Esajas 51
1 Hør mig, I, som jager efter Retfærd, som søger HERREN! Se til Klippen, I huggedes af, til Gruben, af hvilken I brødes,
Hearken to me, ye that pursue righteousness. Ye that seek Jehovah! Look to the rock whence ye were hewn, To the pit-quarry whence ye were digged!
2 se til eders Fader Abraham, til Sara, der fødte eder: Da jeg kaldte ham, var han kun een, jeg velsigned ham, gjorde ham til mange.
Look to Abraham your father, And to Sarah that bore you! For I called him when only one, And blessed him, and multiplied him.
3 Thi HERREN trøster Zion, trøster alle dets Tomter, han gør dets Ørk som Eden, dets Ødemark som HERRENs Have; der skal findes Fryd og Glæde, Lovsang og Strengespil.
Thus will Jehovah have pity upon Zion; He will have pity upon all her desolations. He will make her wilderness like Eden, Her desert like the garden of Jehovah. Joy and gladness shall be found therein; Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
4 I Folkeslag, lyt til mig, I Folkefærd, lån mig Øre! Thi Lov går ud fra mig, min Ret som Folkeslags Lys;
Hearken to me, O my people! And give ear to me, O my nation! For a law shall proceed from me, And I will establish my statutes for the light of the nations.
5 min Retfærd nærmer sig hastigt, min Frelse oprinder, mine Arme bringer Folkeslag Ret; fjerne Strande bier på mig og længes efter min Arm.
My help is near; my salvation goeth forth; My arm shall judge the nations; Distant lands shall wait for me, And in my arm shall they trust.
6 Løft eders Øjne mod Himlen og se på Jorden hernede! Thi Himlen skal svinde som Røg, Jorden som en opslidt Klædning, dens Beboere skal dø som Myg. Men min Frelse varer evigt, min Retfærd ophører aldrig.
Lift up your eyes to the heavens, And look down upon the earth beneath! For the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, And the earth shall decay like a garment, And its inhabitants shall perish like flies. But my salvation shall endure forever, And my goodness shall not decay.
7 Hør mig, I, som kender Retfærd, du Folk med min Lov i dit Hjerte, frygt ej Menneskers Hån, vær ikke ræd for deres Spot!
Hearken to me, ye that know righteousness, The people in whose heart is my law! Fear ye not the reproach of men, Nor be disheartened by their revilings!
8 Som en Klædning skal Møl fortære dem, Orm fortære dem som Uld, men min Retfærd varer evigt, min Frelse fra Slægt til Slægt.
For the moth shall consume them like a garment, And the worm shall eat them like wool. But my goodness shall endure forever, And my salvation from generation to generation.
9 Vågn op, vågn op, HERRENs Arm, og ifør dig Styrke, vågn op som i henfarne Dage, i Urtidens Slægter! Mon du ej kløvede Rahab, gennembored Dragen,
Awake! awake! clothe thyself with strength, O arm of Jehovah! Awake, as in the ancient days, in the generations of old!
10 mon du ej udtørred Havet, Stordybets Vande, gjorde Havets dyb til en Vej, hvor de genløste gik?
Art thou not the same that smote Rahab, And wounded the dragon? Art thou not the same that dried up the sea, The waters of the great deep, —That made the depths of the sea a path for the redeemed to pass through?
11 HERRENs forløste vender hjem, de drager til Zion med Jubel med evig Glæde om Issen; Fryd og Glæde får de, Sorg og Suk skal fly.
Thus shall the ransomed of Jehovah return; They shall come to Zion with singing; Everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; They shall obtain gladness and joy, And sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
12 Jeg, jeg er eders Trøster, hvem er da du, at du frygter dødelige, jordiske Mennesker, der bliver som Græs,
I, even I, am he that hath pity upon you; Who art thou, that thou art afraid of man, that shall die, Of the son of man, that shall perish like grass,
13 at du glemmer HERREN, din Skaber, der udspændte Himlen og grundfæsted Jorden, at du altid Dagen lang frygter for Undertrykkerens Vrede. Så snart han vil til at lægge øde, hvor er da Undertrykkerens Vrede?
And forgettest Jehovah thy maker, That stretched out the heavens, And founded the earth, And fearest continually every day, On account of the fury of the oppressor, As if he were taking aim to destroy thee? Where now is the fury of the oppressor?
14 Snart skal den krumsluttede løses og ikke dø og synke i Graven eller mangle Brød,
Soon shall the enchained be loosed; He shall not die in the pit, Nor shall his bread fail.
15 så sandt jeg er HERREN din Gud, som rører Havet, så Bølgerne bruser, den, hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE.
For I am Jehovah thy God, That rebuketh the sea when his waves roar; Jehovah of hosts is his name.
16 jeg lægger mine Ord i din Mund og gemmer dig under min Hånds Skygge for at udspænde Himmelen og grundfæste Jorden og sige til Zion: "Du er mit Folk."
I have put my words into thy mouth, And have covered thee with the shadow of my hand, To establish the heavens, and to found the earth. And to say to Zion, “Thou art my people!”
17 Vågn op, vågn op, stå op, Jerusalem, som af HERRENs Hånd fik rakt hans Vredes Bæger og tømte den berusende Kalk til sidste Dråbe.
Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem! Thou that hast drunk from the hand of Jehovah the cup of his fury, Thou that hast drunk to the dregs the cup of giddiness!
18 Af alle de Børn, hun fødte, ledte hende ingen, af alle de Børn, hun fostred, greb ingen hendes Hånd.
There is not one to lead her, of all the sons which she hath brought forth, Nor is there one to take her by the hand, of all the sons which she hath nurtured.
19 To Ting timedes dig hvo ynker dig vel? Vold og Våde, Hunger og Sværd - hvo trøster dig?
These two things have come upon thee, And who bemoaneth thee? Desolation and destruction, and famine and the sword; How shall I comfort thee?
20 Ved alle Gadehjørner lå dine Sønner i Afmagt som i Garn Antiloper, fyldte med HERRENs Vrede, med Trusler fra din Gud.
Thy sons have fainted; they lie at the head of all the streets, Like a deer in the net; They are full of the wrath of Jehovah, Of the rebuke of thy God.
21 Hør derfor, du arme, drukken, men ikke af Vin:
Therefore, hear this, thou afflicted, Thou drunken, and not with wine!
22 Så siger din Herre, HERREN, din Gud, der strider for sit Folk: Se, jeg tager den berusende Kalk fra din Hånd, aldrig mer skal du drikke min Vredes Bæger;
Thus saith thy Lord, Jehovah, And thy God, that defendeth the cause of his people. Behold, I will take from thy hand the cup of giddiness, The cup of my wrath; Thou shalt drink no more of it.
23 og jeg rækker det til dine Plagere, dem, som bød dig: "Bøj dig, så vi kan gå over!" og du gjorde din Ryg til Gulv, til Gade for Vandringsmænd.
And I will put it into the hand of them that have afflicted thee; That have said to thee, “Bow down, that we may pass over!” And thou madest thy body as the ground, And as the street, to them that passed over.
