Isaiah 44
1 But now listen, Jacob, my servant, Israel, the one I've chosen.
Men hør nu, Jakob, min Tjener, Israel, hvem jeg har udvalgt:
2 This is what the Lord says, the one who made you, who formed you in the womb, and who will help you: Don't be afraid, Jacob, my servant, Jeshurun, the one I've chosen.
Så siger HERREN, som skabte dig og fra Moders Liv danned dig, din Hjælper: Frygt ikke, min Tjener Jakob, Jesjurun, hvem jeg har udvalgt!
3 For I'm going to pour out water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground. I'm going to pour out my Spirit on your descendants, and my blessing on your children.
Thi jeg udgyder Vand på det tørstende, Strømme på det tørre Land, udgyder min Ånd på din Æt, min Velsignelse over dit Afkom;
4 They will grow up among the grass, like willows beside streams.
de skal spire som Græs mellem Vande, som Pile ved Bækkenes Løb.
5 One of them will say, “I belong to the Lord,” while another will call himself by the name Jacob, and yet another will write on his hand, “Belonging to the Lord,” and will name himself Israel.
En skal sige: "Jeg er HERRENs", en kalde sig med Jakobs Navn, en skrive i sin Hånd: "For HERREN!" og tage sig Israels Navn.
6 This is what the Lord says, the King and Redeemer of Israel, the Lord Almighty: I am the first and I am the last, and there is no God besides me.
Så siger HERREN, Israels Konge, dets Genløser, Hærskarers HERRE: Jeg er den første og den sidste, uden mig er der ingen Gud.
7 Who is like me? Let them announce it, make a declaration, and demonstrate it before me. For I was the one who long ago established a people and predicted its future. Let them predict what's going to happen.
Hvo der er min Lige, træde frem, forkynde og godtgøre for mig: Hvo kundgjorde fra Urtid det kommende? De forkynde os, hvad der skal ske!
8 Don't tremble, don't be afraid! Didn't I tell you long ago what I was going to do? Didn't I explain it? You are my witnesses. Is there any God besides me? There is no other Rock—I don't know any!
Ræddes og ængstes ikke! Har ej længst jeg kundgjort og sagt det? I er mine Vidner: Er der Gud uden mig, er der vel anden Klippe? Jeg ved ikke nogen.
9 All those who make idols are stupid; these things they love so much don't bring them any benefit. Those people who believe in idols can't see this, and they don't know anything, making them look foolish.
De, der laver Gudebilleder, er alle intet, og deres kære Guder gavner intet; deres Vidner ser intet og kender intet, at de må blive til Skamme.
10 Who makes a god, who molds an idol that's no use to them?
Når nogen laver en Gud og støber et Billede, er det ingen Gavn til;
11 Everyone who makes idols should be ashamed of themselves. Idol-makers are just human beings! Bring them all together and have them stand up, trembling in shame.
se, alle dets Tilbedere bliver til Skamme; Mestrene er jo kun Mennesker lad dem samles til Hobe og træde frem, de skal alle som een forfærdes og blive til Skamme.
12 The blacksmith makes an iron tool for woodcarving. Working over hot coals, he hammers it into shape as hard as he can. He gets hungry and loses his strength, and because he doesn't drink he grows weak.
En smeder Jern til en Økse og arbejder ved Kulild, tildanner den med Hamre og gør den færdig med sin stærke Arm; får han ikke Mad, afkræftes han, og får han ikke Vand at drikke, bliver han træt.
13 The woodworker measures out a piece of wood, and draws an image on it. He carves it with a chisel and uses a compass to make an outline. He creates an idol that looks like a person, someone beautiful, to be put in a shrine.
Så fælder ban Træer, udspænder Målesnoren, tegner Billedet med Gravstikken, skærer det ud med Kniven og sætter det af med Cirkelen; han laver det efter en Mands Skikkelse, efter menneskelig Skønhed, til at stå i et Hus.
14 He chops down cedars, or takes a cypress or an oak. He lets them grow strong in the forest. He plants a fir tree, and the rain makes it grow.
Han fældede sig Cedre, tog Elm og Eg og arbejdede af al sin Kraft på Skovens Træer, som Gud havde plantet og Regnen givet Vækst.
15 Some wood he burns, to keep him warm and to bake his bread. Then he uses some of the same wood to make a god to worship, an idol he bows down to!
Det tjener et Menneske til Brændsel, han tager det og varmer sig derved; han sætter Ild i det og bager Brød - og desuden laver han en Gud deraf og tilbeder den, han gør et Gudebillede deraf og knæler for det.
16 So he burns part of the wood to roast his meat to eat, and to warm him up, and says, “Ah! Look at that fire that keeps me warm!”
Halvdelen brænder han i Ilden, og over Gløderne steger han Kød; han spiser Stegen og mættes; og han varmer sig derved og siger: "Ah, jeg bliver varm, jeg mærker Ilden" -
17 Then he uses the rest of the wood to make himself a god, an idol he bows down to in worship and prays to, saying, “Save me, for you are my god!”
og af Resten laver han en Gud, et Billede; han knæler for det, kaster sig ned og beder til det og siger: "Frels mig, thi du er min Gud!"
18 How ignorant they are, how dumb! Their eyes have been plastered over so they can't see, their minds closed so they don't have insight.
De skønner ikke, de fatter ikke, thi deres Øjne er lukket, så de ikke ser, og deres Hjerter, så de ikke skønner.
19 They can't think things over, they don't have the wisdom or the understanding to say, “Some of the wood I burned in the fire—I used it to bake my bread and roast my meat to eat. The rest of it I used to make a disgusting idol, and I bow down in worship to a block of wood.”
De tænker ikke over det, de har ikke Indsigt og Forstand til at sige sig selv: "Halvdelen brændte jeg i Bålet, over Gløderne bagte jeg Brød, stegte Kød og spiste; skulde jeg da af Resten gøre en Vederstyggelighed? Skulde jeg knæle for en Træklods?"
20 He is feeding on ashes, seduced by the deceptive thinking of his mind. He can't save himself, and he doesn't even ask, “Isn't this idol I'm holding just a lie?”
Den, som tillægger Aske Værd, ham har et vildfarende Hjerte dåret; han redder ikke sin Sjæl, så han siger: "Er det ikke en Løgn, jeg har i min højre Hånd?"
21 “Remember all this, Jacob and Israel, for you are my servant. I made you, Israel, you are my servant. I won't forget you.
Jakob, kom dette i Hu, Israel, thi du er min Tjener! Jeg skabte dig, du er min Tjener, ej skal du glemmes, Israel;
22 I have wiped away your acts of rebellion as if they were like a cloud, your sins as if they were like the mist. Come back to me, for I have set you free.”
jeg sletted som Tåge din Misgerning og som en Sky dine Synder. Vend om til mig, thi jeg genløser dig!
23 Sing in celebration, you heavens, for the Lord has done this; cry out loud, you depths of the earth. Shout with joy, you mountains, you forests and every tree. For the Lord has set Jacob free, and his glory is shown in Israel!
Jubler, I Himle, thi HERREN greb ind, fryd jer, I Jordens Dybder, bryd ud i Jubel, I Bjerge, Skoven og alle dens Træer, thi HERREN genløser Jakob og herliggør sig ved Israel.
24 This is what the Lord says, your Redeemer, who shaped you in the womb: “I am the Lord, the Creator of everything. I alone made the heavens, and I myself formed the earth.
Så siger HERREN, din Genløser, som danned dig fra Moders Liv: Jeg er HERREN, som skabte alt, som ene udspændte Himlen, udbredte Jorden, hvo hjalp mig?
25 I am the one who proves the signs of false prophets are wrong. I am the one who makes fools of fortune-tellers. I turn the wisdom of the wise upside-down, and make their knowledge ridiculous.
som tilintetgør Løgnernes Tegn og gør Spåmænd til Dårer, som tvinger de vise tilbage, beskæmmer deres Lærdom,
26 But I confirm the messages given by my servants, and fulfill what my messengers say. They state, ‘Jerusalem will be inhabited again, the towns of Judah will be rebuilt, your ruins will be repaired.’
stadfæster sine Tjeneres Ord, fuldbyrder sine Sendebuds Råd, Jeg siger om Jerusalem: "Det skal bebos!" om Judas Byer: "de skal bygges!" Ruinerne rejser jeg atter!
27 When I order deep waters, ‘Dry up!’ I will make sure the rivers dry up!
Jeg siger til Dybet: "Bliv tørt, dine Floder gør jeg tørre!"
28 When I say to Cyrus, ‘You are my shepherd,’ he will carry out everything I wish. He will give the order, ‘Jerusalem shall be rebuilt,’ and he will say, ‘the Temple shall be restored.’”
Jeg siger om Kyros: "Min Hyrde, som fuldbyrder al min Vilje!" Jeg siger om Jerusalem: "Det skal bygges!" om Templet: "Det skal grundes "
