Isaiah 18
1 Woe to the land of whirring wings, along the rivers of Cush,
Hør, Land med de surrende Vinger hinsides Ætiopiens Strømme,
2 which sends couriers by sea, in papyrus vessels on the waters. Go, swift messengers, to a people tall and smooth-skinned, to a people widely feared, to a powerful nation of strange speech, whose land is divided by rivers.
du, som sender Bud over Havet i Baade af Siv paa Vandspejlet: Gaa, I hastige Bud, til det ranke, glinsende Folk, til Folket, som frygtes saa vide, Kraftens og Sejrens Folk, hvis Land gennemstrømmes af Floder.
3 All you people of the world and dwellers of the earth, when a banner is raised on the mountains, you will see it; when a ram’s horn sounds, you will hear it.
Alle I Jorderigs Folk, som bygger paa Jord: Rejses Banner paa Bjerge, saa se, naar der stødes i Horn, saa hør!
4 For this is what the LORD has told me: “I will quietly look on from My dwelling place, like shimmering heat in the sunshine, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”
Thi saa sagde HERREN til mig: »Rolig ser jeg til fra mit Sæde som glødende Luft i Solskin, som Dugsky i Høstens Tid.«
5 For before the harvest, when the blossom is gone and the flower becomes a ripening grape, He will cut off the shoots with a pruning knife and remove and discard the branches.
Thi før Høst, naar Blomstring er endt, naar Blomst sætter modnende Drue, afskærer han Rankerne med Knive, og Skuddene kapper han bort.
6 They will all be left to the mountain birds of prey, and to the beasts of the land. The birds will feed on them in summer, and all the wild animals in winter.
De gives alle til Bjergenes Fugle og Jordens Dyr, om Somren Føde for Fugle, om Vintren for al Jordens Dyr.
7 At that time gifts will be brought to the LORD of Hosts— from a people tall and smooth-skinned, from a people widely feared, from a powerful nation of strange speech, whose land is divided by rivers— to Mount Zion, the place of the Name of the LORD of Hosts.
Til hin Tid skal der bringes Hærskarers HERRE Gave fra et rankt og glinsende Folk, et Folk, som frygtes saa vide, Kraftens og Sejrens Folk, hvis Land gennemstrømmes af Floder, til Stedet, hvor Hærskarers HERRES Navn bor, til Zions Bjerg.
