Jeremias 8
1 Til hin Tid, lyder det fra HERREN, skal man tage Judas kongers ben, dets Fyrsters Ben, Præsternes, Profeternes og Jerusalems Indbyggeres Ben ud af deres Grave
When that happens, declares the Lord, the bones of the kings of Judah, the bones of the officials, the bones of the priests, the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the people of Jerusalem will be taken out of their graves.
2 og sprede dem for Sol og Måne og al Himmelens Hær, som de elskede og dyrkede, holdt sig til, rådspurgte og tilbad; de skal ikke samles og jordes, men blive til Gødning på Marken.
They will lie exposed to the sun and moon, and to all the stars which they loved, which they served, which they followed, which they consulted, and which they worshiped. Their bones will not be collected or reburied, but will be left like manure lying on the ground.
3 Og Døden skal foretrækkes for Livet af hele den Rest, der er tilbage af denne onde Slægt på alle de Steder, jeg driver dem hen, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE.
Those who are left of this evil family will prefer to die rather than live in every place I've scattered them, declares the Lord Almighty.
4 Og du skal sige til dem: Så siger HERREN: Mon man falder og ej står op, går tilbage og ej vender om?
Tell them this is what the Lord says: When people fall down, don't they get up again? When people go the wrong way, don't they turn around?
5 Hvi falder da dette Folk i Jerusalem fra i evigt Frafald? De fastholder Svig, vil ikke vende om igen.
So why have these people of Jerusalem gone the wrong way? Why do they refuse to turn around from their repeated betrayals, holding on to all their lies?
6 Jeg lytter, hører nøje efter: de taler ej Sandhed, ingen angrer sin Ondskab og siger: "Hvad gjorde jeg!" Hver styrter frem i sit Løb, som Hest stormer frem i Strid.
I've heard exactly what they said, but they don't tell the truth. No one is sorry for doing wrong, asking, “What have I done?” Everyone chooses their own way, like a horse charging into battle.
7 Selv Storken oppe i Luften kender sin Tid, Turtelduen, Svalen og Tranen holder den Tid, de skal komme; men mit Folk, de kender ej HERRENs Ret.
Even storks high in the sky know when it's time to migrate. Turtledoves, swifts, and songbirds know when to fly away at the right time of the year. But my people don't know the laws of the Lord.
8 Hvor kan I sige: "Vi er vise, og hos os er HERRENs Lov!" Nej, de skriftkloges Løgnegriffel virked i Løgnens Tjeneste.
How on earth can you say, “We're wise, and we have the Law of the Lord?” Can't you see that the writings of your teachers of the Law have turned it into lies?
9 De vise skal blive til Skamme, ræddes og fanges. Se, HERRENs Ord har de vraget, hvad Visdom har de?
The wise will be shown to be foolish; they will be shocked at being caught out. Can't you see that they've rejected what the Lord says—so do they have any wisdom at all?
10 Derfor giver jeg andre deres Kvinder, nye Herrer deres Marker. Thi fra små til store søger hver eneste Vinding, de farer alle med Løgn fra Profet til Præst.
I'm going to give their wives to others, and their fields to different owners, since everyone cheats because they're greedy, poor and rich alike. Even prophets and priests—they are all dishonest liars!
11 De læger mit Folks Datters Brøst som den simpleste Sag, idet de siger: "Fred, Fred!" skønt der ikke er Fred.
They give my wounded people first aid, but they don't really care about them. They tell them, “Don't worry! We have peace!” even as war approaches.
12 De skal få Skam, thi de har gjort vederstyggelige Ting, og dog blues de ikke, dog kender de ikke til Skam. Derfor skal de falde på Valen; på Hjemsøgelsens Dag skal de snuble, siger HERREN.
Are they ashamed of the disgusting things they did? No, they're not ashamed at all, they can't even blush. So they will fall just like the others, when I punish them; they will drop down dead, says the Lord.
13 Jeg vil bjærge deres Høst, så lyder det fra HERREN, men Vinstokken er uden Druer, Figentræet uden Figner, og Løvet er vissent.
I'm going to destroy them, declares the Lord. There will be no grapes left on the vines, no figs on the trees—even the leaves will wither. They will lose whatever I gave them.
14 Hvorfor sidder vi stille? Flok jer dog sammen, lad os gå til de faste Stæder og tilintetgøres der! Thi HERREN vor Gud tilintetgør os, Gift er vor Drik, thi vi synded mod HERREN.
The people say, “Why are we sitting around here? Let's get together and run to the fortified towns. We can die there, for the Lord our God is killing us by giving us poisoned water to drink, because we sinned against him.
15 Man håber på Fred, men det bliver ej godt, på Lægedoms Tid, men se, der er Rædsel.
We hoped for peace, but instead nothing good has come; we hoped for a time of healing, but instead there was only sudden terror.”
16 Hans Hestes Fnysen høres fra Dan, ved Lyden af hans Hingstes Vrinsken skælver alt Landet. De kommer og opæder Landet og dets Fylde, Byen og dens Borgere.
The snorting of enemy horses can be heard from Dan. The whole country shakes in fear at the sound of the neighing of these strong stallions, They have come to destroy the country and everything in it; Jerusalem and everyone who lives there.
17 Thi se, jeg sender imod jer Slanger; Basilisker, som ikke lader sig besværge, bide jer skal de, lyder det fra HERREN.
Watch out! I'm sending snakes among you, vipers that can't be charmed. They will come and bite you, declares the Lord.
18 Min Kvide er ikke til at læge, mit Hjerte er sygt.
Nothing comforts me in my suffering; I feel terrible inside.
19 Hør mit Folks Datters Skrig viden om fra Landet! Er HERREN da ikke i Zion, har det ingen konge? Hvi krænked I mig med eders Billeder, fremmed Tomhed?
Listen to my people crying out for help from a distant land, asking “Isn't the Lord present in Zion anymore? Has her King left?” Why have they made me angry, worshiping their carved images and their useless foreign idols?
20 Kornhøst er omme, Frugthøst endt, og vi er ej frelst!
“The harvest is over, the summer is finished, but we're not saved,” say the people.
21 Ved mit Folks Datters Sammenbrud er jeg brudt sammen, jeg sørger, grebet af Rædsel.
I'm crushed by the injuries suffered by my people; I mourn for them. I'm horrified at what's happened!
22 Er der ikke Balsam i Gilead, ingen Læge der? Hvorfor heles da ikke mit Folks Datters Sår?
Isn't there any ointment from Gilead to help heal them? Aren't there any doctors there? So why haven't my people been healed from their wounds?
