Esajas 64
1 Gid du sønderrev Himlen og steg ned, så Bjergene vakled for dit Åsyn!
If you would open the heaven, trembling will take hold upon the mountains from you, and they shall melt,
2 Som Vokset smelter i Ild, så lad Ild fortære dine Fjender, at dit Navn må kendes iblandt dem, og Folkene bæve for dit Åsyn,
as wax melts before the fire; and fire shall burn up the enemies, and your name shall be manifest amongst the adversaries: at your presence the nations shall be troubled,
3 når du gør Undere, vi ikke vented, du stiger ned, for dit Åsyn vakler Bjergene
whenever you shall work gloriously; trembling from you shall take hold upon the mountains.
4 og som ingen Sinde er hørt. Intet Øre har hørt, intet Øje har set en Gud uden dig, som hjælper den, der håber på ham.
From of old we have not heard, neither have our eyes seen a God beside you, and your works which you will perform to them that wait for mercy.
5 Du ser til dem, der øver Retfærd og kommer dine Veje i Hu. Men se, du blev vred, og vi synded, og skyldige blev vi derved.
For [these blessings] shall happen to them that work righteousness, and they shall remember your ways: behold, you were angry and we have sinned; therefore we have erred,
6 Som urene blev vi til Hobe, som en tilsølet Klædning al vor Retfærd. Vi visnede alle som løvet, vort Brøde bortvejred os som Vinden.
and we are all become as unclean, and all our righteousness as a filthy rag: and we have fallen as leaves because of our iniquities; thus the wind shall carry us [away].
7 Ingen påkaldte dit Navn, tog sig sammen og holdt sig til dig; thi du skjulte dit Åsyn for os og gav os vor Brøde i Vold.
And there is none that calls upon your name, or that remembers to take hold on you: for you have turned your face away from us, and have delivered us up because of our sins.
8 Men du, o HERRE, er dog vor Fader, vi er Leret, og du har dannet os, Værk af din Hånd er vi alle.
And now, O Lord, you are our Father, and we are clay, all [of us] the work of your hands.
9 Vredes ej, HERRE, så såre, kom ej evigt Brøde i Hu, se dog til, vi er alle dit Folk!
Be not very angry with us, and remember not our sins for ever; but now look on [us], for we are all your people.
10 Dine hellige Byer er Ørk, Zion er blevet en Ørk, Jerusalem ligger i Grus;
The city of your holiness has become desolate, Sion has become as a wilderness, Jerusalem a curse.
11 vort hellige, herlige Tempel, hvor Fædrene priste dig, er blevet Luernes Rov, en Grushob er alt, hvad vi elskede.
The house, our sanctuary, and the glory which our fathers blessed, has been burnt with fire: and all our glorious things have gone to ruin.
12 Ser du roligt HERRE, på sligt, kan du tie og bøje os så dybt?
And for all these things you, O Lord, has withholden, yourself, and been silent, and have brought us very low.
