Jeremiah 20
1 Pashhur, son of Immer, was a priest and the official in charge of the Lord's Temple. When he heard Jeremiah prophesying these things,
Da Præsten Pasjhur, Immers Søn, der var Overopsynsmand i HERRENS Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere saaledes,
2 he beat Jeremiah the prophet and had him put in the stocks at the Upper Benjamin Gate, near to the Lord's Temple.
slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENS Hus.
3 The following day, when Pashhur had Jeremiah released from the stocks, Jeremiah told him, “The Lord doesn't call you Pashhur (tear in pieces), but Magor-missabib (terror is everywhere).
Men da Pasjhur Dagen efter slap Jeremias ud af Blokken, sagde Jeremias til ham: HERREN kalder dig ikke Pasjhur, men: Trindt-om-er-Rædsel.
4 For this is what the Lord says: I'm going to make you terrified—you and all those you love. Enemies will kill them as you watch. I will hand Judah over to the king of Babylon. He will kill some, and the rest he will take away into exile in Babylon.
Thi saa siger HERREN: Se, jeg gør dig til Rædsel for dig selv og for alle dine Venner; de skal falde for deres Fjenders Sværd, og dine Øjne skal se det. Og hele Juda giver jeg i Babels Konges Haand; han skal føre dem til Babel og hugge dem ned med Sværdet.
5 I'm going to give it all away. All the wealth of this city, all the results of hard work, all the valuables, all the crown jewels of Judah's kings—I'm going to hand it over to their enemies, who will take it as plunder and carry it off to Babylon.
Og jeg giver alt denne Bys Gods og al dens Velstand og alle dens kostelige Ting og alle Judas Kongers Skatte i deres Fjenders Haand; de skal rane dem og tage dem og føre dem til Babel.
6 You, Pashhur, and everyone who lives with you, will go into captivity. You will go to Babylon. You will die there and be buried—you and all those you love, those to whom you prophesied lies.”
Og du Pasjhur og alle, der bor i dit Hus, skal gaa i Fangenskab. Du skal komme til Babel; der skal du dø, og der skal du jordes sammen med alle dine Venner, for hvem du har profeteret Løgn.
7 You fooled me, Lord, and I let myself be fooled! You're stronger than me—you've won! I've become a joke people laugh at all day long. Everyone is mocking me.
Du overtalte mig, HERRE, og jeg lod mig overtale, du tvang mig med Magt. Dagen lang er jeg til Latter, mig haaner enhver.
8 This is because every time I open my mouth I have to shout out warnings of violence and destruction. The Lord's message has become the reason people criticize and ridicule me the whole time.
Thi saa tit jeg taler, maa jeg skrige, raabe: »Vold og Overfald!« Thi HERRENS Ord er mig Dagen lang til Skændsel og Spot.
9 If I tell myself, “I won't talk about him anymore, I won't even mention his name,” then his message is like a fire trapped within me, burning me from the inside out. I'm getting tired of holding it in. I just can't win.
Men tænkte jeg: »Ej vil jeg mindes ham, ej tale mer i hans Navn, « da blev det som brændende Ild i mit indre, som Brand i mine Ben; jeg er træt, jeg kan ikke mere, jeg evner det ej;
10 I've heard many people gossiping: “He's the one who says, ‘terror is everywhere!’ He has to be reported! Report what he's doing!” All my good friends are waiting for me to slip up. “Maybe he'll make a mistake so we can defeat him and get our revenge on him,” they say.
thi jeg hører mange hviske, trindt om er Rædsel: »Angiv ham!« og: »Vi vil angive ham!« Alle mine Venner lurer paa et Fejltrin af mig: »Maaske gaar han i Fælden, saa vi faar ham i vor Magt, og da kan vi hævne os paa ham!«
11 But the Lord stands beside me like a powerful warrior. So those who are attacking me will fall. They won't win! Because they're not successful they will be totally disgraced. Their shame won't ever be forgotten.
Men HERREN er med mig som en vældig Helt; derfor skal de, som forfølger mig, snuble i Afmagt, højlig beskæmmes, thi Heldet svigter dem, faa Skændsel, der aldrig glemmes.
12 Lord Almighty, you know without question who is living right. You examine people's thoughts and feelings. So let me see your punishment fall on them, because I've trusted you to judge my case.
Du Hærskarers HERRE, som prøver den retfærdige, gennemskuer Nyrer og Hjerte, lad mig skue din Hævn paa dem, thi paa dig har jeg væltet min Sag.
13 Sing to the Lord! Praise the Lord! For he saves the poor from the power of the wicked.
Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Haand.
14 May the day I was born be cursed! May the day my mother gave birth to me never be blessed!
Forbandet være den Dag, paa hvilken jeg fødtes; den Dag, min Moder fødte mig, skal ikke velsignes.
15 May the man be cursed who brought my father the news that made him really happy, saying, “You have a son.”
Forbandet den Mand, som bragte min Fader det Bud: »Et Barn, en Dreng er født dig!« og glæded ham saare.
16 May that man be like the towns that the Lord destroyed without mercy. May he hear shouts of alarm in the morning and war-cries at noon,
Det gaa den Mand som Byerne, HERREN omstyrted uden Medynk; han høre Skrig ved Gry, Kampraab ved Middagstide.
17 because he should have killed me in the womb so that my mother would have been my grave, remaining pregnant forever.
At han ej lod mig dø i Moders Liv, saa min Moder var blevet min Grav og hendes Moderliv evigt svangert!
18 Why was I born only to see trouble and sadness, and to end my life in shame?
Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, naar jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!
