Isaiah 1
1 This is the vision that Isaiah, son of Amoz, saw about Judah and Jerusalem in the reigns of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
Det Syn, Esajas, Amoz's Søn, skuede om Juda og Jerusalem, i de Dage da Uzzija, Jotam, Akaz og Ezekias var Konger i Juda.
2 Heavens, listen! Earth, pay attention! For the Lord has spoken! I brought up children, I cared for them, but they have rebelled against me.
Hør, I Himle, lyt, du Jord, thi HERREN taler: Børn har jeg opfødt og fostret, men de forbrød sig imod mig.
3 An ox knows its owner, and a donkey knows its feeding trough; but my people don't know me, they don't understand me.
En Okse kender sin Ejer, et Æsel sin Herres Krybbe; men Israel kender intet, mit Folk kan intet fatte.
4 What a sinful nation—a people carrying such a load of guilt, an evil generation, corrupt children! They have abandoned the Lord. They have despised Israel's Holy One. They have become strangers. They have gone backwards.
Ve det syndefulde Folk, en brødetynget Slægt, Ugerningsmænds Æt, vanartede Børn! De svigtede HERREN, lod haant om Israels Hellige, vendte ham Ryg.
5 Are you wanting to be punished? Are you going to continue to rebel? The whole of your head is damaged, and your heart is totally giving out.
Kan I taale flere Hug, siden I stadig falder fra? Kun Saar er Hovedet, sygt hele Hjertet;
6 You're injured from head to toe, bruised and sore, with open wounds that haven't been cleaned or bandaged or treated with olive oil.
fra Fodsaal til Isse er intet helt, kun Flænger, Strimer og friske Saar; de er ej trykket ud, ej heller forbundet og ikke lindret med Olie.
7 Your country has been devastated, your towns burned down, your fields stripped bare by foreigners right in front of you, as they turn it all into a wasteland.
Eders Land er øde, eders Byer brændt, fremmede æder eders Jord for eders Øjne — saa øde som ved Sodomas Undergang.
8 The daughter of Zion is left like a shack in a vineyard, like a hut in a cucumber field, like a city under attack.
Zions Datter er levnet som en Hytte i en Vingaard, et Vagtskur i en Græskarmark, en omringet By.
9 If the Lord Almighty hadn't let a few of us survive, we would have become like Sodom and Gomorrah.
Havde ikke Hærskarers HERRE levnet os en Rest, da var vi som Sodoma, ligned Gomorra.
10 Listen to what the Lord has to say, you rulers of Sodom! Pay attention to the instructions of our God, you people of Gomorrah!
Laan Øre til HERRENS Ord, I Sodomadommere, lyt til vor Guds Aabenbaring, du Gomorrafolk!
11 What use are all your many sacrifices to me? asks the Lord. I am sick and tired of your burnt offerings of rams and the fat of sacrificial animals. I don't delight in the blood of bulls and lambs and goats!
Hvad skal jeg med alle eders Slagtofre? siger HERREN; jeg er mæt af Væderbrændofre, af Fedekalves Fedt, har ej Lyst til Blod af Okser og Lam og Bukke.
12 When you come to appear before me in worship, who asked you to proudly tramp around my courts?
Naar I kommer at stedes for mit Aasyn, hvo kræver da af jer, at min Forgaard trampes ned?
13 Don't bring me any more meaningless offerings; your incense is offensive to me. Your new moon festivals and Sabbath observations and your calling of special religious meetings—I can't stand them because they're evil, as are your solemn assemblies.
Bring ej flere tomme Afgrødeofre, vederstyggelig Offerrøg er de mig! Nymaanefest, Sabbat og festligt Stævne — jeg afskyr Uret og festlig Samling.
14 I detest your new moon and yearly festivals with my whole being! They've become just a burden to me—I can't bear them anymore!
Eders Nymaanefester og Højtider hader min Sjæl, de er mig en Byrde, jeg er træt af at bære.
15 When you hold up your hands to me in prayer, I'll look away. Even though you pray many prayers, I won't pay attention to them, because your hands are full of blood.
Breder I Hænderne ud, skjuler jeg Øjnene for jer. Hvor meget I saa end beder, jeg hører det ikke. Eders Hænder er fulde af Blod;
16 Wash yourselves and clean yourselves up. Get rid of your sins—I don't want to see them! Stop doing evil!
tvæt jer, rens jer, bort med de onde Gerninger fra mine Øjne! Hør op med det onde,
17 Learn to do good; strive for justice, condemn those who oppress others; support the rights of orphans, take up cases to defend widows.
lær det gode, læg Vind paa, hvad Ret er; hjælp fortrykte, skaf faderløse Ret, før Enkens Sag!
18 Come on, let's argue this out, says the Lord. Even though your sins are like scarlet, they will become white like snow. Even though they are red like crimson, they will become like wool.
Kom, lad os gaa i Rette med hinanden, siger HERREN. Er eders Synder som Skarlagen, de skal blive hvide som Sne; er de end røde som Purpur, de skal dog blive som Uld.
19 If you really want this, and if you do as you're told, then you yourselves will eat the best things that the land produces.
Lyder I villigt, skal I æde Landets Goder;
20 But if you are defiant, and if you are rebellious, you'll be killed by the sword. This is what the Lord has declared!
staar I genstridigt imod, skal I ædes af Sværd. Thi HERRENS Mund har talet.
21 The city that used to be faithful has turned into a prostitute! Once she operated on principles of justice and followed what was right, but now only murderers live there.
At den skulde ende som Skøge, den trofaste By, Zion, saa fuld af Ret, Retfærdigheds Hjem — men nu er der Mordere.
22 Your silver has become worthless waste; you wine has been watered down.
Dit Sølv er blevet til Slagger, din Vin er spædet med Vand.
23 Your leaders are rebels, friends of thieves. They all love bribes and want to get kickbacks. They don't defend the rights of orphans, and refuse to take cases to help widows.
Tøjlesløse er dine Førere, Venner med Tyve; Gaver elsker de alle, jager efter Stikpenge, skaffer ej faderløse Ret og tager sig ikke af Enkens Sag.
24 So this is what the Lord says, the Lord Almighty, the Mighty One of Israel: Ha! I will take satisfaction in punishing my enemies, by paying back those who hate me!
Derfor lyder det fra Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Vældige: »Min Gengælds Ve over Avindsmænd, min Hævn over Fjender!
25 I will turn against you. I will refine you in a furnace, removing all impurities.
Jeg vender min Haand imod dig, renser ud dine Slagger i Ovnen og udskiller alt dit Bly.
26 I will give you good leaders as you used to have before, wise counselors as you had in the beginning. After that you will once again be called the City of Integrity, the Faithful City.
Jeg giver dig Dommere som fordum, Raadsherrer som før; saa kaldes du Retfærdigheds By, den trofaste Stad.«
27 Zion will be rescued by justice, those who repent by doing right.
Zion genløses ved Ret, de omvendte der ved Retfærd.
28 But rebels and sinners will be destroyed together, and those who abandon the Lord will die.
Men Overtrædere og Syndere knuses til Hobe; hvo HERREN svigter, forgaar.
29 You will be ashamed about how you enjoyed your pagan worship among the oak trees; you will be embarrassed because you chose the pleasure gardens of idols.
Thi Skam vil I faa af de Ege, I elsker, Skuffelse af Lundene, I sætter saa højt;
30 As a result you will become like an oak whose leaves have withered, a dried-out garden that has no water.
thi I bliver som en Eg med visnende Løv, som en Lund, hvor der ikke er Vand.
31 Your strong people will become like tinder, and their work will become like a spark. They will burn together, and nobody will be able to put out the flames.
Den stærke bliver til Blaar, hans Værk til en Gnist; begge brænder med hinanden, og ingen slukker.
