Jeremiah 8
1 “At that time,” says the LORD, “they will bring the bones of the kings of Judah, the bones of his princes, the bones of the priests, the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the inhabitants of Jerusalem, out of their graves.
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
2 They will spread them before the sun, the moon, and all the army of the sky, which they have loved, which they have served, after which they have walked, which they have sought, and which they have worshiped. They will not be gathered or be buried. They will be like dung on the surface of the earth.
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.
3 Death will be chosen rather than life by all the residue that remain of this evil family, that remain in all the places where I have driven them,” says the LORD of Armies.
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.
4 “Moreover you shall tell them, ‘The LORD says: “‘Do men fall, and not rise up again? Does one turn away, and not return?
Og du skal sige til dem: Så siger HERREN: Mon man falder og ej står op, går tilbage og ej vender om?
5 Why then have the people of Jerusalem fallen back by a perpetual backsliding? They cling to deceit. They refuse to return.
Hvi falder da dette Folk i Jerusalem fra i evigt Frafald? De fastholder Svig, vil ikke vende om igen.
6 I listened and heard, but they did not say what is right. No one repents of his wickedness, saying, “What have I done?” Everyone turns to his course, as a horse that rushes headlong in the battle.
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.
7 Yes, the stork in the sky knows her appointed times. The turtledove, the swallow, and the crane observe the time of their coming; but my people do not know the LORD’s law.
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.
8 “‘How do you say, “We are wise, and the LORD’s law is with us”? But, behold, the false pen of the scribes has made that a lie.
Hvor kan I sige: "Vi er vise, og hos os er HERRENs Lov!" Nej, de skriftkloges Løgnegriffel virked i Løgnens Tjeneste.
9 The wise men are disappointed. They are dismayed and trapped. Behold, they have rejected the LORD’s word. What kind of wisdom is in them?
De vise skal blive til Skamme, ræddes og fanges. Se, HERRENs Ord har de vraget, hvad Visdom har de?
10 Therefore I will give their wives to others and their fields to those who will possess them. For everyone from the least even to the greatest is given to covetousness; from the prophet even to the priest everyone deals falsely.
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.
11 They have healed the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, “Peace, peace,” when there is no peace.
De læger mit Folks Datters Brøst som den simpleste Sag, idet de siger: "Fred, Fred!" skønt der ikke er Fred.
12 Were they ashamed when they had committed abomination? No, they were not at all ashamed. They could not blush. Therefore they will fall among those who fall. In the time of their visitation they will be cast down, says the LORD.
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.
13 “‘I will utterly consume them, says the LORD. No grapes will be on the vine, no figs on the fig tree, and the leaf will fade. The things that I have given them will pass away from them.’”
Jeg vil bjærge deres Høst, så lyder det fra HERREN, men Vinstokken er uden Druer, Figentræet uden Figner, og Løvet er vissent.
14 “Why do we sit still? Assemble yourselves! Let’s enter into the fortified cities, and let’s be silent there; for the LORD our God has put us to silence, and given us poisoned water to drink, because we have sinned against the LORD.
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.
15 We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and behold, dismay!
Man håber på Fred, men det bliver ej godt, på Lægedoms Tid, men se, der er Rædsel.
16 The snorting of his horses is heard from Dan. The whole land trembles at the sound of the neighing of his strong ones; for they have come, and have devoured the land and all that is in it, the city and those who dwell therein.”
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.
17 “For, behold, I will send serpents, adders among you, which will not be charmed; and they will bite you,” says the LORD.
Thi se, jeg sender imod jer Slanger; Basilisker, som ikke lader sig besværge, bide jer skal de, lyder det fra HERREN.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
Min Kvide er ikke til at læge, mit Hjerte er sygt.
19 Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: “Is not the LORD in Zion? Is not her King in her?” “Why have they provoked me to anger with their engraved images, and with foreign idols?”
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?
20 “The harvest is past. The summer has ended, and we are not saved.”
Kornhøst er omme, Frugthøst endt, og vi er ej frelst!
21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold of me.
Ved mit Folks Datters Sammenbrud er jeg brudt sammen, jeg sørger, grebet af Rædsel.
22 Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?
Er der ikke Balsam i Gilead, ingen Læge der? Hvorfor heles da ikke mit Folks Datters Sår?
