Isaiah 51
1 Hearken unto me, ye that follow after righteousness, ye that seek Jehovah: look unto the rock [whence] ye were hewn, and to the hole of the pit [whence] ye were digged.
Hør mig, I, som jager efter Retfærd, som søger HERREN! Se til Klippen, I huggedes af, til Gruben, af hvilken I brødes,
2 Look unto Abraham your father, and unto Sarah that bore you; for I called him when he was alone, and blessed him, and multiplied him.
se til eders Fader Abraham, til Sara, der fødte eder: Da jeg kaldte ham, var han kun een, jeg velsigned ham, gjorde ham til mange.
3 For Jehovah shall comfort Zion, he shall comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of Jehovah: gladness and joy shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of song.
Thi HERREN trøster Zion, trøster alle dets Tomter, han gør dets Ørk som Eden, dets Ødemark som HERRENs Have; der skal findes Fryd og Glæde, Lovsang og Strengespil.
4 Listen unto me, my people; and give ear unto me, my nation: for a law shall proceed from me, and I will establish my judgment for a light of the peoples.
I Folkeslag, lyt til mig, I Folkefærd, lån mig Øre! Thi Lov går ud fra mig, min Ret som Folkeslags Lys;
5 My righteousness is near, my salvation is gone forth, and mine arms shall judge the peoples: the isles shall wait for me, and in mine arm shall they trust.
min Retfærd nærmer sig hastigt, min Frelse oprinder, mine Arme bringer Folkeslag Ret; fjerne Strande bier på mig og længes efter min Arm.
6 Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look on the earth beneath: for the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall grow old like a garment, and they that dwell therein shall die in like manner; but my salvation shall be for ever, and my righteousness shall not be abolished.
Løft eders Øjne mod Himlen og se på Jorden hernede! Thi Himlen skal svinde som Røg, Jorden som en opslidt Klædning, dens Beboere skal dø som Myg. Men min Frelse varer evigt, min Retfærd ophører aldrig.
7 Hearken unto me, ye that know righteousness, the people in whose heart is my law; fear not the reproach of men, and be not afraid of their revilings.
Hør mig, I, som kender Retfærd, du Folk med min Lov i dit Hjerte, frygt ej Menneskers Hån, vær ikke ræd for deres Spot!
8 For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool; but my righteousness shall be for ever, and my salvation from generation to generation.
Som en Klædning skal Møl fortære dem, Orm fortære dem som Uld, men min Retfærd varer evigt, min Frelse fra Slægt til Slægt.
9 Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of Jehovah; awake, as in the days of old, [as in] the generations of passed ages. Is it not thou that hath hewn Rahab in pieces, [and] pierced the monster?
Vågn op, vågn op, HERRENs Arm, og ifør dig Styrke, vågn op som i henfarne Dage, i Urtidens Slægter! Mon du ej kløvede Rahab, gennembored Dragen,
10 Is it not thou that dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep; that made the depths of the sea a way for the redeemed to pass over?
mon du ej udtørred Havet, Stordybets Vande, gjorde Havets dyb til en Vej, hvor de genløste gik?
11 So the ransomed of Jehovah shall return, and come to Zion with singing; and everlasting joy shall be upon their heads: they shall obtain gladness and joy; sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
HERRENs forløste vender hjem, de drager til Zion med Jubel med evig Glæde om Issen; Fryd og Glæde får de, Sorg og Suk skal fly.
12 I, [even] I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou fearest a man that shall die, and the son of man that shall become as grass;
Jeg, jeg er eders Trøster, hvem er da du, at du frygter dødelige, jordiske Mennesker, der bliver som Græs,
13 and forgettest Jehovah thy Maker, who hath stretched out the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth; and thou art afraid continually all the day because of the fury of the oppressor, when he prepareth to destroy? And where is the fury of the oppressor?
at du glemmer HERREN, din Skaber, der udspændte Himlen og grundfæsted Jorden, at du altid Dagen lang frygter for Undertrykkerens Vrede. Så snart han vil til at lægge øde, hvor er da Undertrykkerens Vrede?
14 He that is bowed down shall speedily be loosed, and he shall not die in the pit, nor shall his bread fail.
Snart skal den krumsluttede løses og ikke dø og synke i Graven eller mangle Brød,
15 And I am Jehovah thy God, who raiseth the sea, so that its waves roar: Jehovah of hosts is his name.
så sandt jeg er HERREN din Gud, som rører Havet, så Bølgerne bruser, den, hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE.
16 And I have put my words in thy mouth, and covered thee with the shadow of my hand, to plant the heavens, and to lay the foundations of the earth, and to say unto Zion, Thou art my people.
jeg lægger mine Ord i din Mund og gemmer dig under min Hånds Skygge for at udspænde Himmelen og grundfæste Jorden og sige til Zion: "Du er mit Folk."
17 Arouse thyself, arouse thyself, stand up, Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the hand of Jehovah the cup of his fury. Thou hast drunk, hast drained out the goblet-cup of bewilderment:
Vågn op, vågn op, stå op, Jerusalem, som af HERRENs Hånd fik rakt hans Vredes Bæger og tømte den berusende Kalk til sidste Dråbe.
18 — there is none to guide her among all the children that she hath brought forth; neither is there any to take her by the hand of all the children that she hath brought up.
Af alle de Børn, hun fødte, ledte hende ingen, af alle de Børn, hun fostred, greb ingen hendes Hånd.
19 These two [things] are come unto thee; who will bemoan thee? — desolation and destruction, and famine and sword: how shall I comfort thee?
To Ting timedes dig hvo ynker dig vel? Vold og Våde, Hunger og Sværd - hvo trøster dig?
20 Thy children have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as an oryx in a net: they are full of the fury of Jehovah, the rebuke of thy God.
Ved alle Gadehjørner lå dine Sønner i Afmagt som i Garn Antiloper, fyldte med HERRENs Vrede, med Trusler fra din Gud.
21 Therefore hear now this, thou afflicted, and drunken, but not with wine:
Hør derfor, du arme, drukken, men ikke af Vin:
22 thus saith thy Lord, Jehovah, and thy God, who pleadeth the cause of his people, Behold, I take out of thy hand the cup of bewilderment, the goblet-cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again:
Så siger din Herre, HERREN, din Gud, der strider for sit Folk: Se, jeg tager den berusende Kalk fra din Hånd, aldrig mer skal du drikke min Vredes Bæger;
23 and I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; who have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and thou hast laid thy body as the ground, and as the street to them that went over.
og jeg rækker det til dine Plagere, dem, som bød dig: "Bøj dig, så vi kan gå over!" og du gjorde din Ryg til Gulv, til Gade for Vandringsmænd.
