Esajas 57

1 Den retfærdige omkom, og ingen tænkte derover, fromme Mænd reves bort, det ænsede ingen; thi bort blev den retfærdige revet for Ondskabens Skyld

The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart; devout men are swept away, while no one considers that the righteous are guided from the presence of evil.

2 og gik ind til Fred; på Gravlejet hviler nu de, som vandrede ret.

Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest, lying down in death.

3 Men I, kom nu her, I Troldkvindens Børn, I, Horkarls og Skøges Yngel:

“But come here, you sons of a sorceress, you offspring of adulterers and prostitutes!

4 Hvem er det, I spotter? Hvem vrænger I Mund, hvem rækker I Tunge ad? Er I ej Syndens Børn og Løgnens Yngel?

Whom are you mocking? At whom do you snarl and stick out your tongue? Are you not children of transgression, offspring of deceit,

5 I, som er i Brynde ved Ege, under hvert grønt Træ, I, som slagter Børn i Dale. i Klippernes Kløfter!

who burn with lust among the oaks, under every luxuriant tree, who slaughter your children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks?

6 Dalenes glatte Sten er din Del og din Lod, du udgyder Drikofre for dem, bringer dem Gaver. Skal jeg være tilfreds med sligt?

Your portion is among the smooth stones of the valley; indeed, they are your lot. Even to them you have poured out a drink offering and offered a grain offering. Should I relent because of these?

7 På høje og knejsende Bjerge redte du Leje, også der steg du op for at slagte dit Offer;

On a high and lofty hill you have made your bed, and there you went up to offer sacrifices.

8 bag Døren og Dørens Stolpe satte du dit Tegn; thi du sveg mig og blotted dig, steg op, gjorde lejet bredt, købte Samlejets Elskov af dem, så deres Skam;

Behind the door and doorpost you have set up your memorial. Forsaking Me, you uncovered your bed; you climbed up and opened it wide. And you have made a pact with those whose bed you have loved; you have gazed upon their nakedness.

9 du salved dig med Olie for Molok og ødsled med Røgelse, sendte dine Bud til det fjerne, steg ned til Dødsriget, (Sheol h7585)

You went to Molech with oil and multiplied your perfumes. You have sent your envoys a great distance; you have descended even to Sheol itself. (Sheol h7585)

10 du blev træt af den lange Vej, men opgav ej Ævred; du samlede atter din Kraft og gav ikke op.

You are wearied by your many journeys, but you did not say, “There is no hope!” You found renewal of your strength; therefore you did not grow weak.

11 For hvem var du ræd og angst? Thi på Løgn var du inde, og mig kom du ikke i Hu, brød dig ikke om mig. Jeg er jo stum og blind, mig frygted du ikke.

Whom have you dreaded and feared, so that you lied and failed to remember Me or take this to heart? Is it not because I have long been silent that you do not fear Me?

12 Ja, jeg vil forkynde din Retfærd og dine Gerninger;

I will expose your righteousness and your works, and they will not profit you.

13 din Gudeflok hjælper og redder dig ej på dit Råb; en Storm bortfejer dem alle, el Vindstød tager dem. Men den, der lider på mig, skal arve Landet og eje mit hellige Bjerg.

When you cry out, let your companies of idols deliver you! Yet the wind will carry off all of them, a breath will take them away. But he who seeks refuge in Me will inherit the land and possess My holy mountain.”

14 Og det lyder: "Byg Vej, byg Vej og ban den. ryd Hindringer bort for mit Folk!"

And it will be said, “Build it up, build it up, prepare the way, take every obstacle out of the way of My people.”

15 Thi så siger den højt ophøjede, som troner evigt, hvis Navn er "Hellig": I Højhed og Hellighed bor jeg, hos den knuste, i Ånden bøjede for at kalde de bøjedes Ånd og de knustes Hjerte til Live.

For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in a high and holy place, and with the oppressed and humble in spirit, to restore the spirit of the lowly and revive the heart of the contrite.

16 Thi evigt går jeg ikke i Rette, evindelig vredes jeg ej; så vansmægted Ånden for mit Ansigt, Sjæle, som jeg har skabt,

For I will not accuse you forever, nor will I always be angry; for then the spirit of man would grow weak before Me, with the breath of those I have made.

17 For hans Gridskheds Skyld blev jeg vred, slog ham og skjulte mig i Harme; han fulgte i Frafald sit Hjertes Vej.

I was enraged by his sinful greed, so I struck him and hid My face in anger; yet he kept turning back to the desires of his heart.

18 Jeg så hans Vej, men nu vil jeg læge og lede ham og give ham Trøst til Bod;

I have seen his ways, but I will heal him; I will guide him and restore comfort to him and his mourners,

19 hos de sørgende skaber jeg Læbernes Frugt, Fred, Fred for fjern og nær, siger HERREN, og nu vil jeg læge ham.

bringing praise to their lips. Peace, peace to those far and near,” says the LORD, “and I will heal them.”

20 Men de gudløse er som det oprørte Hav, der ikke kan komme til Ro, hvis Bølger opskyller Mudder og Dynd.

But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its waves churn up mire and muck.

21 De gudløse har ingen Fred, siger min Gud.

“There is no peace,” says my God, “for the wicked.”