Isaiah 15
1 This is the burden against Moab: Ar in Moab is ruined, destroyed in a night! Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a night!
Et Udsagn om Moab. Ak, Ar lægges øde ved Nat, det er ude med Moab, Kir lægges øde ved Nat, det er ude med Moab.
2 Dibon goes up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails over Nebo, as well as over Medeba. Every head is shaved, every beard is cut off.
Dibons Datter gaar op paa Høje for at græde, oppe paa Nebo og Medeba jamrer Moab; hvert et Hoved er skaldet, alt Skæg skaaret af,
3 In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.
paa Gader og oppe paa Tage bærer de Sæk, paa Torvene jamrer de alle, opløst i Graad.
4 Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; their voices are heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out; their souls tremble within.
Hesjbon og El'ale skriger, det høres til Jahaz. Derfor skælver Moabs Lænder, dets Sjæl er i Vaande.
5 My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith; they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.
Hjertet skriger i Moab, man flygter til Zoar, til Eglat-Sjelisjija. Ak, grædende stiger de op ad Luhits Skraaning, undervejs til Horonajim opløfter de Jammerskrig;
6 The waters of Nimrim are dried up, and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone, and the greenery is no more.
Nimrims Vande bliver Ødemarker, thi Græsset visner, Grønsværet svinder, Grønt er der ikke.
7 So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Brook of the Willows.
Derfor slæber de Godset, de vandt, deres hengemte Ting over Vidjebækken.
8 For their outcry echoes to the border of Moab. Their wailing reaches Eglaim; it is heard in Beer-elim.
Ak, Nødraabet omspænder Moabs Land, dets Jamren naar til Eglajim og Be'er-Elim;
9 The waters of Dimon are full of blood, but I will bring more upon Dimon— a lion upon the fugitives of Moab and upon the remnant of the land.
thi Dimons Vand er fuldt af Blod. Men jeg sender endnu mer over Dimon: en Løve over Moabs undslupne, Landets Rest.
