Isaiah 64
1 Oh, that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, — that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
Gid du sønderrev Himlen og steg ned, saa Bjergene vakled for dit Aasyn!
2 — as fire kindleth brushwood, as the fire causeth water to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations might tremble at thy presence!
Som Vokset smelter i Ild, saa lad Ild fortære dine Fjender, at dit Navn maa kendes iblandt dem og Folkene bæve for dit Aasyn,
3 When thou didst terrible things [which] we looked not for, thou camest down, and the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
naar du gør Undere, vi ikke vented, — du stiger ned, for dit Aasyn vakler Bjergene —
4 Never have [men] heard, nor perceived by the ear, nor hath eye seen a God beside thee, who acteth for him that waiteth for him.
og som ingen Sinde er hørt. Intet Øre har hørt, intet Øje har set en Gud uden dig, som hjælper den, der haaber paa ham.
5 Thou meetest him that rejoiceth to do righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: (behold, thou wast wroth, and we have sinned: ) in those is perpetuity, and we shall be saved.
Du ser til dem, der øver Retfærd og kommer dine Veje i Hu. Men se, du blev vred, og vi synded, og skyldige blev vi derved.
6 And we are all become as an unclean [thing], and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have carried us away;
Som urene blev vi til Hobe, som en tilsølet Klædning al vor Retfærd. Vi visnede alle som Løvet, vor Brøde bortvejred os som Vinden.
7 and there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee; for thou hast hidden thy face from us, and hast caused us to melt away through our iniquities.
Ingen paakaldte dit Navn, tog sig sammen og holdt sig til dig; thi du skjulte dit Aasyn for os og gav os vor Brøde i Vold.
8 And now, Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
Men du, o HERRE, er dog vor Fader, vi er Leret, og du har dannet os, Værk af din Haand er vi alle.
9 Be not wroth very sore, O Jehovah, neither remember iniquity for ever. Behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
Vredes ej, HERRE, saa saare, kom ej evigt Brøde i Hu, se dog til, vi er alle dit Folk!
10 Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Dine hellige Byer er Ørk, Zion er blevet en Ørk, Jerusalem ligger i Grus;
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt up with fire, and all our precious things are laid waste.
vort hellige, herlige Tempel, hvor Fædrene priste dig, er blevet Luernes Rov, en Grushob er alt, hvad vi elsked.
12 Wilt thou restrain thyself in presence of these things, Jehovah? Wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
Ser du roligt HERRE, paa sligt, kan du tie og bøje os saa dybt?
