Esajas 54

1 Jubl, du golde, der ej fødte, jubl og fryd dig, du uden Veer! Thi den forladtes Børn er flere end Hustruens Børn, siger HERREN.

Sing, O barren, thou who did not bear. Break forth into singing, and cry aloud, thou who did not travail with child. For more are the sons of the desolate than the sons of the married woman, says Jehovah.

2 Vid Rummet ud i dit Telt, spar ikke, men udspænd din Boligs Tæpper. Du må gøre dine Teltreb lange og slå dine Teltpæle fast.

Enlarge the place of thy tent, and let them stretch forth the curtains of thy habitations. Spare not. Lengthen thy cords, and strengthen thy stakes.

3 Thi du skal brede dig til højre og, venstre, dit Afkom tage Folk i Eje og bo i de øde Byer.

For thou shall spread abroad on the right hand and on the left. And thy seed shall possess the nations, and make the desolate cities to be inhabited.

4 Frygt ej, du skal ikke beskæmmes, vær ej ræd, du skal ikke skuffes! Thi din Ungdoms Skam skal du glemme, ej mindes din Enkestands Skændsel.

Fear not, for thou shall not be ashamed. Neither be thou confounded, for thou shall not be put to shame. For thou shall forget the shame of thy youth. And the reproach of thy widowhood thou shall remember no more.

5 Thi din Ægtemand er din Skaber, hans Navn er Hærskarers HERRE, din Genløser er Israels Hellige, han kaldes al Jordens Gud.

For thy maker is thy husband. Jehovah of hosts is his name. And the Holy One of Israel is thy Redeemer. He shall be called the God of the whole earth.

6 Som en Hustru, der sidder forladt med Sorg i Sinde, har HERREN kaldt dig. En Ungdomsviv, kan hun forstødes? siger din Gud.

For Jehovah has called thee as a wife forsaken and grieved in spirit, even a wife of youth when she is cast off, says thy God.

7 Jeg forlod dig et lidet Øjeblik, men favner dig i stor Barmhjertighed;

For a small moment I have forsaken thee, but with great mercies I will gather thee.

8 jeg skjulte i skummende Vrede et Øjeblik mit Åsyn for dig, men forbarmer mig med evig Kærlighed, siger din Genløser, HERREN.

In overflowing wrath I hid my face from thee for a moment, but with everlasting loving kindness I will have mercy on thee, says Jehovah thy Redeemer.

9 Mig er det som Noas Dage: Som jeg svor, at Noas Vande ej mer skulde oversvømme Jorden, så sværger jeg nu at jeg aldrig vil vredes og skænde på dig.

For this is as the waters of Noah to me. For as I have sworn that the waters of Noah shall no more go over the earth, so I have sworn that I will not be angry with thee, nor rebuke thee.

10 Om også Bjergene viger, om også Højene rokkes, min Kærlighed viger ej fra dig, min Fredspagt rokkes ikke, så siger HERREN, din Forbarmer.

For the mountains may depart, and the hills be removed, but my loving kindness shall not depart from thee, nor shall my covenant of peace be removed, says Jehovah who has mercy on thee.

11 Du arme, forblæste, utrøstede! Se, jeg bygger dig op med Smaragder, lægger din Grund med Safirer,

O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will set thy stones in fair colors, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.

12 af Rubiner sætter jeg Tinderne, og Portene gør jeg af Karfunkler, af Ædelsten hele din Ringmur.

And I will make thy pinnacles of rubies, and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy border of precious stones.

13 Alle dine Børn bliver oplært af HERREN, og stor bliver Børnenes Fred;

And all thy sons shall be taught of Jehovah, and great shall be the peace of thy sons.

14 i Retfærd skal du grundfæstes. Vær tryg for Vold, du har intet at frygte, for Rædsler, de kommer dig ikke nær!

Thou shall be established in righteousness. Thou shall be far from oppression, for thou shall not fear, and from terror, for it shall not come near thee.

15 Angribes du, er det uden min Vilje, falde skal hver, som angriber dig;

Behold, they may gather together, but not by me. Whoever shall gather together against thee shall fall because of thee.

16 det er mig, der skaber Smeden, som blæser en Kulild op og tilvirker Våben ved sin Kunst, men Ødelæggeren skaber jeg også.

Behold, I have created the smith who blows the fire of coals, and brings forth a weapon for his work. And I have created the waster to destroy.

17 Intet Våben, der smedes mod dig, skal du, hver Tunge, der trætter med dig, får du dømt. Dette er HERRENs Tjeneres Lod, den Retfærd, jeg giver dem, lyder det fra HERREN.

No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper. And every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of Jehovah, and their righteousness which is of me, says Jehovah.

A Dove is Sent Forth from the Ark