelser ikke deres Liv fra Luens Magt. "Ingen Glød til Varme, ej Bål at sidde ved!"
Behold, they all shall be burnt up as sticks in the fire; neither shall they at all deliver their life from the flame. Because thou hast coals of fire, sit thou upon them;
15 Sligt får du af dem, du umaged dig med, dine Troldmænd fra Ungdommen af; de raver hver til sin Side, dig frelser ingen.
these shall be thy help. Thou hast wearied thyself with traffic from thy youth: every man has wandered to his own home, but thou shalt have no deliverance.
