Esajas 50
1 Så siger HERREN: Hvor er eders Moders Skilsmissebrev, med hvilket jeg sendte hende bort; eller hvem var jeg noget skyldig, så jeg solgte eder til ham? Nej, for eders Brøde solgtes I, for eders Synd blev eders Moder sendt bort.
Thus hath said the Lord, Where is your mother's bill of divorcement, wherewith I have sent her away? or who of my creditors is it to whom I have sold you? behold, for your iniquities were ye sold, and for your transgressions was your mother sent away.
2 Hvi var der da ingen, da jeg kom, hvi svarede ingen, da jeg kaldte? Er min Hånd for kort til af udfri, har jeg ingen Kraft til at redde? Ved min Trussel udtørrer jeg Havet, Strømme gør jeg til Ørk, så Fiskene rådner af Mangel på Vand og dør af Tørst;
Why did I come and no man was there, did I call, with none to answer? hath my hand become too short for redeeming? or is there no power in me to deliver? behold, through my threatening I can dry up the sea, I can change the rivers into a wilderness: their fish stink for want of water, and die for thirst.
3 jeg klæder Himlen i sort og hyller den ind i Sæk.
I can clothe the heavens with blackness, and I can make sackcloth their garment.
4 Den Herre HERREN gav mig Lærlinges Tunge, at jeg skulde vide at styrke de trætte med Ord; han vækker hver Morgen mit Øre, han vækker det til at høre, som Lærlinge hører.
The Lord Eternal hath given me a tongue for teaching, that I should know how to strengthen the weary with the word: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth my ear to listen like those who are well taught.
5 Den Herre HERREN åbnede mit Øre, og jeg stred ikke imod, jeg unddrog mig ikke;
The Lord Eternal hath opened me my ear, and I resisted not: I turned not backward.
6 min Ryg bød jeg frem til Hug, mit Skæg til at rives, mit Ansigt skjulte jeg ikke for Hån og Spyt.
My back I gave up to the smiters, and my cheeks to those that plucked off the hair: my face I hid not from abuse and spitting.
7 Mig hjælper den Herre HERREN, så jeg ikke beskæmmes; jeg gør derfor mit Ansigt som Sten og ved, jeg bliver ikke til Skamme.
But the Lord Eternal ever helpeth me; therefore was I not confounded; therefore have I rendered my face like a flint, and I knew that I should not be made ashamed.
8 Min Retfærdiggører er nær; lad os mødes, om nogen vil Strid; om nogen vil trætte med mig, så træde han hid!
He that justifieth me is near; who will contend with me? let us stand forward together: who hath a dispute with me? let him come near to me.
9 Se, den Herre HERREN hjælper mig, hvo vil fordømme mig? Se, alle slides op som en Klædning, Møl fortærer dem.
Behold, the Lord Eternal will help me; who is the man that will condemn me? lo, they all shall wear out as a garment: the moth shall eat them up.
10 Frygter nogen af jer HERREN, han lytte til hans Tjener, enhver, som vandrer i Mørke og uden Lys; han stole på HERRENs Navn, søge Støtte hos sin Gud!
Who is among you that feareth the Lord, that hearkeneth to the voice of his servant? though he have walked in darkness, and had no light: let him trust in the name of the Lord, and lean for support upon his God.
11 Alle I, som optænder Ild og sætter Pile i Brand, gå ind i eders brændende Ild, i Pilene, I tændte! Fra min Hånd skal det ramme eder, i Kval skal I ligge.
Behold, all ye that kindle fire, that urge on the brands: walk by the blaze of your fire, and by the brands ye have kindled; from my hand hath this been bestowed on you; in pain shall ye lie down.
