Esajas 60

1 Gør dig rede, bliv Lys, thi dit Lys er kommet, HERRENs Herlighed er oprundet over dig.

Arise—shine, For thy light, hath come, —And, the glory of Yahweh, on thee, hath beamed;

2 Thi se, Mørke skjuler Jorden og Dunkelhed Folkene, men over dig skal HERREN oprinde, over dig skal hans Herlighed ses.

For lo! darkness, covereth the earth, And, deep gloom the peoples, —But, on thee, beameth Yahweh, And, his glory, on thee is seen.

3 Til dit Lys skal Folkene vandre, og Konger til dit strålende Skær.

So shall nations come to thy light, And kings to the brightness of thy dawning.

4 Løft Øjnene, se dig om, de samles, kommer alle til dig. Dine Sønner kommer fra det fjerne, dine Døtre bæres på Hofte;

Lift up—round about—thine eyes and see, They all, have gathered themselves together—have come to thee, —Thy sons, from afar shall come, And thy daughters, on the side, shall be carried.

5 da stråler dit Øje af Glæde, dit Hjerte banker og svulmer; thi Havets Skatte bliver dine, til dig kommer Folkenes Rigdom:

Then, shalt thou see and be radiant, And thy heart, shall throb and be enlarged, —For there shall be turned upon thee the fulness of the sea, The riches of the nations, shall come unto thee;

6 Kamelernes Vrimmel skjuler dig, Midjans og Efas Foler, de kommer alle fra Saba; Guld og Røgelse bærer de og kundgør HERRENs Pris;

The multitude of camels, shall cover thee The young camels of Midian and Ephah, All they of Sheba, shall come, —Gold and frankincense, shall they bring, And, the praises of Yahweh, shall they joyfully tell:

7 alt Kedars Småkvæg samles til dig, dig tjener Nebajots Vædre, til mit Velbehag ofres de til mig, mit Bedehus herliggøres.

All the flocks of Kedar, shall be gathered unto thee, The rams of Nebaioth, shall wait upon thee, —They shall come up, with acceptance, on mine altar, And my beautiful house, will I adorn.

8 Hvem flyver mon der som Skyer, som Duer til Dueslag?

Who are these that, As a cloud, do fly? and, As doves to their cotes?

9 Det er Skibe, der kommer med Hast, i Spidsen er Tarsisskibe, for at bringe dine Sønner fra det fjerne; deres Sølv og Guld har de med til HERREN din Guds Navn, Israels Hellige, han gør dig herlig.

Surely for me, shall, Coastlands, wait, And the ships of Tarshish first, To bring in thy sons, from far, Their silver and their gold with them, —Unto the name of Yahweh, thy God, And unto the Holy One of Israel Because he hath adorned thee.

10 Udlændinge skal bygge dine Mure, og tjene dig skal deres Konger; thi i Vrede slog jeg dig vel, men i Nåde forbarmer Jeg mig over dig.

So shall the sons of the foreigner, build thy walls, And their kings, shall wait upon thee, —For in my vexation, I smote thee, But in my favour, have I had compassion upon thee.

11 Dine Porte holdes altid åbne, de lukkes hverken Dag eller Nat, at Folkenes Rigdom kan bringes dig med deres Konger som Førere.

So shall thy gates be open—continually, Neither day nor night, shall they be shut, —That they may bring unto thee the riches of the nations, And their kings, be led.

12 Thi det Folk og, Rige, som ikke tjener dig, skal gå til Grunde, og Folkene skal lægges øde i Bund og Grund.

For, the nation and the kingdom that will not serve thee, shall perish, —Yea the nations, shall be utterly wasted.

13 Til dig skal Libanons Herlighed komme, både Cypresser og Elm og Gran, for at smykke min Helligdoms Sted, så jeg ærer mine Fødders Skammel.

The glory of Lebanon, unto thee, shall come, The fir-tree the holm-oak, and the sherbin-cedar, together, To adorn the place of my sanctuary, And the place of my feet, will I make glorious.

14 Dine Undertrykkeres Sønner kommer bøjet til dig, og alle, som håned dig, kaster sig ned for din Fod og kalder dig HERRENs By, Israels Helliges Zion.

Then shall come unto thee bending low, The sons of them who had humbled thee, Then shall bow down, unto the soles of thy feet, All they who had despised thee; And they shall call thee—The city of Yahweh, The Zion of the Holy One of Israel.

15 Medens du før var forladt og hadet, så ingen drog gennem dig, gør jeg dig til evig Højhed, til Glæde fra Slægt til Slægt.

Instead of thy being forsaken and hated so that none used to pass through thee, I will make of thee—An excellency age-abiding, The joy of generation after generation.

16 Du skal indsuge Folkenes Mælk og die Kongernes Bryst. Du skal kende, at jeg, HERREN, er din Frelser, din Genløser Jakobs Vældige.

And thou shalt derive sweet nourishment from the nations, Yea on the bounty of kings, shalt thou be sustained, —So shalt thou know—That, I, Yahweh, am thy Saviour, and That, thy Redeemer, is the Mighty One of Jacob.

17 Guld sætter jeg i Stedet for Kobber og Sølv i Stedet for Jern, Kobber i Stedet for Træ og Jern i Stedet for Sten. Til din Øvrighed sætter jeg Fred, til Hersker over dig Retfærd.

Instead of bronze, I will bring in, gold, and Instead of iron, I will bring in silver, and Instead of wood, bronze, and Instead of stones, iron, —And I will appoint the oversight of thee to Prosperity, And the setting of thy tasks to Righteousness.

18 Der høres ej mer i dit Land om Uret, om Vold og Ufærd inden dine Grænser; du kalder Frelse dine Mure og Lovsang dine Porte.

Violence, shall no more be heard, in thy land, Wasting nor destruction within thy boundaries, —But thou shalt call Thy walls, Victory, and Thy gates, Praise.

19 Ej mer skal Solen være dit Lys eller Månen Skinne for dig: HERREN skal være dit Lys for evigt, din Gud skal være din Herlighed.

Thou shalt no more have the sun, for light by day, neither for brightness, shall the moon, give light unto thee, —But Yahweh shall become thine age-abiding light, And thy God thine adorning:

20 Din Sol skal ej mer gå ned, din Måne skal ej tage af; thi HERREN skal være dit Lys for evigt, dine Sørgedage har Ende.

No more shall go in, thy sun, Nor thy moon, withdraw itself, —For, Yahweh, will become to thee an age-abiding light, So shall be ended the days of thy mourning.

21 Enhver i dit Folk er retfærdig, evigt ejer de Landet, et Skud, som HERREN har plantet, hans Hænders Værk, til hans Ære.

And, thy people, shall all of them, be righteous, To times age-abiding, shall they possess, the land, —The sprout of mine own planting, The work of mine own hands, —That I may get myself glory.

22 Den mindste bliver en Stamme, den ringeste et talrigt Folk. Jeg er HERREN; når Tid er inde, vil jeg fremme det i Hast.

The little one, shall become a thousand, and the small one, a mighty nation: I—Yahweh, in its own season, will hasten it.