Isaiah 1

1 The vision of Isaiah, the son of Amoz, which he saw about Judah and Jerusalem, in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.

Det Syn, Esajas, Amoz's Søn, skuede om Juda og Jerusalem, i de Dage da Uzzija, Jotam, Akaz og Ezekias var Konger i Juda.

2 Give ear, O heavens, and you, O earth, to the word which the Lord has said: I have taken care of my children till they became men, but their hearts have been turned away from me.

Hør, I Himle, lyt, du Jord, thi HERREN taler: Børn har jeg opfødt og fostret, men de forbrød sig imod mig.

3 Even the ox has knowledge of its owner, and the ass of the place where its master puts its food: but Israel has no knowledge, my people give no thought to me.

En Okse kender sin Ejer, et Æsel sin Herres Krybbe; men Israel kender intet, mit Folk kan intet fatte.

4 O nation full of sin, a people weighted down with crime, a generation of evil-doers, false-hearted children: they have gone away from the Lord, they have no respect for the Holy One of Israel, their hearts are turned back from him.

Ve det syndefulde Folk, en brødetynget Slægt, Ugerningsmænds Æt, vanartede Børn! De svigtede HERREN, lod haant om Israels Hellige, vendte ham Ryg.

5 Why will you have more and more punishment? why keep on in your evil ways? Every head is tired and every heart is feeble.

Kan I taale flere Hug, siden I stadig falder fra? Kun Saar er Hovedet, sygt hele Hjertet;

6 The body, from head to foot, is all diseased; it is a mass of open wounds, marks of blows, and broken flesh: the flow of blood has not been stopped, and no oil has been put on the wounds.

fra Fodsaal til Isse er intet helt, kun Flænger, Strimer og friske Saar; de er ej trykket ud, ej heller forbundet og ikke lindret med Olie.

7 Your country has become waste; your towns are burned with fire; as for your land, it is overturned before your eyes, made waste and overcome by men from strange lands.

Eders Land er øde, eders Byer brændt, fremmede æder eders Jord for eders Øjne — saa øde som ved Sodomas Undergang.

8 And the daughter of Zion has become like a tent in a vine-garden, like a watchman's house in a field of fruit, like a town shut in by armies.

Zions Datter er levnet som en Hytte i en Vingaard, et Vagtskur i en Græskarmark, en omringet By.

9 If the Lord of armies had not kept some at least of us safe, we would have been like Sodom, and the fate of Gomorrah would have been ours.

Havde ikke Hærskarers HERRE levnet os en Rest, da var vi som Sodoma, ligned Gomorra.

10 Give ear to the word of the Lord, you rulers of Sodom; let your hearts be turned to the law of our God, you people of Gomorrah.

Laan Øre til HERRENS Ord, I Sodomadommere, lyt til vor Guds Aabenbaring, du Gomorrafolk!

11 What use to me is the number of the offerings which you give me? says the Lord; your burned offerings of sheep, and the best parts of fat cattle, are a weariness to me; I take no pleasure in the blood of oxen, or of lambs, or of he-goats.

Hvad skal jeg med alle eders Slagtofre? siger HERREN; jeg er mæt af Væderbrændofre, af Fedekalves Fedt, har ej Lyst til Blod af Okser og Lam og Bukke.

12 At whose request do you come before me, making my house unclean with your feet?

Naar I kommer at stedes for mit Aasyn, hvo kræver da af jer, at min Forgaard trampes ned?

13 Give me no more false offerings; the smoke of burning flesh is disgusting to me, so are your new moons and Sabbaths and your holy meetings.

Bring ej flere tomme Afgrødeofre, vederstyggelig Offerrøg er de mig! Nymaanefest, Sabbat og festligt Stævne — jeg afskyr Uret og festlig Samling.

14 Your new moons and your regular feasts are a grief to my soul: they are a weight in my spirit; I am crushed under them.

Eders Nymaanefester og Højtider hader min Sjæl, de er mig en Byrde, jeg er træt af at bære.

15 And when your hands are stretched out to me, my eyes will be turned away from you: even though you go on making prayers, I will not give ear: your hands are full of blood.

Breder I Hænderne ud, skjuler jeg Øjnene for jer. Hvor meget I saa end beder, jeg hører det ikke. Eders Hænder er fulde af Blod;

16 Be washed, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your doings from before my eyes; let there be an end of sinning;

tvæt jer, rens jer, bort med de onde Gerninger fra mine Øjne! Hør op med det onde,

17 Take pleasure in well-doing; let your ways be upright, keep down the cruel, give a right decision for the child who has no father, see to the cause of the widow.

lær det gode, læg Vind paa, hvad Ret er; hjælp fortrykte, skaf faderløse Ret, før Enkens Sag!

18 Come now, and let us have an argument together, says the Lord: how may your sins which are red like blood be white as snow? how may their dark purple seem like wool?

Kom, lad os gaa i Rette med hinanden, siger HERREN. Er eders Synder som Skarlagen, de skal blive hvide som Sne; er de end røde som Purpur, de skal dog blive som Uld.

19 If you will give ear to my word and do it, the good things of the land will be yours;

Lyder I villigt, skal I æde Landets Goder;

20 But if your hearts are turned against me, I will send destruction on you by the sword; so the Lord has said.

staar I genstridigt imod, skal I ædes af Sværd. Thi HERRENS Mund har talet.

21 The upright town has become untrue; there was a time when her judges gave right decisions, when righteousness had a resting-place in her, but now she is full of those who take men's lives.

At den skulde ende som Skøge, den trofaste By, Zion, saa fuld af Ret, Retfærdigheds Hjem — men nu er der Mordere.

22 Your silver is no longer true metal, your wine is mixed with water.

Dit Sølv er blevet til Slagger, din Vin er spædet med Vand.

23 Your chiefs have gone against the Lord, they have become friends of thieves; every one of them is looking for profit and going after rewards; they do not give right decisions for the child who has no father, and they do not let the cause of the widow come before them.

Tøjlesløse er dine Førere, Venner med Tyve; Gaver elsker de alle, jager efter Stikpenge, skaffer ej faderløse Ret og tager sig ikke af Enkens Sag.

24 For this reason the Lord, the Lord of armies, the Strong One of Israel, has said, I will put an end to my haters, and send punishment on those who are against me;

Derfor lyder det fra Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Vældige: »Min Gengælds Ve over Avindsmænd, min Hævn over Fjender!

25 And my hand will again be on you, washing away what is unclean as with soap, and taking away all your false metal;

Jeg vender min Haand imod dig, renser ud dine Slagger i Ovnen og udskiller alt dit Bly.

26 And I will give you judges again as at the first, and wise guides as in the past; then you will be named, The Town of Righteousness, the true town.

Jeg giver dig Dommere som fordum, Raadsherrer som før; saa kaldes du Retfærdigheds By, den trofaste Stad.«

27 Upright acts will be the price of Zion's forgiveness, and by righteousness will men be living there.

Zion genløses ved Ret, de omvendte der ved Retfærd.

28 But a common destruction will overtake sinners and evil-doers together, and those who have gone away from the Lord will be cut off.

Men Overtrædere og Syndere knuses til Hobe; hvo HERREN svigter, forgaar.

29 For you will be put to shame because of the trees of your desire, and because of the gardens of your pleasure.

Thi Skam vil I faa af de Ege, I elsker, Skuffelse af Lundene, I sætter saa højt;

30 For you will be like a tree whose leaves have become dry, and like a garden without water.

thi I bliver som en Eg med visnende Løv, som en Lund, hvor der ikke er Vand.

31 And the strong will be as food for the fire, and his work as a flame; and they will be burned together, with no one to put out the fire.

Den stærke bliver til Blaar, hans Værk til en Gnist; begge brænder med hinanden, og ingen slukker.