Jeremias 15
1 Da sagde HERREN til mig: Om så Moses og Samuel stod for mit Åsyn, vilde mit Hjerte ikke vende sig til dem. Jag dette Folk bort fra mit Åsyn!
Then the LORD said to me: “Even if Moses and Samuel should stand before Me, My heart would not go out to this people. Send them from My presence, and let them go.
2 Og når de spørger dig: "Hvor skal vi gå hen?" så svar dem: Så siger HERREN: Hvo Dødens er, til Død, hvo Sværdets er, til Sværd, hvo Hungerens er, til Hunger, hvo Fangenskabets er, til Fangenskab!
If they ask you, ‘Where shall we go?’ you are to tell them that this is what the LORD says: ‘Those destined for death, to death; those destined for the sword, to the sword; those destined for famine, to famine; and those destined for captivity, to captivity.’
3 Jeg sætter fire Magter over dem, lyder det fra HERREN: Sværdet til at slå ihjel, Hundene til at slæbe bort, Himmelens Fugle og Jordens Dyr til at æde og ødelægge.
I will appoint over them four kinds of destroyers, declares the LORD: the sword to kill, the dogs to drag away, and the birds of the air and beasts of the earth to devour and destroy.
4 Jeg gør dem til Rædsel for alle Jordens Riger for Ezekiass Søns, Kong Manasse af Judas, Skyld, for alt, hvad han gjorde i Jerusalem.
I will make them a horror to all the kingdoms of the earth because of what Manasseh son of Hezekiah king of Judah did in Jerusalem.
5 Hvo føler, Jerusalem, for dig, hvo ynker dig vel, hvo bøjer af fra Vejen og spørger til dig?
Who will have pity on you, O Jerusalem? Who will mourn for you? Who will turn aside to ask about your welfare?
6 Du vragede mig, så lyder def fra HERREN; du veg bort. Jeg udrækker Hånden, udsletter dig, træt af at ynkes.
You have forsaken Me, declares the LORD. You have turned your back. So I will stretch out My hand against you and I will destroy you; I am weary of showing compassion.
7 Med Kasteskovl kaster jeg dem i Landets Porte, mit Folk gør jeg barnløst og til intet; de vendte ej om.
I will scatter them with a winnowing fork at the gates of the land. I will bereave and destroy My people who have not turned from their ways.
8 Flere end Havets Sandskorn bliver deres Enker. Jeg sender over Ynglingens Moder ved Middag en Hærger, brat lader jeg Angst og Rædsel falde på hende.
I will make their widows more numerous than the sand of the sea. I will bring a destroyer at noon against the mothers of young men. I will suddenly bring upon them anguish and dismay.
9 Syvsønnemoder vansmægter, opgiver Ånden, hendes Sol går alt ned ved Dag, hun beskæmmes og blues. De overblevne giver jeg til Sværdet for Fjendernes Øjne, lyder det fra HERREN.
The mother of seven will grow faint; she will breathe her last breath. Her sun will set while it is still day; she will be disgraced and humiliated. And the rest I will put to the sword in the presence of their enemies,”
10 Ve mig, min Moder, at du fødte mig, en Tvistens og kivens Mand for Alerden! Jeg gav eller modtog ej Lån, og de bander mig alle.
Woe to me, my mother, that you have borne me, a man of strife and conflict in all the land. I have neither lent nor borrowed, yet everyone curses me.
11 HERREN sagde: Sandelig, jeg løser dig, at det må gå dig vel. Sandelig, jeg lader Fjenden bønfalde dig i Ulykkens og Trængselens Tid.
The LORD said: “Surely I will deliver you for a good purpose; surely I will intercede with your enemy in your time of trouble, in your time of distress.
12 Sønderbryder man Jern, Jern fra Norden, og kobber?
Can anyone smash iron— iron from the north—or bronze?
13 Din Rigdom og dine Skatte giver jeg hen til Rov, ikke for Betaling, men til Straf for alle dine Synder i alle dine Landemærker;
Your wealth and your treasures I will give up as plunder, without charge for all your sins within all your borders.
14 jeg lader dig trælle for dine Fjender i et Land, du ikke kender, thi Ild luer op i min Vrede; den brænder mod eder.
Then I will enslave you to your enemies in a land you do not know, for My anger will kindle a fire that will burn against you.”
15 Du kender det, HERRE, kom mig i Hu, tag dig af mig; hævn mig på dem, som forfølger mig, vær ikke langmodig, så jeg rives bort! Vid, at for din Skyld bærer jeg Hån
You understand, O LORD; remember me and attend to me. Avenge me against my persecutors. In Your patience, do not take me away. Know that I endure reproach for Your honor.
16 fra dem, der lader hånt om dit Ord; ryd dem ud!" Men mig blev dit Ord til Fryd og til Hjertens Glæde; thi dit Navn er nævnet over mig, HERRE, Hærskarers Gud.
Your words were found, and I ate them. Your words became my joy and my heart’s delight. For I bear Your name, O LORD God of Hosts.
17 Ikke sad jeg og jubled i glades Lag; grebet af din Hånd sad jeg ene, thi du fyldte mig med Harme.
I never sat with the band of revelers, nor did I celebrate with them. Because Your hand was on me, I sat alone, for You have filled me with indignation.
18 Hvorfor er min Smerte evig, ulægeligt mit Sår? Det vil ikke læges. Du blev mig som en skuffende Bæk, som Vand, der sviger.
Why is my pain unending, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You have indeed become like a mirage to me— water that is not there.
19 Derfor så siger Herren: Omvender du dig, vil jeg omvende dig, så du står for mit Åsyn; giver du det ædle, ej det uædle, Vækst, skal du være som min Mund. De skal vende om til dig, du ikke til dem.
Therefore this is what the LORD says: “If you return, I will restore you; you will stand in My presence. And if you speak words that are noble instead of worthless, you will be My spokesman. It is they who must turn to you, but you must not turn to them.
20 Jeg gør dig for dette Folk til en Kobbermur, ingen kan storme; de skal kæmpe mod dig, men ikke få Overhånd over dig, thi jeg er med dig for at frelse og redde dig, lyder det fra HERREN.
Then I will make you a wall to this people, a fortified wall of bronze; they will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you to save and deliver you, declares the LORD.
21 Jeg redder dig af ondes Vold og frier dig af Voldsmænds Hånd.
I will deliver you from the hand of the wicked and redeem you from the grasp of the ruthless.”
