Isaiah 38
1 In those days Hezekiah became ill and was near death. And so, Isaiah, the son of Amoz, the prophet, entered to him, and he said to him: “Thus says the Lord: Put your house in order, for you shall die, and you shall 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 Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and he prayed to the Lord.
Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad saaledes til HERREN:
3 And he said: “I beg you, Lord, I beseech you, to remember how I walked before you in truth and with a whole heart, and that I have done what is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept with a great weeping.
»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 Isaiah, saying:
Da kom HERRENS Ord til Esajas saaledes:
5 “Go and say to Hezekiah: Thus says the Lord, the God of David, your father: I have heard your prayer, and I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your days.
»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 rescue you and this city from the hand of the king of the Assyrians, and I will protect it.
og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Haand og værne om denne By!
7 And this will be a sign for you from the Lord, that the Lord will do this word, which he has spoken:
Og Tegnet fra HERREN paa, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:
8 Behold, I will cause the shadow of the lines, which has now descended on the sundial of Ahaz, to move in reverse for ten lines.” And so, the sun moved backward by ten lines, through the degrees by which it had descended.
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 writing of Hezekiah, the king of Judah, after he had fallen ill and had 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 middle of my days, I will go to the gates of Hell. So I sought 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 will not see the Lord God in the land of the living. I will no longer behold man, nor the habitation of rest.
Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;
12 My longevity has been taken away; it has been folded up and taken from me, like the tent of a shepherd. My life has been cut off, as if by a weaver. While I was still beginning, he cut me off. From morning until evening, you have marked out my limits.
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 I hoped, even until morning. Like a lion, so has he crushed all my bones. From morning until evening, you have marked my limits.
jeg skriger til Daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig hen fra Dag til Nat.
14 I will cry out, like a young swallow. I will meditate, like a dove. My eyes have been weakened by gazing upward. O Lord, I suffer violence! Answer in my favor.
Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Taarer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!
15 What can I say, or what would he answer me, since he himself has done this? I will acknowledge to you all my years, in the bitterness of my soul.
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 O Lord, if such is life, and if the life of my spirit is of such a kind, may you correct me and may you cause me to live.
Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Aand, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!
17 Behold, in peace my bitterness is most bitter. But you have rescued my soul, so that it would not perish. You have cast all my sins behind your back.
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 Hell will not confess to you, and death will not praise you. Those who descend into the pit will not hope for your truth. (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, the living, these will give praise to you, as I also do this day! The father will make the truth known to the sons.
Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.
20 O Lord, save me! And we will sing our psalms, all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord.”
HERRE, frels os! Saa vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENS Hus.
21 Now Isaiah had ordered them to take a paste of figs, and to spread it like plaster over the wound, so that he would be healed.
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 Hezekiah said, “What will be the sign that I may go up to the house of the Lord?”
Og Ezekias sagde: »Hvad er Tegnet paa, at jeg skal gaa op til HERRENS Hus?«
