Isaiah 16
1 Send the tribute lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela in the desert to the mount of Daughter Zion.
Landets Herrer sender en Gave fra Sela gennem Ørkenen til Zions Datters Bjerg.
2 Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon:
Og ret som flagrende Fugle, som en opskræmt Rede er Moabs Døtre ved Arnons Vadesteder.
3 “Give us counsel; render a decision. Shelter us at noonday with shade as dark as night. Hide the refugees; do not betray the one who flees.
»Kom med et Raad, gør Ende derpaa, lad din Skygge blive som Natten ved højlys Dag, skjul de bortdrevne, røb ej de flyende!
4 Let my fugitives stay with you; be a refuge for Moab from the destroyer.” When the oppressor has gone, destruction has ceased, and the oppressors have vanished from the land,
Giv Moabs bortdrevne Tilhold hos dig, vær dem et Skjul for den, som hærger! Er først Voldsmanden borte, Ødelæggelsen omme, Undertrykkeren ude af Landet,
5 in loving devotion a throne will be established in the tent of David. A judge seeking justice and hastening righteousness will sit on it in faithfulness.
skal en Trone rejses med Mildhed, og paa den skal sidde en Dommer med Trofasthed i Davids Telt, ivrig for Ret og øvet i Retfærd.«
6 We have heard of Moab’s pomposity, his exceeding pride and conceit, his overflowing arrogance. But his boasting is empty.
»Vi har hørt om Moabs Hovmod, det saare store, dets Overmod, Hovmod og Frækhed, dets tomme Snak.«
7 Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.
Derfor jamrer Moab over Moab, alle jamrer; Kir-Haresets Rosinkager sukker de sønderknust over.
8 For the fields of Heshbon have withered, along with the grapevines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have trampled its choicest vines, which had reached as far as Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots had spread out and passed over the sea.
Thi visne er Hesjbons Marker, Sibmas Vinstok, hvis Druer slog Folkenes Herrer til Jorden; den naaede Ja'zer, famled gennem Ørkenen, dens Ranker bredte sig, overskred Havet.
9 So I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.
Derfor græder jeg Ja'zers Graad over Sibmas Vinstok, væder med min Taare Hesjbon, og El'ale; thi et Vinperserraab slog ned paa din Frugt og din Høst,
10 Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one tramples the grapes in the winepresses; I have put an end to the cheering.
fra Frugthaver svandt baade Glæde og Jubel; i Vingaarde jubles der ikke, der lyder ej Raab, i Karrene trampes ej Vin, Vinperserraabet er tystnet.
11 Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
Derfor bæver mit Indre som Citren for Moab, mit Hjerte for Kir-Heres.
12 When Moab appears on the high place, when he wearies himself and enters his sanctuary to pray, it will do him no good.
Og naar Moab viser sig paa Offerhøjen, naar det gør sig Møje og kommer til sin Helligdom for at bede, udretter det intet.
13 This is the message that the LORD spoke earlier concerning Moab.
Det er Ordet, HERREN fordum talede til Moab.
14 And now the LORD says, “In three years, as a hired worker counts the years, Moab’s splendor will become an object of contempt, with all her many people. And those who are left will be few and feeble.”
Men nu siger HERREN: Om tre Aar, som Daglejeren regner Aaret, skal Moabs Herlighed vanæres med al den store larmende Hob. Resten bliver lille, ringe og afmægtig.
