Isaiah 21
1 The word about the waste land. As storm-winds in the South go rushing through, it comes from the waste land, from the land greatly to be feared.
Et Udsagn om Havørknen. Som hvirvlende Storme, der jager i Sydlandet, kommer det fra Ørkenen, det grufulde Land
2 A vision of fear comes before my eyes; the worker of deceit goes on in his false way, and the waster goes on making waste. Up! Elam; to the attack! Media; I have put an end to her sorrow.
Så svart et Syn blev mig meldt: "Ransmænd raner, Hærmænd hærger! Frem, Elamiter! Til Belejring, Meder! Alle Suk gør jeg Ende på!"
3 For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
Derfor fyldes mine Lænder af Skælven, jeg gribes af Veer som, fødende Kvinde, døv af Svimmelhed, blind af Skræk,
4 My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for me.
mit Hjerte forvirres, Gru falder på mig; Skumringen, jeg elsker, bliver mig til Angst.
5 They make ready the table, they put down the covers, they take food and drink. Up! you captains; put oil on your breastplates.
Bordet dækkes, Hynder bredes, man spiser og drikker, "Op I Fyrster, salv eders Skjolde!"
6 For so has the Lord said to me, Go, let a watchman be placed; let him give word of what he sees:
Thi så sagde Herren til mig: "Gå hen og stil Vægteren ud! Hvad han får at se, skal han melde.
7 And when he sees war-carriages, horsemen by twos, war-carriages with asses, war-carriages with camels, let him give special attention.
Og ser han Ryttere, et Par komme ridende, en Rytter på Æsel, en Rytter på Kamel, da skal han lytte, ja lytte spændt!"
8 And the watchman gave a loud cry, O my lord, I am on the watchtower all day, and am placed in my watch every night:
Og han råbte: "Se, o Herre, på Varden står jeg bestandig, Dagen lang, og på min Vagtpost står jeg trolig
9 See, here come war-carriages with men, horsemen by twos: and in answer he said, Babylon is made low, is made low, and all her images are broken on the earth.
Nat efter Nat!" Men se, da kom der ridende Mænd, et Par kom ridende; de råbte: "Faldet, faldet er Babel, han knuste alle dets Guder i Støvet!"
10 O my crushed ones, the grain of my floor! I have given you the word which came to me from the Lord of armies, the God of Israel.
Mit knuste, mit tærskede Folk! Hvad jeg, har hørt fra Hærskarers HERRE, fra Israels Gud, det melder jeg eder.
11 The word about Edom. A voice comes to me from Seir, Watchman, how far gone is the night? how far gone is the night?
Et Udsagn om Duma. Der råbes til mig fra Se'ir: "Vægter, hvordan skrider Natten, Vægter, hvordan skrider Natten?"
12 The watchman says, The morning has come, but night is still to come: if you have questions to put, put them, and come back again.
Vægteren svarer: "Morgen kommer, men også Nat! Vil I spørge, så spørg! Kom kun igen!"
13 The word about Arabia. In the thick woods of Arabia will be your night's resting-place, O travelling bands of Dedanites!
Et Udsagn: "I Ødemarken". Søg Nattely i Ødemarkens Krat, I Dedans Karavaner!
14 Give water to him who is in need of water; give bread, O men of the land of Tema, to those in flight.
Bring de tørstige Vand i Møde, I, som bor i Temas Land, mød de flyende med Brød!
15 For they are in flight from the sharp sword, and the bent bow, and from the trouble of war.
Thi de er på Flugt for Sværd, på Flugt for det dragne Sværd, på Flugt for den spændte Bue, på Flugt for Krigens Tynge.
16 For so has the Lord said to me, In a year, by the years of a servant working for payment, all the glory of Kedar will come to an end:
Thi så sagde Herren til mig:"Et År endnu, som Daglejeren regner Året, og det er ude med al Kedars Herlighed.
17 And the rest of the bowmen, the men of war of the children of Kedar, will be small in number: for the Lord, the God of Israel, has said it.
Resten af Kedars Heltes Buer skal være ringe, så sandt HERREN, Israels Gud, har talet."
