Isaiah 40
1 “Comfort, yes comfort my people!” says your God.
Trøster, trøster mit Folk, siger eders Gud;
2 “Speak lovingly to the people of Jerusalem, telling them that their hard times are over, that their sins have been forgiven, and that the Lord has paid them twice over for their sins.”
taler kærligt til Jerusalem og raaber til den, at dens Strid er fuldendt, at dens Skyld er betalt, at den har faaet dobbelt af Herrens Haand uagtet alle dens Synder.
3 A voice is heard calling, “Prepare the way for the Lord in the wilderness, make a straight highway for our God through the desert.
Der er en Røst af en, som raaber i Ørken: Bereder Herrens Vej, jævner vor Guds banede Vej paa den slette Mark!
4 Fill in all the valleys; level all the mountains and hills; smooth out the uneven ground; make the rough places flat.
Hver Dal skal hæves, og hvert Bjerg og hver Høj skal sænkes; og hvad som er bakket, skal blive jævnt, og det knudrede skal blive som en Slette.
5 The Lord's glory will be revealed, and everyone will see it together. This is what the Lord has declared.”
Og Herrens Herlighed skal aabenbares; og alt Kød til Hobe skal se det; thi Herrens Mund har talt.
6 A voice is heard saying, “Shout it out.” I asked, “What shall I shout?” “All human beings are like grass, and all their trustworthiness is like the flowers of the field.
Der er en Røst af en, som siger: Raab! og der svares: Hvad skal jeg raabe? Alt Kød er Hø, og al dets Ynde er som et Blomster paa Marken.
7 The grass wilts and the flower fades when the Lord's breathes on them. Yes, the people are grass!
Høet bliver tørt, Blomsteret falder af; thi Herrens Aande blæser derpaa, ja visselig er Folket Hø.
8 However, even though the grass wilts and the flower fades, the word of our God will endure forever.”
Høet bliver tørt, Blomsteret falder af, men vor Guds Ord bestaar evindelig.
9 Zion, bringer of good news, go up a high mountain. Jerusalem, bringer of good news, raise your voice and shout out loud. Don't be afraid to shout really loud! Tell the towns of Judah, “Here is your God!”
Du, som bærer Zion et godt Budskab, stig op paa et højt Bjerg! du, som bærer Jerusalem et godt Budskab, opløft din Røst med Magt, opløft den, og frygt ikke; sig til Judas Stæder: Se, eders Gud!
10 Look! The Lord God is coming with power! He will rule with a firm hand. Look! He's bringing his reward with him, coming to give his gift.
Se, den Herre, Herre skal komme med Vælde, og hans Arm hersker for ham; se, hans Løn er med ham, og Gengældelsen fra ham er for hans Ansigt.
11 He looks after his flock like a shepherd. He picks up the lambs in his arms and holds them close to his chest. He leads those that are nursing young.
Som en Hyrde skal han vogte sin Hjord, samle Lammene i sin Arm og bære dem i sit Skød; han skal lede de Faar, som give Die.
12 Who has measured the waters he holds in the palm of his hand? Who has marked off the heavens with the span of his hand? Who has worked out the amount of dust of the earth? Who has weighed the mountains on a scale and the hills with a balance?
Hvo har maalt Vandet med sin hule Haand? og afmaalt Himmelen i Spand? og samlet Jordens Støv i Tredingsmaal? hvo har vejet Bjergene med Vægt og Højene paa Vægtskaale?
13 Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord, or taught him what to do as his counselor?
Hvo har udmaalt Herrens Aand, og hvo har som hans Raadgiver undervist ham?
14 Who did the Lord go to for advice to help him understand? Who taught him right from wrong? Who gave him knowledge and showed him the way of wisdom?
Med hvem har han raadført sig, som har givet ham Forstand og lært ham Rettens Vej og lært ham Kundskab og undervist ham om Visdommens Vej?
15 It's obvious that the nations are just a drop in a bucket. They're like dust on a set of scales. He can pick up islands as if they weigh next to nothing.
Se, Folkefærd ere agtede for ham som en Draabe af en Spand og som et Gran i Vægtskaalen; se, Øer hæver han i Vejret som fint Støv.
16 All the wood in Lebanon for a fire and all its animals as a sacrifice wouldn't be enough a burnt offering.
Og Libanon er ikke nok til Brændsel og Dyr der ikke nok til Brændoffer.
17 To him all the nations are like nothing. He counts them as less than nothing—like they don't exist.
Alle Folkefærd ere som intet for ham; de ere agtede for ham som intet og som Tomhed.
18 Who do you think is like God? What image do you think he looks like?
Ved hvem ville I da ligne Gud? eller under hvilken Lignelse ville I fremstille ham?
19 Is he a metal idol that a craftsman casts in a mold, and then a goldsmith overlays it with gold and makes silver chains for it?
En Mester støber et Billede og en Guldsmed beslaar det med Guld, og en anden Guldsmed støber Sølvkæder.
20 Those who are too poor to pay for that choose wood that won't rot, then they look for a skilled wood-carver to make an idol that won't fall over.
Hvo som er for fattig til saadan en Gave, udvælger Træ, som ikke raadner; han søger sig en dygtig Mester til at berede et Billede, som ikke vakler.
21 Don't you know? Haven't you heard? Hasn't it been explained to you from the very beginning? Haven't you understood from the time the world was created?
Ville I ikke forstaa? ville I ikke høre? er det ikke forkyndt eder fra Begyndelsen? have I ikke forstaaet, af hvem Jordens Grundvold er lagt?
22 God sits on his throne above the horizon of the earth; the people that live there are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain, spreading them out like a tent to live in.
Han er den, som sidder over Jordens Kreds, og de, som bo derpaa, ere som Græshopper; han, der udspænder Himlene som et tyndt Tæppe og udbreder dem som et Telt til at bo udi;
23 He brings leaders down; he makes the rulers of the world like nothing.
han, som gør Fyrsterne til intet og gør Jordens Dommere til tomme Navne.
24 In fact they are hardly even planted, hardly even sown, hardly even taken root, when he blows on them and they wither, and the wind carries them away like straw.
Næppe ere de plantede, næppe ere de saaede, og næppe er deres Stub rodfæstet i Jorden: Saa blæser han paa dem, og de blive tørre, og en Storm tager dem bort som Halm.
25 “Who are you going to compare me with? Who is equal to me?” asks the Holy One.
Hvem ville I da ligne mig ved, som jeg skulde være lig? siger den Hellige.
26 Look at the heavens. Who created all this? He leads the stars like an army, and calls each one by name. Because he has great power and incredible strength, not a single one of them is missing.
Opløfter eders Øjne imod det høje og ser: Hvo skabte disse Ting? han som udfører deres Hær efter Tal; han kalder dem alle ved Navn; formedelst hans vældige Magt og store Kraft fattes ikke een.
27 Why do you speak like this, Jacob, and why do you say, Israel, “The Lord doesn't see what's happening to me, and he's ignoring my rights!”
Hvorfor vil du, Jakob, sige, og du, Israel, tale: Min Vej er skjult for Herren, og min Ret gaar min Gud forbi?
28 Don't you know? Haven't you heard? The Lord is the eternal God, the Creator of the whole earth. He's never weak or tired; you can't find out all he knows.
Ved du ikke, eller har du ikke hørt det? en evig Gud er Herren, han har skabt Jordens Ender, han kan ikke blive træt, ej heller vansmægte; hans Forstand er uransagelig.
29 He gives strength to the weary and power the powerless.
Han giver den trætte Kraft og formerer Styrke hos den, som ingen Kræfter har.
30 Even young people grow weak and tired—they fall down when they're exhausted.
De unge skulle blive trætte og vansmægte, og Ungersvende skulle falde brat.
31 But those who trust in the Lord will have their strength renewed. They will fly high with wings like eagles. They will run and not be tired. They will walk and not be worn out.
Men de, som forvente Herren, skulle forny deres Kraft, de skulle opfare med Vinger som Ørnene, de skulle løbe og ikke vansmægte, gaa frem og ikke blive trætte.
