Esias 47
1 Come down, sit on the ground, O virgin daughter of Babylon: sit on the ground, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called tender and luxurious.
Stig ned, sid i Støvet, du Jomfru, Babels Datter, sid uden Trone paa Jorden, Kaldæernes Datter! Thi ikke mer skal du kaldes den fine, forvænte!
2 Take a millstone, grind meal: remove thy veil, uncover thy white hairs, make bare the leg, pass through the rivers.
Tag fat paa Kværnen, mal Mel, læg Sløret bort, løft Slæbet, blot dine Ben og vad over Strømmen!
3 Thy shame shall be uncovered, thy reproaches shall be brought to light: I will exact of thee due vengeance, I will no longer deliver thee to men.
Din Blusel skal blottes, din Skam skal ses. Hævn tager jeg uden Skaansel, siger vor Genløser,
4 Thy deliverer is the Lord of hosts, the Holy One of Israel is his name.
hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Hellige.
5 Sit thou down pierced with woe, go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans: thou shalt no more be called the strength of a kingdom.
Sid tavs og gaa ind i Mørke, Kaldæernes Datter, thi ikke mer skal du kaldes Rigernes Dronning!
6 I have been provoked with my people; thou hast defiled mine inheritance: I gave them into thy hand, but thou didst not extend mercy to them: thou madest the yoke of the aged man very heavy,
Jeg vrededes paa mit Folk, vanæred min Arv, gav dem hen i din Haand; du viste dem ingen Medynk, du lagde dit tunge Aag paa Oldingens Nakke.
7 and saidst, I shall be a princess for ever: thou didst not perceive these things in thine heart, nor didst thou remember the latter end.
Du sagde: »Jeg bliver evindelig Evigheds Dronning.« Du tog dig det ikke til Hjerte, brød dig ikke om Enden.
8 But now hear these words, thou luxurious one, [who art] the one that sits [at ease], that is secure, that says in her heart, I am, and there is not another; I shall not sit a widow, neither shall I know bereavement.
Saa hør nu, du yppige, du, som sidder i Tryghed, som siger i Hjertet: »Kun jeg, og ellers ingen! Aldrig skal jeg sidde Enke, ej kende til Barnløshed.«
9 But now these two things shall come upon thee suddenly in one day, the loss of children and widowhood shall come suddenly upon thee, for thy sorcery, for the strength of thine enchantments,
Begge Dele skal ramme dig brat samme Dag, Barnløshed og Enkestand ramme dig i fuldeste Maal, dine mange Trylleord, din megen Trolddom til Trods,
10 for thy trusting in wickedness: for thou saidst, I am, and there is not another: know thou, the understanding of these things and thy harlotry shall be thy shame; for thou saidst in thy heart, I am, and there is not another.
skønt du tryg i din Ondskab sagde: »ingen ser mig.« Din Visdom og Viden var det, der ledte dig vild, saa du sagde i Hjertet: »Kun jeg, og ellers ingen!«
11 And destruction shall come upon thee, and thou shalt not be aware; [there shall be a] pit, and thou shalt fall into it: and grief shall come upon thee, and thou shalt not be able to be clear; and destruction shall come suddenly upon thee, and thou shalt not know.
Dig rammer et Onde, du ikke kan købe bort, over dig falder et Vanheld, du ikke kan sone, Undergang rammer dig brat, naar mindst du aner det.
12 Stand now with thine enchantments, and with the abundance of thy sorcery, which thou hast learned from thy youth; if thou canst be profited.
Kom med din Trolddom og med dine mange Trylleord, med hvilke du umaged dig fra din Ungdom, om du kan bøde derpaa og skræmme det bort.
13 Thou art wearied in thy counsels. Let now the astrologers of the heaven stand and deliver thee, let them that see the stars tell thee what is about to come upon thee.
Med Raadgiverhoben sled du dig træt, lad dem møde, lad Himmelgranskerne frelse dig, Stjernekigerne, som Maaned for Maaned kundgør, hvad dig skal ske!
14 Behold, they all shall be burnt up as sticks in the fire; neither shall they at all deliver their life from the flame. Because thou hast coals of fire, sit thou upon them;
Se, de er blevet som Straa, de fortæres af Ild, de frelser ikke deres Liv fra Luens Magt. »Ingen Glød til Varme, ej Baal at sidde ved!«
15 these shall be thy help. Thou hast wearied thyself with traffic from thy youth: every man has wandered to his own home, but thou shalt have no deliverance.
Sligt faar du af dem, du umaged dig med, dine Troldmænd fra Ungdommen af; de raver hver til sin Side, dig frelser ingen.
