Isaiah 38
1 In those days Hezekiah was ill and near death. And Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, The Lord says, Put your house in order; for your death is near.
I de Dage blev Ezekias dødssyg, og Esajas, Amoz's Søn, Profeten, kom til ham og sagde til ham: Saa sagde Herren: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve.
2 And Hezekiah, turning his face to the wall, made his prayer to the Lord, saying,
Og Ezekias vendte sit Ansigt til Væggen og bad til Herren
3 O Lord, keep in mind how I have been true to you with all my heart, and have done what is good in your eyes. And Hezekiah gave way to bitter weeping.
og sagde: Ak, Herre! kom dog i Hu, at jeg har trolig og med et retskaffent Hjerte vandret for dit Ansigt og gjort det, som er godt for dine Øjne; og Ezekias græd bitterligt.
4 Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah, saying,
Og Herrens Ord skete til Esajas, sigende:
5 Go to Hezekiah, and say, The Lord, the God of David, your father, says, Your prayer has come to my ears, and I have seen your weeping: see, I will give you fifteen more years of life.
Gak og sig til Ezekias: Saa siger Herren, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set din Graad; se, jeg lægger femten Aar til dine Dage.
6 And I will keep you and this town safe from the hands of the king of Assyria: and I will keep watch over this town.
Og jeg vil fri dig og denne Stad fra Kongen af Assyriens Haand og beskærme denne Stad.
7 And Isaiah said, This is the sign the Lord will give you, that he will do what he has said:
Og du skal have dette Tegn af Herren paa, at Herren skal gøre denne Gerning, som han har sagt:
8 See, I will make the shade which has gone down on the steps of Ahaz with the sun, go back ten steps. So the shade went back the ten steps by which it had gone down.
Se, jeg vil lade Solskivens Skygge, som med Solen er gaaet nedad paa Akas's Solskive, gaa ti Streger tilbage; og Solen gik ti Streger tilbage af de Streger, som den var gaaet ned.
9 The writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been ill, and had got better from his disease.
Et Skrift af Ezekias, Judas Konge, der han havde været syg og var bleven helbredet af sin Sygdom:
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me. (Sheol h7585)
Jeg sagde: Nu, da jeg har faaet rolige Dage, maa jeg vandre ind ad Dødsrigets Porte; jeg maa savne det øvrige af mine Aar. (Sheol h7585)
11 I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.
Jeg sagde: Jeg skal ikke se Herren, Herren i de levendes Land; jeg skal ikke skue Mennesker mere, naar jeg er iblandt dem, som bo i Skyggeriget.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
Min Levetid er afbrudt og flyttet fra mig som en Hyrdes Telt; jeg har sammenrullet mit Liv som en Væver sin Væv, fra Traadene afskæres jeg; fra Dag til Nat gør du Ende paa mig.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
Jeg holdt mig stille indtil om Morgenen som en Løve; saa sønderbrydes alle mine Ben; fra Dag til Nat gør du Ende paa mig.
14 I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
Jeg klagede som en Trane, som en Svale, jeg kurrede som en Due; matte opløftede sig mine Øjne til det høje: Herre! jeg er beklemt, vær Borgen for mig!
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
Hvad skal jeg sige? han har sagt mig det, og han har fuldkommet det; jeg skal vandre sagtelig alle mine Aar for min Sjæls Bitterheds Skyld.
16 O Lord, for this cause I am waiting for you, give rest to my spirit: make me well again, and let me come back to life.
Herre! ved disse Ting lever man, og ved dem alle faar min Aand Liv; du gøre mig stærk og holde mig i Live!
17 See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory.
Se til Fred blev mig Bitterhed; ja, Bitterhed; men du har kærligt annammet min Sjæl fra Fordærvelsens Grav; thi du kastede alle mine Synder bag din Ryg.
18 For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy. (Sheol h7585)
Thi Dødsriget takker dig ej, Døden lover dig ej; de, som nedfare i Graven, vente ikke paa din Trofasthed. (Sheol h7585)
19 The living, the living man, he will give you praise, as I do this day: the father will give the story of your mercy to his children.
Den, som lever, ja den, som lever, han takker dig som jeg i Dag; en Fader underviser sine Børn om din Trofasthed.
20 O Lord, quickly be my saviour; so we will make my songs to corded instruments all the days of our lives in the house of the Lord.
Herren er rede til at frelse mig, og med mine Harpetoner ville vi lege alle vort Livs Dage i Herrens Hus.
21 And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.
Men Esajas sagde, at de skulde tage en Klump af Figen og gøre den til et Plaster paa hans Byld, saa skulde han leve.
22 And Hezekiah said, What is the sign that I will go up to the house of the Lord?
Og Ezekias sagde: Hvad Tegn er der paa, at jeg skal gaa op til Herrens Hus?
