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
“At that time—this is Yahweh's declaration—they will bring out from the graves the bones of the kings of Judah and its officials, the bones of the priests and the prophets, and the bones of the inhabitants of Jerusalem.
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.
Then they will spread them out in the light of the sun and moon and all the stars of the skies; these things in the sky that they have followed and served, that they have walked after and sought, and that they have worshiped. The bones will not be gathered or buried again. They will be like dung on the surface of the earth.
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.
In every remaining place where I have driven them, they will choose death instead of life for themselves, all who are still left over from this evil nation—this is the declaration of Yahweh of hosts.
4 Og du skal sige til dem: Så siger HERREN: Mon man falder og ej står op, går tilbage og ej vender om?
So say to them, 'Yahweh says this: Does anyone fall and not get up? Does anyone get lost and not try to return?
5 Hvi falder da dette Folk i Jerusalem fra i evigt Frafald? De fastholder Svig, vil ikke vende om igen.
Why has this people, Jerusalem, turned away in permanent faithlessness? They hold on to treachery and refuse to repent.
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 paid attention and listened, but they did not speak right; no one was sorry for his wickedness, no one who says, “What have I done?” All of them go where they wish, like a stallion rushing toward 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 the stork in heaven knows the right times; and the doves, swifts, and cranes. They go on their migrations at the right time, but my people do not know Yahweh's decrees.
8 Hvor kan I sige: "Vi er vise, og hos os er HERRENs Lov!" Nej, de skriftkloges Løgnegriffel virked i Løgnens Tjeneste.
How can you say, “We are wise, for the law of Yahweh is with us”? Indeed, see! The deceitful pen of the scribes has created deceit.
9 De vise skal blive til Skamme, ræddes og fanges. Se, HERRENs Ord har de vraget, hvad Visdom har de?
The wise men will be ashamed. They are dismayed and trapped. Behold! They reject Yahweh's word, so what use is their wisdom?
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.
So I will give their wives to others, and their fields to those who will possess them, because from the least to the greatest, all of them are greedy for dishonest gain! From the prophet to the priest, all of them practice deceit.
11 De læger mit Folks Datters Brøst som den simpleste Sag, idet de siger: "Fred, Fred!" skønt der ikke er Fred.
They healed the wounds of my people lightly, saying, “Peace, Peace,” when there was no peace.
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.
Were they ashamed when they practiced abominations? They were not ashamed; they did not know how to blush! So they will fall among the fallen; they will be brought down when they are punished, says Yahweh.
13 Jeg vil bjærge deres Høst, så lyder det fra HERREN, men Vinstokken er uden Druer, Figentræet uden Figner, og Løvet er vissent.
I will remove them completely—this is Yahweh's declaration—there will be no grapes on the vine, nor will there be figs on the fig trees. For the leaf will wither, and what I have given to them will pass away.
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.
Why are we sitting here? Come together; let us go to the fortified cities, and we will become silent there in death. For Yahweh our God will silence us. He will make us drink poison, since we have sinned against him.
15 Man håber på Fred, men det bliver ej godt, på Lægedoms Tid, men se, der er Rædsel.
We are hoping for peace, but there will be nothing good. We are hoping for a time of healing, but see, there will be 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 his stallions is heard from Dan. The whole earth shakes at the sound of the neighing of his strong horses. For they will come and consume the land and its wealth, the city and the ones living in it.
17 Thi se, jeg sender imod jer Slanger; Basilisker, som ikke lader sig besværge, bide jer skal de, lyder det fra HERREN.
For see, I am sending out snakes among you, vipers that you cannot charm. They will bite you—this is Yahweh's declaration.'”
18 Min Kvide er ikke til at læge, mit Hjerte er sygt.
My sorrow has no end, and my heart is sick.
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?
Behold! The screaming voice of the daughter of my people from a land far away! Is Yahweh not in Zion? Is her king no longer there? Why then do they provoke me to anger with their carved figures and their worthless foreign idols?
20 Kornhøst er omme, Frugthøst endt, og vi er ej frelst!
The harvest has passed on, summer is over. But we have not been saved.
21 Ved mit Folks Datters Sammenbrud er jeg brudt sammen, jeg sørger, grebet af Rædsel.
I am hurt because of the hurt of the daughter of my people. I mourn at the horrible things that have happened to her; I am dismayed.
22 Er der ikke Balsam i Gilead, ingen Læge der? Hvorfor heles da ikke mit Folks Datters Sår?
Is there no medicine in Gilead? Is there no healer there? Why will the healing of the daughter of my people not happen?
