Jeremias 20
1 Da præsten Pasjhur, Immers søn, der var overopsynsmand i HERRENs Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere således,
Now Pashur the son of Immer the priest, who was also chief governor in the house of the LORD, heard that Jeremiah prophesied these things.
2 slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENs Hus.
Then Pashur smote Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were in the high gate of Benjamin, which was by the house of the LORD.
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 on the morrow, that Pashur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then said Jeremiah to him, The LORD has not called your name Pashur, but Magormissabib.
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 says the LORD, Behold, I will make you a terror to yourself, and to all your friends: and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and your eyes shall behold 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 slay 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.
Moreover I will deliver all the strength of this city, and all the labors thereof, and all the precious things thereof, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah will I give into the hand of their enemies, which shall spoil them, 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 you, Pashur, and all that dwell in your house shall go into captivity: and you shall come to Babylon, and there you shall die, and shall be buried there, you, and all your friends, to whom you have prophesied lies.
7 Du overtalte mig, HERRE, og jeg lod mig overtale, du tvang mig med Magt. Dagen lang er jeg til Latter, mig håner enhver.
O LORD, you have deceived me, and I was deceived; you are stronger than I, and have prevailed: I am in derision daily, every one mocks 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 since I spoke, I cried out, I cried violence and spoil; because the word of the LORD was made a reproach to me, and a derision, daily.
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;
Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name. But his word was in my heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.
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 heard the defaming of many, fear on every side. Report, say they, and we will report it. All my familiars watched for my halting, saying, 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 the LORD is with me as a mighty terrible one: therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail: they shall be greatly ashamed; for they shall not prosper: their everlasting confusion shall never 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.
But, O LORD of hosts, that try the righteous, and see the reins and the heart, let me see your vengeance on them: for to you have I opened my cause.
13 Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Hånd.
Sing to the LORD, praise you the LORD: for he has delivered the soul of the poor 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 to you; 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 the LORD overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear the cry in the morning, and the shouting at noontide;
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 that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
18 Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, når jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!
Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
