< Isaiah 57 >

1 The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart; and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from before the evil.
Den retfærdige omkom, og ingen tænkte derover, fromme Mænd reves bort, det ænsede ingen; thi bort blev den retfærdige revet for Ondskabens Skyld
2 He entereth into peace: they rest in their beds, [each one] that hath walked in his uprightness.
og gik ind til Fred; paa Gravlejet hviler nu de, som vandrede ret.
3 But draw near hither, ye sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer and the harlot.
Men I, kom nu her, I Troldkvindens Børn, I, Horkarls og Skøges Yngel:
4 Against whom do ye sport yourselves? Against whom do ye make a wide mouth, [and] draw out the tongue? Are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood,
Hvem er det, I spotter? Hvem vrænger I Mund, hvem rækker I Tunge ad? Er I ej Syndens Børn og Løgnens Yngel?
5 inflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree, slaying the children in the valleys under the clefts of the rocks?
I, som er i Brynde ved Ege, under hvert grønt Træ, I, som slagter Børn i Dale, i Klippernes Kløfter!
6 Among the smooth [stones] of the torrent is thy portion; they, they are thy lot: even to them hast thou poured out a drink-offering, thou hast offered an oblation. Shall I be comforted myself as to these things?
Dalenes glatte Sten er din Del og din Lod, du udgyder Drikofre for dem, bringer dem Gaver. Skal jeg være tilfreds med sligt?
7 Upon a lofty and high mountain hast thou set thy bed: even thither didst thou go up to offer sacrifice.
Paa høje og knejsende Bjerge redte du Leje, ogsaa der steg du op for at slagte dit Offer;
8 Behind the doors also and the posts hast thou set up thy remembrance: for apart from me, thou hast uncovered thyself, and art gone up; thou hast enlarged thy bed, and hast made agreement with them; thou lovedst their bed, thou sawest their nakedness.
bag Døren og Dørens Stolpe satte du dit Tegn; thi du sveg mig og blotted dig, steg op, gjorde lejet bredt, købte Samlejets Elskov af dem, saa deres Skam;
9 And thou wentest to the king with ointment, and didst multiply thy perfumes, and didst send thy messengers afar off, and didst debase thyself unto Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
du salved dig med Olie for Molok og ødsled med Røgelse, sendte dine Bud til det fjerne, steg ned til Dødsriget, (Sheol h7585)
10 Thou wast wearied by the multitude of thy ways; [but] thou saidst not, It is of no avail. Thou didst find a quickening of thy strength; therefore thou wast not sick [of it].
du blev træt af den lange Vej, men opgav ej Ævred; du samlede atter din Kraft og gav ikke op.
11 And of whom hast thou been afraid or feared, that thou hast lied, and hast not remembered me, nor taken it to heart? Have not I even of long time held my peace, and thou fearest me not?
For hvem var du ræd og angst? Thi paa Løgn var du inde, og mig kom du ikke i Hu, brød dig ikke om mig. Jeg er jo stum og blind, mig frygted du ikke.
12 I will declare thy righteousness, and thy works; and they shall not profit thee.
Ja, jeg vil forkynde din Retfærd og dine Gerninger;
13 When thou criest, let them that are gathered by thee deliver thee! But a wind shall carry them all away, a breath shall take them; but he that putteth his trust in me shall inherit the land, and possess my holy mountain.
din Gudeflok hjælper og redder dig ej paa dit Raab; en Storm bortfejer dem alle, et Vindstød tager dem. Men den, der lider paa mig, skal arve Landet og eje mit hellige Bjerg.
14 And it shall be said, Cast up, cast up, prepare the way, take up the stumbling-blocks out of the way of my people.
Og det lyder: »Byg Vej, byg Vej og ban den, ryd Hindringer bort for mit Folk!«
15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, and whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy [place], and with him that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
Thi saa siger den højt ophøjede, som troner evigt, hvis Navn er »Hellig«: I Højhed og Hellighed bor jeg, hos den knuste, i Aanden bøjede for at kalde de bøjedes Aand og de knustes Hjerte til Live.
16 For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit would fail before me, and the souls [which] I have made.
Thi evigt gaar jeg ikke i Rette, evindelig vredes jeg ej; saa vansmægted Aanden for mit Ansigt, Sjæle, som jeg har skabt.
17 For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him; I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on backslidingly in the way of his heart.
For hans Gridskheds Skyld blev jeg vred, slog ham og skjulte mig i Harme; han fulgte i Frafald sit Hjertes Vej.
18 I have seen his ways, and will heal him; and I will lead him, and will restore comforts unto him and to those of his that mourn.
Jeg saa hans Vej, men nu vil jeg læge og lede ham og give ham Trøst til Bod;
19 I create the fruit of the lips: peace, peace to him [that is] afar off, and to him [that is] nigh, saith Jehovah; and I will heal him.
hos de sørgende skaber jeg Læbernes Frugt, Fred, Fred for fjern og nær, siger HERREN, og nu vil jeg læge ham.
20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea, which cannot rest, and whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
Men de gudløse er som det oprørte Hav, der ikke kan komme til Ro, hvis Bølger opskyller Mudder og Dynd.
21 There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.
De gudløse har ingen Fred, siger min Gud.

< Isaiah 57 >