Esajas 64
1 Gid du sønderrev Himlen og steg ned, så Bjergene vakled for dit Åsyn!
That thou wouldst rend the heavens, and wouldst come down: the mountains would melt away at thy presence.
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,
They would melt as at the burning of fire, the waters would burn with fire, that thy name might be made known to thy enemies: that the nations might tremble at thy presence.
3 når du gør Undere, vi ikke vented, du stiger ned, for dit Åsyn vakler Bjergene
When thou shalt do wonderful things, we shall not bear them: thou didst come down, and at thy presence the mountains melted away.
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 the beginning of the world they have not heard, nor perceived with the ears: the eye hath not seen, O God, besides thee, what things thou hast prepared for them that wait for thee.
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.
Thou hast met him that rejoiceth, and doth justice: in thy ways they shall remember thee: behold thou art angry, and we have sinned: in them we have been always, and we shall be saved.
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 one unclean, and all our justices as the rag of a menstruous woman: and we have all fallen as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken 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.
There is none that calleth upon thy name: that riseth up, and taketh hold of thee: thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast crushed us in the hand of our iniquity.
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, thou art our father, and we are clay: and thou art our maker, and we all are the works of thy 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, O Lord, and remember no longer our iniquity: behold, see we are all thy people.
10 Dine hellige Byer er Ørk, Zion er blevet en Ørk, Jerusalem ligger i Grus;
The city of thy sanctuary is become a desert, Sion is made a desert, Jerusalem is desolate.
11 vort hellige, herlige Tempel, hvor Fædrene priste dig, er blevet Luernes Rov, en Grushob er alt, hvad vi elskede.
The house of our holiness, and of our glory, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt with fire, and all our lovely things are turned into ruins.
12 Ser du roligt HERRE, på sligt, kan du tie og bøje os så dybt?
Wilt thou refrain thyself, O Lord, upon these things, wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us vehemently?
