Esajas 52
1 Vågn op, vågn op, ifør dig tag dit Højtidsskrud på, Jerusalem, hellige By! Thi uomskårne, urene Folk skal ej mer komme ind.
Awake, awake, put on thy majesty, O Zion! Put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city! For no more shall come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean.
2 Ryst Støvet af dig, stå op, tag Sæde, Jerusalem, fri dig for Halslænken, Zions fangne Datter!
Shake thyself from the dust, Arise and sit erect, O Jerusalem! Loose thyself from the bands of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion!
3 Thi så siger HERREN: For intet solgtes I, og uden Sølv skal I løskøbes.
For thus saith Jehovah: For naught were ye sold, And without money shall ye be ransomed.
4 Thi så siger den Herre HERREN: I Begyndelsen drog mit Folk ned til Ægypten for at bo der som fremmed, og siden undertrykte Assyrien det uden Vederlag.
For thus saith the Lord Jehovah: My people went down to Egypt formerly to sojourn there, And the Assyrian oppressed them without cause.
5 Og nu? Hvad har jeg at gøre her? lyder det fra HERREN; mit Folk er jo ranet for intet. De, der hersker over det, brovter, lyder det fra HERREN, og mit Navn vanæres ustandseligt Dagen lang.
And now, what have I here to do, saith the Lord, When my people is taken away for naught, And their tyrants exult, saith Jehovah, And all the day long my name is blasphemed.
6 Derfor skal mit Folk kende mit Navn på hin Dag, at det er mig, som har talet, ja mig.
Therefore shall my people know my name; Therefore in that day shall they know That I am he that said, Behold, here am I!
7 Hvor liflige er på Bjergene Glædesbudets Fodtrin, han, som udråber Fred, bringer gode Tidender, udråber Frelse, som siger til Zion: "Din Gud har vist, han er Konge."
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, of him that proclaimeth peace! That bringeth good tidings, that proclaimeth salvation! That saith to Zion, “Thy God is king!”
8 Hør, dine Vægtere råber, de jubler til Hobe, thi de ser for deres Øjne HERREN vende hjem til Zion.
Hark! the voice of thy watchmen! They lift up the voice together; yea, they shout! For eye to eye shall they behold, When Jehovah returneth to Zion.
9 Bryd ud til Hobe i Jubel, Jerusalems Tomter! Thi HERREN trøster sit Folk, genløser Jerusalem.
Break forth into joy; shout together, ye ruins of Jerusalem! For Jehovah hath pity on his people; he redeemeth Jerusalem.
10 Han blotter sin hellige Arm for al Folkenes Øjne, den vide Jord skal skue Frelsen fra vor Gud.
Jehovah maketh bare his holy arm In the sight of all the nations; All the ends of the earth Behold the salvation from our God.
11 Bort, bort, drag ud derfra, rør ej noget urent, bort, tvæt jer, I, som bærer HERRENs Kar!
Depart, depart ye; go ye out from thence; Touch no unclean thing! Go ye out from the midst of her; Be ye clean, ye that bear the vessels of Jehovah!
12 Thi i Hast skal I ej drage ud, I skal ikke flygte; nej, foran eder går HERREN, eders Tog slutter Israels Gud.
For not in haste shall ye go forth, Nor in flight shall ye pass along; For Jehovah shall march in your front, And the God of Israel bring up your rear.
13 Se, min Tjener får Fremgang han stiger, løftes og ophøjes såre.
Behold, my servant shall prosper; He shall be lifted up, and set on high, and greatly exalted.
14 Som mange blev målløse over ham, så umenneskelig ussel så han ud, han ligned ej Menneskenes Børn
As many were amazed at the sight of him, —So disfigured and scarcely human was his visage, And so unlike that of a man was his form, —
15 skal Folk i Mængde undres, Konger blive stumme over ham; thi hvad ikke var sagt dem, ser de, de skuer, hvad de ikke havde hørt.
So shall he cause many nations to exult on account of him; Kings shall shut their mouths before him. For what had never been told them shall they see, And what they never heard shall they perceive.
