Isaiah 23
1 This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.
Et Udsagn om Tyrus. Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus! De faar det at vide paa Vejen fra Kyperns Land.
2 Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.
Det er ude med Kystlandets Folk, med Zidons Købmænd, hvis Sendebud for over Havet,
3 On the great waters came the grain of Shihor; the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre; she was the merchant of the nations.
de mange Vande, hvis Indkomst var Sjihors Sæd, hvis Vinding Alverdens Varer.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”
Skam faa du, Zidon, thi Havet siger: »Jeg har ikke haft Veer, jeg fødte ikke, ej har jeg fostret Ynglinge, opfødt Jomfruer!«
5 When the report reaches Egypt, they will writhe in agony over the news of Tyre.
Naar Rygtet naar Ægypten, skælver de ved Rygtet om Tyrus.
6 Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!
Drag over til Tarsis og jamrer, I Kystlandets Folk!
7 Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
Er det eders jublende By fra Urtids Dage, hvis Fødder førte den viden om som Gæst?
8 Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are renowned on the earth?
Hvo satte sig dette for mod det kronede Tyrus, hvis Købmænd var Fyrster, hvis Kræmmere Jordens Adel?
9 The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.
Det gjorde Hærskarers HERRE for at vanære Hovmod, skænde al Stolthed, al Jordens Adel.
10 Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
Græd, I Tarsisskibe, Havn er der ikke mer!
11 The LORD has stretched out His hand over the sea; He has made kingdoms tremble. He has given a command that the strongholds of Canaan be destroyed.
Han udrakte Haanden mod Havet, rystede Riger, HERREN samled Folk for at jævne Kana'ans Fæstninger.
12 He said, “You shall rejoice no more, O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Get up and cross over to Cyprus— even there you will find no rest.”
Han sagde: »Aldrig mer skal du juble, du voldtagne Jomfru, Zidons Datter! Staa op, drag over til Kypern, selv der skal du ej finde Hvile!«
13 Look at the land of the Chaldeans — a people now of no account. The Assyrians destined it for the desert creatures; they set up their siege towers and stripped its palaces. They brought it to ruin.
Se til Kyprioternes Land! Søfarere grunded det Folk; de rejste dets Vagttaarne, Byer og Borge. Han gjorde det til en Ruinhob.
14 Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!
Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus!
15 At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
Paa hin Dag skal Tyrus gaa ad Glemme i halvfjerdsindstyve Aar, som i een Konges Dage. Men efter halvfjerdsindstyve Aars Forløb skal det gaa med Tyrus som med Skøgen i Visen:
16 “Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”
»Tag din Citer, gaa rundt i Byen, du glemte Skøge, leg smukt paa Strenge, syng, hvad du kan, saa du kommes i Hu!«
17 And at the end of seventy years, the LORD will restore Tyre. Then she will return to hire as a prostitute and sell herself to all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.
Efter halvfjerdsindstyve Aars Forløb vil HERREN se til Tyrus; det skal atter modtage Skøgeløn og bole med Alverdens Riger paa den vide Jord.
18 Yet her profits and wages will be set apart to the LORD; they will not be stored or saved, for her profit will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothing.
Men dets Vinding og Skøgeløn skal helliges HERREN; den skal ikke gemmes hen eller lægges op; dem, der bor for HERRENS Aasyn, skal dets Vinding tjene til Føde, Mættelse og prægtige Klæder.
