Isaiah 52
1 Wake up, wake up, Zion! Be strong! Put on your best clothes, Jerusalem, the holy city. Heathen foreigners won't ever enter you again.
Vaagn op, vaagn op, ifør dig din Styrke, Zion, tag dit Højtidsskrud paa, Jerusalem, hellige By! Thi uomskaarne, urene Folk skal ej mer komme ind.
2 Shake yourself free from the dust and get up. Sit on your throne, Jerusalem. Throw off the chains around your neck, captive daughter of Zion.
Ryst Støvet af dig, staa op, tag Sæde, Jerusalem, fri dig for Halslænken, Zions fangne Datter!
3 This is what the Lord says: You were sold for nothing, and you will be bought back without money.
Thi saa siger HERREN: For intet solgtes I, og uden Sølv skal I løskøbes.
4 This is what the Lord God says: First of all, my people went to live in Egypt, then Assyria conquered them for no reason.
Thi saa siger den Herre HERREN: I Begyndelsen drog mit Folk ned til Ægypten for at bo der som fremmed, og siden undertrykte Assyrien det uden Vederlag.
5 What do have I to do now? asks the Lord. My people have been taken into captivity for no reason. Those who rule them mock them, and I'm treated with contempt that whole time, says the Lord.
Og nu? Hvad har jeg at gøre her? lyder det fra HERREN; mit Folk er jo ranet for intet. De, der hersker over det, brovter, lyder det fra HERREN, og mit Navn vanæres ustandseligt Dagen lang.
6 So I'm going to make sure my people know me; at that time they will know that I am the one who means what he says. Yes, it's me!
Derfor skal mit Folk kende mit Navn paa hin Dag, at det er mig, som har talet, ja mig.
7 What a wonderful sight in the mountains is the one running to bring good news, announcing peace and good news, announcing salvation, telling Zion, “Your God reigns!”
Hvor liflige er paa Bjergene Glædesbudets Fodtrin, han, som udraaber Fred, bringer gode Tidender, udraaber Frelse, som siger til Zion: »Din Gud har vist, han er Konge.«
8 The city watchmen shout loudly and sing for joy together; they all see the Lord returning to Jerusalem.
Hør, dine Vægtere raaber, de jubler til Hobe, thi de ser for deres Øjne HERREN vende hjem til Zion.
9 Let Jerusalem's ruins all sing for joy for the Lord has come to care for his people; he has set Jerusalem free.
Bryd ud til Hobe i Jubel, Jerusalems Tomter! Thi HERREN trøster sit Folk, genløser Jerusalem.
10 The Lord has demonstrated his holy power to all the nations; the whole world will see our God's salvation.
Han blotter sin hellige Arm for al Folkenes Øjne, den vide Jord skal skue Frelsen fra vor Gud.
11 Leave, leave, get out of there! Don't bring anything pagan; come out and leave it all behind. Those of you who carry the Lord's sacred articles are to purify yourselves.
Bort, bort, drag ud derfra, rør ej noget urent, bort, tvæt jer, I, som bærer HERRENS Kar!
12 But don't leave in a hurry, don't be in a rush as if you're running away, for the Lord will go ahead of you, and he will also protect those at the back.
Thi i Hast skal I ej drage ud, I skal ikke flygte; nej, foran eder gaar HERREN, eders Tog slutter Israels Gud.
13 Look: my servant will act wisely; he will be praised highly, he will be elevated in position, and seen as someone people look up to.
Se, min Tjener faar Fremgang han stiger, løftes og ophøjes saare.
14 But many were horrified by him, so disfigured in appearance, no longer looking like a man, so unlike anyone human.
Som mange blev maalløse over ham, — saa umenneskelig ussel saa han ud, han ligned ej Menneskenes Børn —
15 He will surprise many nations, and kings will keep quiet because of him—for they'll see what they haven't been told, and they'll understand what they hadn't heard.
skal Folk i Mængde undres, Konger blive stumme over ham; thi hvad ikke var sagt dem, ser de, de skuer, hvad de ikke havde hørt.
