Isaiah 63

1 Who is this that cometh from Edom, with deep-red garments from Bozrah, this that is glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatness of his strength? — I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save.

Hvem kommer der fra Edom, i Højrøde Klæder fra Bozra, han i det bølgende Klædebon, stolt i sin vældige Kraft?"Det er mig, som taler i Retfærd, vældig til at frelse!"

2 — Wherefore is redness in thine apparel, and thy garments like him that treadeth in the winevat?

Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?

3 I have trodden the winepress alone, and of the peoples not a man was with me; and I have trodden them in mine anger, and trampled them in my fury; and their blood is sprinkled upon my garments, and I have stained all mine apparel.

"Jeg trådte Vinpersen ene, af Folkeslagene var ingen med mig; jeg trådte dem i min Vrede, tramped dem i min Harme; da sprøjted deres Blod på mine Klæder, jeg tilsøled hele min Klædning.

4 For the day of vengeance was in my heart, and the year of my redeemed had come.

Thi til Hævnens Dag stod min Hu, mit Genløsningsår var kommet.

5 And I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: and mine own arm brought salvation unto me; and my fury, it upheld me.

Jeg spejded, men ingen hjalp til, jeg studsed, men ingen stod mig bi. Da kom min Arm mig til Hjælp, og min Harme, den stod mig bi;

6 And I have trodden down the peoples in mine anger, and made them drunk in my fury; and their blood have I brought down to the earth.

jeg søndertrådte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden."

7 I will record the loving-kindnesses of Jehovah, the praises of Jehovah, according to all that Jehovah hath bestowed upon us, and the great goodness toward the house of Israel which he hath bestowed upon them according to his mercies, and according to the multitude of his loving-kindnesses.

Jeg vil synge om HERRENs Nåde, kvæde hans Pris, efter alt, hvad HERREN har gjort os, huld imod Israels Hus, gjort os efter sin Miskundhed, sin Nådes Fylde.

8 And he said, They are indeed my people, children that will not lie; and he became their Saviour.

Han sagde: "De er jo mit Folk, de er Børn, som ej sviger." Og en Frelser blev han for dem

9 In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the Angel of his presence saved them: in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bore them and carried them all the days of old.

i al deres Trængsel; intet Bud, ingen Engel, hans Åsyn frelste dem. I sin Kærlighed og Skånsel genløste han dem, han løfted og bar dem alle Fortidens Dage.

10 But they rebelled and grieved his holy Spirit: and he turned to be their enemy; himself, he fought against them.

Men de stred imod og bedrøved hans hellige Ånd; så blev han deres Fjende, han kæmped imod dem.

11 But he remembered the days of old, Moses [and] his people: Where is he that brought them up out of the sea with the shepherds of his flock? Where is he that put his holy Spirit within him,

Da tænkte hans Folk på gamle Dage, på Moses: "Hvor er han, som drog sit Småkvægs Hyrde op af Vandet? Hvor er han, som lagde sin hellige Ånd i hans Hjerte,

12 his glorious arm leading them by the right hand of Moses, dividing the waters before them, to make himself an everlasting name,

lod vandre sin herlige Arm ved Moses's højre, kløvede Vandet for dem og vandt et evigt Navn,

13 — who led them through the depths, like a horse in the wilderness, [and] they stumbled not?

førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest på Steppen?

14 As cattle go down into the valley, the Spirit of Jehovah gave them rest; so didst thou lead thy people, to make thyself a glorious name.

Som Kvæg, der går ned i dalen, snubled de ikke. Dem ledte HERRENs Ånd. Således ledte du dit Folk for at vinde dig et herligt Navn."

15 Look down from the heavens, and behold from the habitation of thy holiness and of thy glory! Where is thy zeal and thy strength, the sounding of thy bowels and of thy tender mercies? Are they restrained toward me?

Sku ned fra Himlen, se ud fra din hellige, herlige Bolig! Hvor er din Nidkærhed og Vælde, dit svulmende Hjerte, din Medynk? Hold dig ikke tilbage,

16 For thou art our Father, though Abraham be ignorant of us, and Israel acknowledge us not: thou, Jehovah, art our Father; our Redeemer, from everlasting, is thy name.

du, som dog er vor Fader. Thi Abraham ved ej af os, Israel kendes ej ved os, men du er vor Fader, HERRE, "vor Genløser" hed du fra Evighed.

17 Why, O Jehovah, hast thou made us to err from thy ways, hast hardened our heart from thy fear? Return for thy servants' sake, the tribes of thine inheritance.

Hvi leder du os vild fra dine Veje, HERRE, forhærder vort Hjerte mod din Frygt? Vend tilbage for dine Tjeneres, din Arvelods Stammers Skyld!

18 Thy holy people have possessed [it] but a little while: our adversaries have trodden down thy sanctuary.

Hvi har gudløse trådt i din Helligdom, vore Fjender nedtrampet dit Tempel?

19 We have become [like those] over whom thou never barest rule, those not called by thy name.

Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.