Esias 38
1 And it came to pass at that time, [that] Ezekias was sick even to death. And Esaias the prophet the son of Amos came to him, and said to him, Thus says the Lord, Give orders concerning your house: for you shall die, and not live.
Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: »Saa siger HERREN: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve!«
2 And Ezekias turned his face to the wall, and prayed to the Lord, saying,
Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad saaledes til HERREN:
3 Remember, O Lord, how I have walked before you in truth, with a true heart, and have done that which was pleasing in your sight. And Ezekias wept bitterly.
»Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Aasyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!« Og Ezekias græd højt.
4 And the word of the Lord came to Esaias, saying, Go, and say to Ezekias,
Da kom HERRENS Ord til Esajas saaledes:
5 Thus says the Lord, the God of David your father, I have heard your prayer, and seen your tears: behold, I [will] add to your time fifteen years.
»Gaa hen og sig til Ezekias: Saa siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Taarer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten Aar til dit Liv
6 And I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of the Assyrians: and I will defend this city.
og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Haand og værne om denne By!
7 And this [shall be] a sign to you from the Lord, that God will do this thing;
Og Tegnet fra HERREN paa, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:
8 behold, I will turn back the shadow of the degrees [of the dial] by which ten degrees on the house of your father the sun has gone down—I will turn back the sun the ten degrees; so the sun went back the ten degrees by which the shadow had gone down.
Se, jeg vil lade Skyggen gaa de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen paa Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!« Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage paa Soluret.
9 THE PRAYER OF EZEKIAS KING OF JUDEA, WHEN HE HAD BEEN SICK, AND WAS RECOVERED FROM HIS SICKNESS.
En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig af sin Sygdom:
10 I said in the end of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I shall part with the remainder of my years. (Sheol h7585)
Jeg tænkte: Bort maa jeg gaa i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste Aar. (Sheol h7585)
11 I said, I shall no more at all see the salvation of God in the land of the living: I shall no more at all see the salvation of Israel on the earth: I shall no more at all see man.
Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;
12 [My life] has failed from amongst my kindred: I have parted with the remainder of my life: it has gone forth and departed from me, as one that having pitched a tent takes it down [again]: my breath was with me as a weaver's web, when she that weaves draws near to cut off [the] thread.
min Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Traaden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,
13 In that day I was given up as to a lion until the morning: so has he broken all my bones: for I was so given up from day [even] to night.
jeg skriger til Daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig hen fra Dag til Nat.
14 As a swallow, so will I cry, and as a dove, so do I mourn: for mine eyes have failed with looking to the height of heaven to the Lord, who has delivered me, and removed the sorrow of my soul.
Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Taarer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!
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 Aar.
16 [Yes], O Lord, for it was told you concerning this; and you have revived my breath; and I am comforted, and live.
Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Aand, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!
17 For you have chosen my soul, that it should not perish: and you have cast all [my] sins behind me.
Se, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skaaned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du bag din Ryg.
18 For they that are in the grave shall not praise you, neither shall the dead bless you, neither shall they that are in Hades hope for your mercy. (Sheol h7585)
Thi Dødsriget takker dig ikke, dig lover ej Døden, paa din Miskundhed haaber ej de, der synker i Graven. (Sheol h7585)
19 The living shall bless you, as I also [do]: for from this day shall I beget children, who shall declare your righteousness,
Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.
20 O God of my salvation; and I will not cease blessing you with the lute all the days of my life before the house of God.
HERRE, frels os! Saa vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENS Hus.
21 Now Esaias had said to Ezekias; Take a cake of figs, and mash them, and apply them as a plaster, and you shall be well.
Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster paa det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.
22 And Ezekias said, This is a sign to Ezekias, that I shall go up to the house of God.
Og Ezekias sagde: »Hvad er Tegnet paa, at jeg skal gaa op til HERRENS Hus?«
