Isaiah 54
1 Give praise, O thou barren, that bearest not: sing forth praise, and make a joyful noise, thou that didst not travail with child: for many are the children of the desolate, more than of her that hath a husband, saith the Lord.
Jubl, du golde, der ej fødte, jubl og fryd dig, du uden Veer! Thi den forladtes Børn er flere end Hustruens Børn, siger HERREN.
2 Enlarge the place of thy tent, and stretch out the skins of thy tabernacles, spare not: lengthen thy cords, and strengthen thy stakes.
Vid Rummet ud i dit Telt, spar ikke, men udspænd din Boligs Tæpper. Du må gøre dine Teltreb lange og slå dine Teltpæle fast.
3 For thou shalt pass on to the right hand, and to the left: and thy seed shall inherit the Gentiles, and shall inhabit the desolate cities.
Thi du skal brede dig til højre og, venstre, dit Afkom tage Folk i Eje og bo i de øde Byer.
4 Fear not, for thou shalt not be confounded, nor blush: for thou shalt not be put to shame, because thou shalt forget the shame of thy youth, and shalt remember no more the reproach of thy widowhood.
Frygt ej, du skal ikke beskæmmes, vær ej ræd, du skal ikke skuffes! Thi din Ungdoms Skam skal du glemme, ej mindes din Enkestands Skændsel.
5 For he that made thee shall rule over thee, the Lord of hosts is his name: and thy Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel, shall be called the God of all the earth.
Thi din Ægtemand er din Skaber, hans Navn er Hærskarers HERRE, din Genløser er Israels Hellige, han kaldes al Jordens Gud.
6 For the Lord hath called thee as woman forsaken and mourning in spirit, and as a wife cast off from her youth, said thy God.
Som en Hustru, der sidder forladt med Sorg i Sinde, har HERREN kaldt dig. En Ungdomsviv, kan hun forstødes? siger din Gud.
7 For a, small moment have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I gather thee.
Jeg forlod dig et lidet Øjeblik, men favner dig i stor Barmhjertighed;
8 In a moment of indignation have I hid my face a little while from thee, but with everlasting kindness have I had mercy on thee, said the Lord thy Redeemer.
jeg skjulte i skummende Vrede et Øjeblik mit Åsyn for dig, men forbarmer mig med evig Kærlighed, siger din Genløser, HERREN.
9 This thing is to me as in the days of Noe, to whom I swore, that I would no more bring in the waters of Noe upon the earth: so have I sworn not to be angry with thee, and not to rebuke thee.
Mig er det som Noas Dage: Som jeg svor, at Noas Vande ej mer skulde oversvømme Jorden, så sværger jeg nu at jeg aldrig vil vredes og skænde på dig.
10 For the mountains shall be moved, and the hills shall tremble; but my mercy shall not depart from thee, and the covenant of my peace shall not be moved: said the Lord that hath mercy on thee.
Om også Bjergene viger, om også Højene rokkes, min Kærlighed viger ej fra dig, min Fredspagt rokkes ikke, så siger HERREN, din Forbarmer.
11 O poor little one, tossed with tempest, without all comfort, behold I will lay thy stones in order, and will lay thy foundations with sapphires,
Du arme, forblæste, utrøstede! Se, jeg bygger dig op med Smaragder, lægger din Grund med Safirer,
12 And I will make thy bulwarks of jasper: and thy gates of graven stones, and all thy borders of desirable stones.
af Rubiner sætter jeg Tinderne, og Portene gør jeg af Karfunkler, af Ædelsten hele din Ringmur.
13 All thy children shall be taught of the Lord: and great shall be the peace of thy children.
Alle dine Børn bliver oplært af HERREN, og stor bliver Børnenes Fred;
14 And thou shalt be founded in justice: depart far from oppression, for thou shalt not fear; and from terror, for it shall not come near thee.
i Retfærd skal du grundfæstes. Vær tryg for Vold, du har intet at frygte, for Rædsler, de kommer dig ikke nær!
15 Behold, an inhabitant shall come, who was not with me, he that was a stranger to thee before, shall be joined to thee.
Angribes du, er det uden min Vilje, falde skal hver, som angriber dig;
16 Behold, I have created the smith that bloweth the coals in the fire, and bringeth forth an instrument for his work, and I have created the killer to destroy.
det er mig, der skaber Smeden, som blæser en Kulild op og tilvirker Våben ved sin Kunst, men Ødelæggeren skaber jeg også.
17 No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper: and every tongue that resisteth thee in judgment, thou shalt condemn. This is the inheritance of the servants of the Lord, and their justice with me, saith the Lord.
Intet Våben, der smedes mod dig, skal du, hver Tunge, der trætter med dig, får du dømt. Dette er HERRENs Tjeneres Lod, den Retfærd, jeg giver dem, lyder det fra HERREN.
A Dove is Sent Forth from the Ark
