Jeremias 14
1 HERRENs Ord, som kom til Jeremias om tørken.
This is a message from the Lord that came to Jeremiah regarding the drought:
2 Juda sørger; dets Porte vansmægter sørgeklædt i Støvet, Jerusalems Skrig stiger op,
Judah is in mourning; her towns are wasting away. Her people are weeping for the land, and a cry for help comes from Jerusalem.
3 og dets Stormænd sender deres Drenge efter Vand, de kommer til Brønde, men finder ej Vand, vender hjem med tomme Spande, med Skam og Skændsel og tilhyllet Hoved.
Rich people send their servants to get water. They go to the cisterns, but don't find any water. They return with empty jars, disappointed and ashamed, covering their heads.
4 Over Jorden, som revner af Angst, da Regn ej falder i Landet, er Bønderne beskæmmede, tilhyller Hovedet.
The ground has dried up because there hasn't been any rain in the land. The farmers are ashamed; they cover their heads.
5 Selv Hinden på Marken forlader sin nyfødte Kalv, thi Græs er der ikke.
Even the deer abandons her newborn fawn because there's no grass.
6 På nøgne Høje står Vildæsler og snapper efter Luft som Sjakaler, deres Øjne vansmægter, thi Grønt er der ikke.
Wild donkeys stand on the bare hills, panting like jackals. Their eyesight fails because they have nothing to eat.
7 Vidner vore Synder imod os, HERRE, grib så for dit Navns Skyld ind! Thi mange Gange faldt vi fra, mod dig har vi syndet.
Even though our sins give evidence against us, Lord, please do something for us because of your good nature. Yes, we have rebelled against you so often; we have sinned against you.
8 Du Israels Håb og Frelser i Nødens Stund! Hvorfor er du som fremmed i Landet, som en Vandringsmand, der kun søger Nattely?
You are the hope of Israel, our Savior in times of trouble. Why do you act like a foreigner in our country, like a traveler who only stays a night?
9 Hvorfor er du som en rådvild Mand, som en Helt, der ikke kan frelse? Du er dog i vor Midte, HERRE, dit Navn er nævnet over os, så lad os ej fare!
Why do you act like someone caught unawares, like a powerful warrior who can't help? You are here among us, Lord, and we are known as your people. Please don't give up on us!
10 Så siger HERREN til dette Folk: De elsker at flakke omkring og sparer ej Fødderne, men ejer ikke HERRENs Behag. Han ihukommer nu deres Brøde, hjemsøger deres Synder.
This is what the Lord says about his people: They really love to wander away from me—they don't even try to stop themselves. So the Lord refuses to accept them. Now he'll remember their guilty actions and punish them for their sins.
11 Og HERREN sagde til mig: "Bed ikke om Lykke for dette Folk!
The Lord told me, Don't pray for the welfare of this people.
12 Når de faster, hører jeg ikke deres Klage, og når de ofrer Brændoffer og Afgrødeoffer, har jeg ikke Behag i dem; nej, med Sværd, Hunger og Pest vil jeg gøre Ende på dem!"
Even if they fast, I won't listen to their cry. Even though they offer burnt offerings and grain offerings, I won't accept them. On the contrary I will wipe them out by sword and famine and plague.
13 Da sagde jeg: "Ak, Herre, HERRE! Profeterne siger jo til dem: I skal ikke se Sværd, og Hungersnød skal ikke komme over eder, thi tryg Fred giver jeg eder på dette Sted."
“Oh Lord God!” I answered, “Look what prophets are telling them, claiming to be speaking for you: ‘You won't see war or suffer from famine, but I will give you peace that lasts here in this place.’”
14 HERREN svarede: "Profeterne profeterer Løgn i mit Navn; jeg har ikke sendt dem eller givet dem noget Bud eller talet til dem. Løgnesyner og falsk Spådom og deres Hjertes Bedrag er det, de profeterer for eder!
The prophets are prophesying lies in my name, replied the Lord. I didn't send them or choose them or speak to them. It's a lying vision, an empty prediction, a deluded, deceitful product of their own minds that they are prophesying to you.
15 Derfor, så siger HERREN til Profeterne, der profeterer i mit Navn, skønt jeg ikke har sendt dem, og som siger, at der ikke skal komme Sværd eller Hunger i dette Land: Disse Profeter skal omkomme ved Sværd og Hunger;
So this is what the Lord says about such prophets who prophesy in my name: I didn't send them, but even so they say, “This country won't suffer war or famine.” These same prophets will die from war or famine!
16 og folket, de profeterer for, skal slænges hen på Jerusalems Gader for Hunger og Sværd, og ingen skal jorde dem, hverken dem eller deres Hustruer, Sønner eller Døtre. Jeg udøser deres Ondskab over dem."
The bodies of the people they prophesied to will be thrown into the streets of Jerusalem because of famine and war. There won't be anyone to bury them or their wives, their sons or their daughters. I will pour out their own evil on them.
17 Og du skal sige dette Ord til dem: Mine Øjne skal rinde med Gråd ved Nat og ved Dag og aldrig høre op; thi mit Folks jomfruelige Datter ligger lemlæstet hårdt, Såret er såre svart.
This is what you are to tell them: Tears flow from my eyes without stopping day or night, because my people have been crushed by a heavy blow, a really serious wound.
18 Hvis jeg går ud på Marken, se sværdslagne Mænd, og kommer jeg ind i Byen, se Hungerens Kvaler! Thi både Profet og Præst drager bort til et Land, de ej kender.
If I go out to the countryside, I see those killed by the sword; if I go into the city, I see those dying by famine. Both prophets and priests wander around the country—they don't know what they're doing.
19 Har du ganske vraget Juda, væmmes din Sjæl ved Zion? Hvorfor har du slået os, så ingen kan læge? Man håber på Fred, men det bliver ej godt, på Lægedoms Tid, men se, der er Rædsel.
Have you really rejected Judah? Do you hate Zion so much? Why have you wounded us so badly that we can't be healed? We hoped for peace, but instead nothing good has come; we hoped for a time of healing, but instead there was only sudden terror.
20 Vi kender vor Gudløshed, HERRE, vore Fædres Brøde, thi vi synded mod dig.
Lord, we admit our wickedness, the guilt of our forefathers as well as our own sins against you.
21 Bortstød os ikke for dit Navns Skyld, vanær ej din Herligheds Trone, kom i Hu og bryd ej din Pagt med os!
Because of your own reputation please don't hate us; don't bring dishonor on your glorious throne. Please remember your agreement with us; don't break it.
22 Kan blandt Hedningeguderne nogen sende Regn, giver Himlen Nedbør af sig selv? Er det ikke dig, o HERRE vor Gud? Så bier vi på dig, thi du skabte alt dette.
Can the false gods of the other nations bring rain? Can the skies themselves send showers? No, it's you, Lord our God. So we put our hope in you, because only you can do all this.
