Esajas 63
1 Hvem kommer der fra Edom, i Højrøde Klæder fra Bozra, han i det bølgende Klædebon, stolt i sin vældige Kraft?"Det er mig, som taler i Retfærd, vældig til at frelse!"
Who is this that commeth from Edom, with red garments from Bozrah? hee is glorious in his apparel and walketh in his great strength: I speake in righteousnesse, and am mightie to saue.
2 Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?
Wherefore is thine apparel red, and thy garments like him that treadeth in ye wine presse?
3 "Jeg trådte Vinpersen ene, af Folkeslagene var ingen med mig; jeg trådte dem i min Vrede, tramped dem i min Harme; da sprøjted deres Blod på mine Klæder, jeg tilsøled hele min Klædning.
I haue troden the wine presse alone, and of all people there was none with mee: for I will treade them in mine anger, and tread them vnder foote in my wrath, and their blood shalbe sprinkled vpon my garments, and I will staine all my raiment.
4 Thi til Hævnens Dag stod min Hu, mit Genløsningsår var kommet.
For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the yeere of my redeemed is come.
5 Jeg spejded, men ingen hjalp til, jeg studsed, men ingen stod mig bi. Da kom min Arm mig til Hjælp, og min Harme, den stod mig bi;
And I looked, and there was none to helpe, and I wondered that there was none to vpholde: therefore mine owne arme helped me, and my wrath it selfe sustained me.
6 jeg søndertrådte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden."
Therefore I wil tread downe the people in my wrath, and make them drunken in mine indignation, and wil bring downe their strength to the earth.
7 Jeg vil synge om HERRENs Nåde, kvæde hans Pris, efter alt, hvad HERREN har gjort os, huld imod Israels Hus, gjort os efter sin Miskundhed, sin Nådes Fylde.
I wil remember the mercies of the Lord and the prayses of the Lord according vnto all that the Lord hath giuen vs, and for the great goodnesse toward the house of Israel, which hee hath giuen them according to his tender loue, and according to his great mercies.
8 Han sagde: "De er jo mit Folk, de er Børn, som ej sviger." Og en Frelser blev han for dem
For he saide, Surely they are my people, children that wil not lie: so he was their Sauiour.
9 i al deres Trængsel; intet Bud, ingen Engel, hans Åsyn frelste dem. I sin Kærlighed og Skånsel genløste han dem, han løfted og bar dem alle Fortidens Dage.
In all their troubles he was troubled, and the Angel of his presence saued them: in his loue and in his mercie he redeemed them, and he bare them and caried them alwayes continually.
10 Men de stred imod og bedrøved hans hellige Ånd; så blev han deres Fjende, han kæmped imod dem.
But they rebelled and vexed his holy Spirit: therefore was hee turned to be their enemie and he fought against them.
11 Da tænkte hans Folk på gamle Dage, på Moses: "Hvor er han, som drog sit Småkvægs Hyrde op af Vandet? Hvor er han, som lagde sin hellige Ånd i hans Hjerte,
Then he remembred the olde time of Moses and his people, saying, Where is hee that brought them vp out of the Sea with the shepheard of his sheepe? where is he that put his holy Spirit within him?
12 lod vandre sin herlige Arm ved Moses's højre, kløvede Vandet for dem og vandt et evigt Navn,
He led them by the right hand of Moses with his owne glorious arme, deuiding the water before them, to make himselfe an euerlasting Name.
13 førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest på Steppen?
Hee led them through the deepe, as an horse in the wildernesse, that they should not stumble,
14 Som Kvæg, der går ned i dalen, snubled de ikke. Dem ledte HERRENs Ånd. Således ledte du dit Folk for at vinde dig et herligt Navn."
As the beast goeth downe into the valley, the Spirite of the Lord gaue them rest: so diddest thou leade thy people, to make thy selfe a glorious Name.
15 Sku ned fra Himlen, se ud fra din hellige, herlige Bolig! Hvor er din Nidkærhed og Vælde, dit svulmende Hjerte, din Medynk? Hold dig ikke tilbage,
Looke downe from heauen, and beholde from the dwelling place of thine holines, and of thy glory. Where is thy zeale and thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies, and of thy compassions? they are restrained from me.
16 du, som dog er vor Fader. Thi Abraham ved ej af os, Israel kendes ej ved os, men du er vor Fader, HERRE, "vor Genløser" hed du fra Evighed.
Doutles thou art our Father: though Abraham be ignorant of vs, and Israel knowe vs not, yet thou, O Lord, art our Father, and our redeemer: thy Name is for euer.
17 Hvi leder du os vild fra dine Veje, HERRE, forhærder vort Hjerte mod din Frygt? Vend tilbage for dine Tjeneres, din Arvelods Stammers Skyld!
O Lord, why hast thou made vs to erre from thy wayes? and hardened our heart from thy feare? Returne for thy seruants sake, and for the tribes of thine inheritance.
18 Hvi har gudløse trådt i din Helligdom, vore Fjender nedtrampet dit Tempel?
The people of thine holinesse haue possessed it, but a litle while: for our aduersaries haue troden downe thy Sanctuarie.
19 Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.
We haue bene as they, ouer whome thou neuer barest rule, and vpon whom thy Name was not called.
