Jeremias 20
1 Da præsten Pasjhur, Immers søn, der var overopsynsmand i HERRENs Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere således,
And Pashur the son of Immer, the priest — and he was chief officer in the house of Jehovah — heard Jeremiah prophesy these things.
2 slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENs Hus.
And Pashur smote Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the house of Jehovah.
3 Men da Pasjhur Dagen efter slap Jeremias ud af Blokken, sagde Jeremias til ham: HERREN kalder dig ikke Pasjhur, men: Trindt-om-er-Rædsel.
And it came to pass the next day, that Pashur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks; and Jeremiah said unto him, Jehovah hath not called thy name Pashur, but Magor-missabib.
4 Thi så siger HERREN: Se, jeg gør dig til Rædsel for dig selv og for alle dine Venner; de skal falde for deres Fjenders Sværd, og dine Øjne skal se det. Og hele Juda giver jeg i Babels Konges Hånd; han skal føre dem til Babel og hugge dem ned med Sværdet.
For thus saith Jehovah: Behold, I make thee a terror to thyself, and to all thy friends; and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and thine eyes shall see [it]; and I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he shall carry them captive into Babylon, and shall smite them with the sword.
5 Og jeg giver alt denne Bys Gods og al dens Velstand og alle dens koslelige Ting og alle Judas Kongers Skatte i deres fjenders Hånd; de skal rane dem og tage dem og føre dem til Babel.
And, I will give all the wealth of this city, and all its gains, and all its precious things, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah, will I give into the hand of their enemies; and they shall make them a prey, and take them, and carry them to Babylon.
6 Og du Pasjhur og alle, der bor i dit Hus, skal gå i Fangenskab. Du skal komme til Babel; der skal du dø, og der skal du jordes sammen med alle dine Venner, for hvem du har profeteret Løgn.
And thou, Pashur, and all that dwell in thy house shall go into captivity; and thou shalt come to Babylon, and there thou shalt die, and there thou shalt be buried, thou and all thy friends to whom thou hast prophesied falsehood.
7 Du overtalte mig, HERRE, og jeg lod mig overtale, du tvang mig med Magt. Dagen lang er jeg til Latter, mig håner enhver.
Jehovah, thou hast enticed me, and I was enticed; thou hast laid hold of me, and hast prevailed; I am become a derision the whole day: every one mocketh me.
8 Thi så tit jeg faler, må jeg skrige, råbe: "Vold og Overfald!" Thi HERRENs Ord er mig Dagen lang til Skændsel og Spot.
For as oft as I speak, I cry out; I proclaim violence and spoil; for the word of Jehovah is become unto me a reproach and a derision all the day.
9 Men tænkte jeg: "Ej vil jeg mindes ham, ej tale mer i hans Navn," da blev det som brændende Ild i mit indre, som brand i mine Ben; jeg er træt, jeg kan ikke mere, jeg evner det ej;
And I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name: but it was in my heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones; and I became wearied with holding in, and I could not.
10 thi jeg hører mange hviske, trindt om er Rædsel: "Angiv ham!" og: "Vi vil angive ham!" Alle mine Venner lurer på et Fejltrin af mig: "Måske går han i Fælden, så vi får ham i vor Magt, og da kan vi hævne os på ham!"
For I have heard the defaming of many, terror on every side: Report, and we will report it. All my familiars are watching for my stumbling: Peradventure he will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him; and we shall take our revenge on him.
11 Men HERREN er med mig som en vældig Helt; derfor skal de, som forfølger mig, snuble i Afmagt, højlig beskæmmes, thi Heldet svigter dem, få Skændsel, der aldrig glemmes.
But Jehovah is with me as a mighty terrible one; therefore my persecutors shall stumble and shall not prevail; they shall be greatly ashamed, for they have not prospered: it shall be an everlasting confusion that shall not be forgotten.
12 Du Hærskarers HERRE, som prøver den retfærdige, gennemskuer Nyrer og Hjerte, lad mig skue din Hævn på dem, thi på dig har jeg væltet min Sag.
And thou, Jehovah of hosts, who triest the righteous, who seest the reins and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them; for unto thee have I revealed my cause.
13 Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Hånd.
Sing ye unto Jehovah, praise Jehovah, for he hath delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.
14 Forbandet være den Dag, på hvilken jeg fødtes; den Dag, min Moder fødte mig, skal ikke velsignes.
Cursed be the day wherein I was born; let not the day wherein my mother bore me be blessed!
15 Forbandet den Mand, som bragte min Fader det Bud: "Et Barn, en Dreng er født dig!" og glæded ham såre.
Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A man child is born unto thee; making him very glad!
16 Det gå den Mand som Byerne, HERREN omstyrted uden Medynk; han høre Skrig ved Gry, Kampråb ved Middagstide.
And let that man be as the cities which Jehovah overthrew, and repented not; and let him hear a cry in the morning, and a shouting at noonday,
17 At han ej lod mig dø i Moders Liv, så min Moder var blevet min Grav og hendes Moderliv evigt svangert!
because he slew me not from the womb. Or would that my mother had been my grave, and her womb always great [with me]!
18 Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, når jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!
Wherefore came I forth from the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed in shame?
