< Esajas 49 >
1 Hør mig, I fjerne Strande, lyt til, I Folk i det fjerne! HERREN har fra Moders Liv kaldt mig, fra Moders Skød nævnet mit Navn;
Hear yee me, O yles, and hearken, yee people from farre. The Lord hath called me from the wombe, and made mention of my name from my mothers bellie.
2 til et skarpt Sværd gjorde han min Mund og skjulte mig i Skyggen af sin Hånd, til en sleben Pil har han gjort mig og gemt mig i sit Kogger,
And hee hath made my mouth like a sharpe sworde: vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he hid mee, and made me a chosen shafte, and hid me in his quiuer,
3 sagt til mig: "Du er min Tjener, Israel, ved hvem jeg vinder Ære."
And sayd vnto me, Thou art my seruaunt, Israel, for I will be glorious in thee.
4 Jeg sagde: "Min Møje er spildt, på Tomhed og Vind sled jeg mig op dog er min Ret hos HERREN, min Løn er hos min Gud."
And I said, I haue labored in vaine: I haue spent my strength in vaine and for nothing: but my iudgement is with the Lord, and my woorke with my God.
5 Og nu siger HERREN, som danned mig fra Moders Liv til sin Tjener for at hjemføre Jakob til ham og samle Israel til ham og i HERRENs Øjne er jeg æret, min Gud er blevet min Styrke -
And now sayeth the Lord, that formed me from the wombe to be his seruaunt, that I may bring Iaakob againe to him (though Israel be not gathered, yet shall I bee glorious in the eyes of the Lord: and my God shall be my strength)
6 han siger: "For lidt for dig som min Tjener at rejse jakobs Stammer og hjemføre Israels frelste! Jeg gør dig til Hedningers Lys, at min Frelse må nå til Jordens Ende."
And hee sayde, It is a small thing that thou shouldest be my seruaunt, to raise vp the tribes of Iaakob, and to restore the desolations of Israel: I will also giue thee for a light of the Gentiles, that thou maiest bee my saluation vnto the ende of the worlde.
7 Så siger HERREN, Israels Genløser, dets Hellige, til den dybt foragtede, skyet af Folk, Herskernes Træl: Konger skal se det og rejse sig, Fyrster skal kaste sig ned for HERRENs Skyld, den trofaste, Israels Hellige, der udvælger dig.
Thus sayeth the Lord the redeemer of Israel, and his Holie one, to him that is despised in soule, to a nation that is abhorred, to a seruaunt of rulers, Kinges shall see, and arise, and princes shall worship, because of the Lord, that is faithfull: and ye Holy one of Israel, which hath chosen thee.
8 Så siger HERREN: Jeg hører dig i Nådens Stund, jeg hjælper dig på Frelsens Dag, vogter dig og gør dig til Folkepagt for at rejse Landet igen, udskifte øde Lodder
Thus sayeth the Lord, In an acceptable time haue I heard thee, and in a day of saluation haue I helped thee: and I will preserue thee, and wil giue thee for a couenant of ye people, that thou maiest raise vp the earth, and obtaine the inheritance of the desolate heritages:
9 og sige til de bundne: "Gå ud!" til dem i Mørket: "Kom frem!" Græs skal de finde langs Vejene, Græsgang på hver nøgen Høj;
That thou maiest say to the prisoners, Goe foorth: and to them that are in darkenesse, Shewe your selues: they shall feede in the waies, and their pastures shall bee in all the toppes of the hilles.
10 de hungrer og tørster ikke, dem stikker ej Hede og Sol. Thi deres Forbarmer fører dem, leder dem til Kildevæld;
They shall not be hungrie, neither shall they be thirstie, neither shall the heat smite them, nor the sunne: for he that hath compassion on them, shall leade them: euen to the springs of waters shall he driue them.
11 jeg gør alle Bjerge til Vej, og alle Stier skal højnes.
And I will make all my mountaines, as a way, and my paths shalbe exalted.
12 Se, nogle kommer langvejsfra, nogle fra Nord og Vest, nogle fra Sinims Land.
Beholde, these shall come from farre: and loe, these from the North and from the West, and these from the land of Sinim.
13 Jubler, I Himle, fryd dig, du Jord, I Bjerge, bryd ud i Jubel! Thi HERREN trøster sit Folk, forbarmer sig over sine arme.
Reioyce, O heauens: and bee ioyfull, O earth: brast foorth into praise, O mountaines: for God hath comforted his people, and will haue mercie vpon his afflicted.
14 Dog siger Zion: "HERREN har svigtet mig, Herren har glemt mig!"
But Zion saide, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me.
15 Glemmer en Kvinde sit diende Barn, en Moder, hvad hun bar under Hjerte? Ja, selv om de kunde glemme, jeg glemmer ej dig.
Can a woman forget her childe, and not haue compassion on the sonne of her wombe? though they should forget, yet wil I not forget thee.
16 Se, i mine Hænder har jeg tegnet dig, dine Mure har jeg altid for Øje.
Behold, I haue grauen thee vpon the palme of mine hands: thy walles are euer in my sight.
17 Dine Børn kommer ilende; de, som nedbrød og lagde dig øde, går bort.
Thy builders make haste: thy destroiers and they that made thee waste, are departed from thee.
18 Løft Øjnene, se dig om, de samles, kommer alle til dig. Så sandt jeg lever, lyder det fra HERREN: Du skal bære dem alle som Smykke, binde dem som Bruden sit Bælte.
Lift vp thine eies round about and behold: all these gather themselues together and come to thee: as I liue, sayeth the Lord, thou shalt surely put them all vpon thee as a garment, and girde thy selfe with them like a bride.
19 Thi dine Tomter og Grusdynger, dit hærgede Land ja, nu er du Beboerne for trang; de, som åd dig, er borte;
For thy desolations, and thy waste places, and thy land destroied, shall surely be now narow for them that shall dwell in it, and they that did deuoure thee, shalbe farre away.
20 end skal du høre dem sige, din Barnløsheds Børn: "Her er for trangt, så flyt dig, at jeg kan sidde!"
The children of thy barennesse shall say againe in thine eares, The place is straict for mee: giue place to me that I may dwell.
21 Da tænker du i dit Hjerte: "Hvo fødte mig dem? Jeg var jo barnløs og gold, landflygtig og bortstødt, hvo fostrede dem? Ene sad jeg tilbage, hvor kommer de fra?"
Then shalt thou say in thine heart, Who hath begotten mee these, seeing I am baren and desolate, a captiue and a wanderer to and from? and who hath nourished them? beholde, I was left alone: whence are these?
22 Så siger den Herre HERREN: Se, jeg løfter min Hånd for Folkene, rejser mit Banner for Folkeslag, og de bringer dine Sønner i Favnen, dine Døtre bæres på Skulder.
Thus sayeth the Lord God, Beholde, I will lift vp mine hande to the Gentiles and set vp my stadart to the people, and they shall bring thy sonnes in their armes: and thy daughters shall be caried vpon their shoulders.
23 Konger bliver Fosterfædre for dig, deres Dronninger skal være dine Ammer. De kaster sig på Ansigtet for dig, slikker dine Fødders Støv. Du skal kende, at jeg er HERREN; de, som bier på mig, bliver ikke til Skamme.
And Kings shalbe thy nourcing fathers, and Queenes shalbe thy nources: they shall worship thee with their faces towarde the earth, and licke vp the dust of thy feete: and thou shalt knowe that I am the Lord: for they shall not be ashamed that waite for me.
24 Kan Bytte fratages en Helt, kan den stærkes Fanger slippe bort?
Shall the pray be taken from the mightie? or the iust captiuitie deliuered?
25 Thi så siger HERREN: Om Fanger end fratages Helten, slipper Bytte end bort fra den stærke, jeg strider mod dem, der strider mod dig, og dine Børn vil jeg frelse.
But thus sayeth the Lord, euen the captiuitie of the mightie shall be taken away: and the pray of the tyrant shall be deliuered: for I wil contend with him that contendeth with thee, and I will saue thy children,
26 Dem, der trænger dig, lader jeg æde deres eget Kød, deres Blod skal de drikke som Most; REN, er din Frelser, din Genløser Jakobs Vældige.
And will feede them that spoile thee, with their owne flesh, and they shall be drunken with their owne bloode, as with sweete wine: and all flesh shall know that I the Lord am thy sauiour and thy redeemer, the mighty one of Iaakob.