Isaiah 18
1 Woe to the land, the winged cymbal, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia,
Hør Land med de surrende Vinger hinsides Ætiopiens Strømme,
2 That sendeth ambassadors by the sea, and in vessels of bulrushes upon the waters. Go, ye swift angels, to a nation rent and torn in pieces: to a terrible people, after which there is no other: to a nation expecting and trodden under foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled.
du, som sender Bud over Havet i Både af Siv på Vandspejlet: Gå, I hastige Bud, til det ranke, glinsende Folk, til Folket, som frygtes så vide, Kraftens og Sejrens Folk, hvis Land gennemstrømmes af Floder.
3 All ye inhabitants of the world, who dwell on the earth, when the sign shall be lifted up on the mountains, you shall see, and you shall hear the sound of the trumpet.
Alle I Jorderigs Folk, som bygger på Jord: Rejses Banner på Bjerge, så se, når der stødes i Horn, så hør!
4 For thus saith the Lord to me: I will take my rest, and consider in my place, as the noon light is clear, and as a cloud of dew in the day of harvest.
Thi så sagde HERREN til mig: "Rolig ser jeg til fra mit Sæde som glødende Luft i Solskin, som Dugsky i Høstens Tid."
5 For before the harvest it was all flourishing, and it shall bud without perfect ripeness, and the sprigs thereof shall be cut off with pruning hooks: and what is left shall be cut away and shaken out.
Thi før Høst, når Blomstring er endt, når Blomst sætter modnende Drue, afskærer han Rankerne med Knive, og Skuddene kapper han bort.
6 And they shall be left together to the birds of the mountains, and the beasts of the earth: and the fowls shall be upon them all the summer, and all the beasts of the earth shall winter upon them.
De gives alle til Bjergenes Fugle og Jordens Dyr, om Somren Føde for Fugle, om Vintren for al Jordens Dyr.
7 At that time shall a present be brought to the Lord of hosts, from a people rent and torn in pieces: from a terrible people, after which there hath been no other: from a nation expecting, expecting and trodden under foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled, to the place of the name of the Lord of hosts, to mount Sion.
Til hin Tid skal der bringes Hærskarers HERRE Gave fra et rankt og glinsende Folk, et Folk, som frygtes så vide, Kraftens og Sejrens Folk, hvis Land gennemstrømmes af Floder, til Stedet, hvor Hærskarers HERREs Navn bor, til Zions Bjerg.
