Jeremias 48
1 Om Moab. Så siger Hærskares Herre, Israels Gud. Ve over Nebo, thi det er lagt øde, blevet til Skamme; indtaget er Kirjatajim, med Skam er Borgen brudt ned.
Concerning Moab. Thus saith Jehovah of hosts, the God of Israel: Woe to Nebo, for it is laid waste! Kiriathaim is confounded, is taken. Misgab is confounded and dismayed.
2 Der er ingen Lægedom mer for Moab, intet Fryderåb i Hesjbon; de oplægger onde Råd imod det: "Kom, lad os udrydde det af Folkenes Tal!" Også du, Madmen, skal omkomme, Sværdet skal forfølge dig.
Moab shall no more glory in Heshbon; They have devised evil against her; “Come, [[say they, ]] and let us cut her off from being a nation!” Thou also shalt be cut down, O Madmena, The sword shall pursue thee!
3 Hør Skriget fra Horonajim, frygteligt Brag og Sammenbrud!
A cry is heard from Horonaim, Desolation and great destruction.
4 Moab er brudt sammen; lad Skriget lyde til Zoar.
Moab is destroyed; Her little ones raise a cry.
5 Ak, grædende stiger de op ad Luhits Skråning; ak, på Vejen til Horonajim hører de Jammerskrig.
At the ascent of Luhith Weeping goeth up after weeping; At the descent of Horonaim is heard a bitter cry of despair.
6 Fly, red eders Liv, og I skal blive som en Enebærbusk i Ørkenen.
Flee ye! save your lives! Be ye like one that has been stripped in the wilderness!
7 Ja, fordi du stolede på dine Borge og Skatte, skal også du fanges. Kemosj skal vandre i Landflygtighed, hans, Præster og Fyrster til Hobe.
For, because thou hast trusted in thy substance and thy treasures, Thou also shalt be taken And Chemosh shall go into captivity, His priests and his princes together.
8 Hærværksmænd skal komme over hver By, ingen By skal reddes; Dalen skal ødelægges og Højsletten hærges, som HERREN har sagt.
The spoiler shall come upon every city, And no city shall escape. The valley shall perish, And the plain shall be destroyed, As Jehovah hath spoken.
9 Giv Moab Vinger, at det kan flyve bort; dets Byer skal blive en Ørken, så ingen bor der.
Give wings to Moab, That she may flee away; For her cities shall be a desolation, With none to dwell therein.
10 Forbandet være den, der er lad til at gøre HERRENs Værk, forbandet den, som holder sit Sværd fra Blod.
Cursed be he that doeth the work of Jehovah deceitfully, And cursed be he that keepeth back his sword from blood!
11 Moab var tryg fra sin Ungdom, lå roligt på sin Bærme; det hældtes ikke fra Fad til Fad og vandrede ikke i Landflygtighed; derfor holdt det sin Smag, og dets Duft tabte sig ikke.
Moab hath been at ease from his youth, And he hath settled on his lees, And hath not been drawn off from vessel to vessel, Neither hath he gone into captivity; Therefore his taste hath remained in him, And his flavor hath not changed.
12 Se, derfor skal Dage komme, lyder det fra HERREN, da jeg sender Vintappere, som skal tappe det og tømme dets Fade og knuse dets Dunke.
Therefore, behold, the days come, saith Jehovah, That I will send to him tilters, who shall tilt him up, And shall empty his vessels, and break his pitchers in pieces.
13 Da skal Moab få Skam af Kemosj, som Israels Hus havde Skam af Betel, som de stolede på.
And Moab shall be ashamed of Chemosh, As the house of Israel was ashamed of Bethel, their confidence.
14 Hvor kan I sige: "Helte er vi og djærve Folk til Krig?"
How will ye say, “We are mighty, And strong men for war”?
15 Moab skal hærges med sine Byer og dets ypperste Ynglinge stige ned til at slagtes, lyder det fra Kongen, hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE.
Moab is destroyed; His cities have gone up in smoke, And his chosen young men have gone down to slaughter, Saith the King whose name is Jehovah of hosts.
16 Moabs Undergang er nær, dets Ulykke kommer såre hastigt.
The destruction of Moab is near at hand; His destruction hasteth fast.
17 Ynk det, alle dets Naboer og alle, som kender dets Navn; sig: Hvor knækkedes dog den stærke Stav, det herlige Spir!
All ye that are about him, bemoan him! And all ye that know him, say, “How is the strong sceptre broken, The splendid staff!”
18 Stig ned fra Æressædet, sæt dig i Skarnet, du, som bor der, Dibons Datter! Thi han, der hærger Moab, drager op imod dig, nedbryder dine Fæstninger.
Come down from thy glory and sit in thirst, O inhabitant of Dibon! For the destroyer of Moab shall come against thee! He shall destroy thy strongholds. Stand by the wayside, and look out,
19 Stå hen på Vejen og se dig om, du, som bor i Aroer, spørg Flygtningene og de undslupne Kvinder, sig: "Hvad er der sket?"
O inhabitant of Aroer! Ask of him that fleeth, and of her that escapeth, And say, “What hath been done?”
20 Moab er blevet til Skamme, ja knust. Jamrer og skrig, meld ved Arnon, at Moab er hærget,
Moab is confounded; for it is broken down; Howl ye, and cry! Tell ye it in Arnon, That Moab is destroyed!
21 at Dommen er kommet over Højslettelandet, over Holon, Jaza, Mefaat,
And punishment hath come upon the plain country; Upon Holon, and upon Jahazah, and upon Mephaath,
22 Dibon, Nebo, Bet-Diblatajim,
And upon Dibon, and upon Nebo, and upon Beth-diblathaim.
23 Kirjatajim, Bet-Gamul, Bet Meon,
And upon Kiriathaim, and upon Beth-gamul, and upon Beth-meon,
24 Kerijot, Bozra og alle Byer i Moabs Land fjernt og nær.
And upon Kerioth, and upon Bozrah, And upon all the cities of the land of Moab far and near.
25 Afhugget er Moabs Horn, og dets Arm er brudt, lyder det fra HERREN.
The horn of Moab is cut off, And his arm is broken, saith Jehovah.
26 Gør det drukkent! Thi det hovmodede sig mod HERREN; og Moab skal falde omkuld i sit eget Spy, også det skal blive til Latter.
Make ye him drunken, for he hath exalted himself against Jehovah; That he also may wallow in his vomit, And be himself also in derision.
27 Var ikke Israel til Latter for dig? Blev det måske grebet blandt Tyve, siden du bliver så ivrig, hver Gang du taler derom?
Was not Israel a derision to thee? Was he found among thieves, That, as often as thou spakest of him, thou shouldst shake thy head?
28 Kom fra Byerne og fæst Bo på Klippen, Moabs Indbyggere, vær som Duen, der bygger Rede hist ved Afgrundens Rand.
Leave the cities and dwell in the rock, O inhabitants of Moab! Be like the dove, that maketh her nest in the sides of the mouth of the pit!
29 Vi har hørt om Moabs Hovmod, det såre store, dets Stolthed. Overmod og Hovmod, dets opblæste Hjerte.
We have heard of the pride of Moab; He hath been exceeding proud; His loftiness and his arrogance, His pride and the haughtiness of his heart.
30 Jeg kender, lyder det fra HERREN, dets Frækhed, dets tomme Snak, dets tomme Gerninger.
I, too, know his insolence, saith Jehovah, And his vain boastings. They shall effect nothing.
31 Derfor må jeg jamre over Moab, skrige over hele Moab, over Mændene i Kir-Heres må jeg sukke.
Therefore will I wail for Moab, Even for all Moab will I cry out; For the men of Kir-heres shall there be mourning.
32 Jazers Gråd græder jeg over dig, Sibmas Vinstok; dine Skud overskred Havet, nåede til Jazer; på din Frugt og din Høst slog Hærværksmanden ned.
More than Jazer will I weep for thee, O vine of Sibmah! Thy branches have passed beyond the sea; They reach even to the sea of Jazer; Upon thy summer-fruits and thy vintage the spoiler falleth.
33 Glæde og Jubel er svundet fra Frugthaven og Moabs Land. Jeg lader Vinen svinde fra Persekarrene, ingen træder Vin.
And joy and gladness are taken away from the fruitful field; And from the land of Moab, And from the presses, have I caused the wine to fail: No more shall they tread with shouting; The shouting shall be no shouting.
34 Hesjbon og Elale skriger, det høres til Jahaz; Horonajim og Eglat-Sjelisjija skriger; ak, Nimrims Vande bliver Ødemarker.
From wailing Heshbon to Elealeh, Even to Jahaz, is their voice heard, From Zoar even to Horonaim, To Eglath-shelishijah; For even the waters of Nimrim are desolate.
35 Jeg udrydder af Moab den, der stiger op på Offerhøjen og tænder Offerild for dets Guder, lyder det fra HERREN.
And I will cause to cease in Moab, saith Jehovah, Him that offereth in the high places, And him that burneth incense to his gods.
36 Derfor klager mit Hjerte som Fløjter over Moab, og mit Hjerte klager som Fløjter over Kir-Heres's Mænd. Godset, de vandt, går derfor til Spilde.
Therefore doth my heart sound like a flute for Moab, And for the men of Ker-heres doth my heart sound like a flute; For the remnant of their substance is perished.
37 Thi hvert Hoved er skaldet, hvert Skæg revet af; i alle Hænder er der Rifter, over alle Lænder Sæk.
Every head is bald, And every beard shorn; Upon all hands are cutting, And upon the loins sackcloth.
38 Alt er Klage på alle Moabs Tage og Torve; thi jeg sønderbryder Moab som et usselt Kar, lyder det fra HERREN.
Upon all the house-tops of Moab, and in her streets, All is lamentation. For I have broken Moab, like a useless vessel, saith Jehovah.
39 Hvor er Moab forfærdet! Hvor vender det Ryg med Skam! Ja, Moab er blevet til Latter og Rædsel for alle sine Naboer.
Howl ye! How is he broken down! How hath Moab turned the back with shame! A derision and a consternation is Moab To all that are round him.
40 Thi så siger HERREN: Se, som en Ørn med udbredte Vinger svæver han over Moab.
For thus saith Jehovah: Behold, like an eagle flieth an enemy, And spreadeth his wings over Moab.
41 Kerijot er taget og Borgene faldet. Moabs Heltes Hjerte bliver på hin Dag som en nødstedt Kvindes Hjerte.
Kerioth is taken, And the strongholds are seized; The hearts of the heroes of Moab in that day Shall be like the heart of a woman in her pangs.
42 Moab er ødelagt og ikke mer et Folk, fordi det hovmodede sig mod HERREN.
And Moab shall be destroyed so as to be no more a people, Because he exalted himself against Jehovah.
43 Gru og Grav og Garn kommer over dig, du, som bor i Moab, lyder det fra HERREN;
Terror and the pit and the snare are upon thee, O inhabitant of Moab, saith Jehovah.
44 den, der flygter for Gru, falder i Grav, den, der når op af Grav, fanges i Garn. Thi jeg bringer over Moab deres Hjemsøgelses År, lyder det fra HERREN.
He that fleeth from the terror shall fall into the pit, And he that getteth up out of the pit shall be taken in the snare; For I will bring upon it, upon Moab, The year of their punishment, saith Jehovah.
45 I Ly af Hesjbon står Flygtninge uden Kraft. Thi Ild farer ud fra Hesjbon, Ildsluefra Sihons Stad; den fortærer Moabs Tinding og de larmende Mænds isse.
In the valley of Heshbon the fugitives halted for want of strength; But a fire is gone forth from Heshbon, And a flame from the midst of Sihon, Which devoureth the region of Moab, And the heads of the sons of tumult.
46 Ve dig, Moab, det er ude med dig, Kemosjs Folk. Thi dine Sønner slæbes i Fangenskab, dine Døtre ligeså.
Woe to thee, O Moab! Undone is the people of Chemosh! For thy sons are taken captives, And thy daughters are captives.
47 Menjeg vender Moabs Skæbne i de sidste Dage, lyder det fra HERREN. Så vidt Moabs Dom.
Yet will I bring back the captivity of Moab In future times, saith Jehovah. Thus far the judgment of Moab.
