Jeremias 4
1 Omvender du dig, Israel, lyder det fra Herren, så vend dig til mig; hvis du fjerner dine væmmelige Guder, skal du ikke fly for mit Åsyn.
If thou wilt return, O Israel, saith the LORD, return to me: and if thou wilt put away thy abominations out of my sight, then shalt thou not be removed.
2 Sværger du: "Så sandt HERREN lever," redeligt, ærligt og sandt, skal Folkeslag velsigne sig ved ham og rose sig af ham.
And thou shalt swear, The LORD liveth, in truth, in judgment, and in righteousness; and the nations shall bless themselves in him, and in him shall they glory.
3 Thi så siger HERREN til Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere: Bryd eder Nyjord og så dog ikke blandt, Torne!
For thus saith the LORD to the men of Judah and Jerusalem, Break up your fallow ground, and sow not among thorns.
4 Omskær jer for HERREN og fjern eders Hjertes Forhud, Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere, at min Vrede ikke slår ud som Ild og hrænder uslukket for eders onde Gerningers Skyld.
Circumcise yourselves to the LORD, and take away the foreskins of your heart, ye men of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem: lest my fury come forth like fire, and burn that none can quench it, because of the evil of your doings.
5 Forkynd i Juda og Jerusalem, kundgør og tal, lad Hornet gjalde i Landet, råb, hvad I kan, og sig: Flok jer sammen! Vi går ind i de faste Stæder!
Declare ye in Judah, and proclaim in Jerusalem; and say, Blow ye the trumpet in the land: cry, confirm, and say, Assemble yourselves, and let us go into the fortified cities.
6 Rejs Banner hen imod Zion, fly uden Standsning! Thi Ulykke sender jeg fra Nord, et vældigt Sammenbrud.
Set up the standard toward Zion: retire, stay not: for I will bring evil from the north, and a great destruction.
7 En Løve steg op fra sit Krat, en Folkehærger brød op, gik bort fra sin Hjemstavn for at gøre dit Land til en Ørk; dine Byer skal hærges, så ingen bor der.
The lion is come up from his thicket, and the destroyer of the Gentiles is on his way; he is gone forth from his place to make thy land desolate; thy cities shall be laid waste, without an inhabitant.
8 Derfor skal I klæde jer i Sæk og klage og jamre, thi ej vender HERRENs glødende Vrede sig fra os.
For this gird yourselves with sackcloth, lament and wail: for the fierce anger of the LORD is not turned back from us.
9 På hin Dag, lyder det fra HERREN, skal Kongen og Fyrsterne tabe Modet, Præsterne stivne af Skræk og Profeterne slås af Rædsel;
And it shall come to pass at that day, saith the LORD, that the heart of the king shall perish, and the heart of the princes; and the priests shall be astonished, and the prophets shall wonder.
10 og de skal sige: "Ak, Herre, HERRE! Sandelig, du førte dette Folk og Jerusalem bag Lyset, da du sagde: I skal have Fred! Nu har Sværdet nået Sjælen."
Then said I, Ah, Lord GOD! surely thou hast greatly deceived this people and Jerusalem, saying, Ye shall have peace; though the sword reacheth to the soul.
11 På hin Tid skal der siges til dette Folk og Jerusalem: Et glødende Vejr fra Ørkenens nøgne Høje trækker op mod mit Folks Datter, ej til Kastning og Rensning af Korn,
At that time shall it be said to this people and to Jerusalem, A dry wind of the high places in the wilderness toward the daughter of my people, not to fan, nor to cleanse,
12 et Vejer for vældigt dertil kommer mod mig. Derfor vil jeg også nu tale Domsord imod dem.
Even a full wind from those places shall come to me: now also will I give sentence against them.
13 Se, det kommer som Skyer, dets Vogne som Stormvejr, dets Heste er hurtigere end Ørne; ve, vi lægges øde!
Behold, he shall come up as clouds, and his chariots shall be as a whirlwind: his horses are swifter than eagles. Woe to us! for we are laid waste.
14 Rens dit Hjerte for ondt, Jerusalem, at du må frelses! Hvor længe skal dit Indre huse de syndige Tanker?
O Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness, that thou mayest be saved. How long shall thy vain thoughts lodge within thee?
15 Thi hør, en Råber fra Dan, et Ulykkesbud fra Efraims Bjerge:
For a voice declareth from Dan, and proclaimeth affliction from mount Ephraim.
16 Kundgør Folkene: Se! Lad det høres i Jerusalem! Belejrere kommer fra et Land i det fjerne, de opløfter Røsten mod Byerne i Juda.
Make ye mention to the nations; behold, proclaim against Jerusalem, that watchers come from a far country, and give out their voice against the cities of Judah.
17 Som Markens Vogtere stiller de sig rundt omkring det, thi genstridigt var det imod mig, lyder det fra HERREN.
As keepers of a field, they are against her on all sides; because she hath been rebellious against me, saith the LORD.
18 Det kan du takke din Færd, dine Gerninger for; det skyldes din Ondskab; hvor bittert! Det gælder Livet.
Thy way and thy doings have procured these things to thee; this is thy wickedness, because it is bitter, because it reacheth to thy heart.
19 Mit indre, mit Indre! Jeg skælver! Mit Hjertes Vægge! Mit Hjerte vånder sig i mig, ej kan jeg tie. Thi Hornets klang må jeg høre, Skrig fra Kampen;
My heart, my heart! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
20 der meldes om Fald på Fald, thi alt Landet er hærget. Mine Telte hærges brat, i et Nu mine Forhæng.
Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is laid waste: suddenly are my tents ruined, and my curtains in a moment.
21 Hvor længe skal jeg skue Banneret, høre Hornet?
How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
22 Thi mit Folk er tåbeligt, kender ej mig, de er dumme Sønner og uden Indsigt; de er vise til at gøre det onde, men Tåber til det gode.
For my people are foolish, they have not known me; they are silly children, and they have no understanding: they are wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.
23 Jeg så på Jorden, og se, den var øde og tom, på Himlen, dens Lys var borte;
I beheld the earth, and, lo, it was without form, and void; and the heavens, and they had no light.
24 Bjergene så jeg, og se, de skjalv, og alle Højene bæved;
I beheld the mountains, and, lo, they trembled, and all the hills moved lightly.
25 jeg så, og se, der var mennesketomt, og alle Himlens Fugle var fløjet;
I beheld, and, lo, there was no man, and all the fowls of the heavens had fled.
26 jeg så, og se, Frugthaven var Ørken, alle dens Byer lagt øde for HERREN, for hans glødende Vrede.
I beheld, and, lo, the fruitful place was a wilderness, and all its cities were broken down at the presence of the LORD, and by his fierce anger.
27 Thi så siger HERREN: Al Jorden bliver Ørk, men helt ødelægger jeg ikke.
For thus hath the LORD said, The whole land shall be desolate; yet will I not make a full end.
28 Derfor sørger Jorden, og Himlen deroppe er sort; thi jeg talede og angrer det ikke, tænkte og går ikke fra det.
For this shall the earth mourn, and the heavens above be black: because I have spoken it, I have purposed it, and will not repent, neither will I turn back from it.
29 For Larmen af Ryttere og Bueskytter flyr alt Landet, de tyr ind i Krat, stiger op på Klipper; hver By er forladt, og ikke et Menneske bor der.
The whole city shall flee for the noise of the horsemen and bowmen; they shall go into thickets, and climb up upon the rocks: every city shall be forsaken, and not a man dwell in it.
30 Og du, hvad vil du mon gøre? Om end du klæder dig i Skarlagen, smykker dig med Guld og gør Øjnene store med Sminke det er spildt, du gør dig smuk. Elskerne agter dig ringe, dit Liv vil de have.
And when thou art laid waste, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou enlarge thy eyes with painting, in vain shalt thou make thyself fair; thy lovers will despise thee, they will seek thy life.
31 Thi jeg hører Råb som ved Barnsnød, Skrig som ved Førstefødsel. Hør, hvor Zions Datter stønner med udrakte Hænder: "Ve mig, min Sjæl bukker under for dem, som myrder."
For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
