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.
Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: "Så siger 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,
Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad således 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.
"Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Åsyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!" Og Ezekias græd højt.
4 Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah, saying,
Da kom HERRENs Ord til Esajas således:
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.
"Gå hen og sig til Ezekias: Så siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Tårer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten År til dit Liv
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 udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Hånd og værne om denne By!
7 And Isaiah said, This is the sign the Lord will give you, that he will do what he has said:
Og Tegnet fra HERREN på, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:
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 Skyggen gå de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen på Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!" Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage på Soluret.
9 The writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been ill, and had got better from his disease.
En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig 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 tænkte: Bort må jeg gå i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste År. (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 tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;
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 Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Tråden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
jeg skriger til daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig ben fra Dag til Nat.
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 klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Tårer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!
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 talede til mig og selv greb han ind. For Bitterhedens Skyld i min Sjæl vil jeg vandre sagtelig alle mine År.
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, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Ånd, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!
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, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skåned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du 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 ikke, dig lover ej Døden, på din Miskundbed håber ej de, der synker i Graven. (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.
Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.
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.
HERRE, frels os! Så vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved 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.
Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster på det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.
22 And Hezekiah said, What is the sign that I will go up to the house of the Lord?
Og Ezekias sagde: "Hvad er Tegnet på, at jeg skal gå op til HERRENs Hus?"
