Isaiah 40

1 Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, will your God say.

Trøst, ja trøst mit Folk, saa siger eders Gud,

2 Speake comfortably to Ierusalem, and crye vnto her, that her warrefare is accomplished, that her iniquitie is pardoned: for she hath receiued of the Lords hand double for all her sinnes.

tal Jerusalem kærligt til og raab kun til det, at nu er dets Strid til Ende, dets Skyld betalt, tvefold Straf har det faaet af HERRENS Haand for alle sine Synder.

3 A voyce cryeth in the wildernesse, Prepare ye the way of the Lord: make streight in the desert a path for our God.

I Ørkenen raaber en Røst: »Ban HERRENS Vej, jævn i det øde Land en Højvej for vor Gud!

4 Euery valley shall be exalted, and euery mountaine and hill shall be made lowe: and the crooked shalbe streight, and the rough places plaine.

Hver Dal skal højnes, hvert Bjerg, hver Høj skal sænkes, bakket Land blive fladt og Fjeldvæg til Slette.

5 And the glory of the Lord shalbe reueiled, and all flesh shall see it together: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.

Aabenbares skal HERRENS Herlighed, alt Kød til Hobe skal se den. Thi HERRENS Mund har talet.«

6 A voyce saide, Crie. And he saide, What shall I crie? All flesh is grasse, and all the grace thereof is as the floure of the fielde.

Der lyder en Røst, som siger: »Raab!« Jeg svarer: »Hvad skal jeg raabe?« »Alt Kød til Hobe er Græs, al dets Ynde som Markens Blomst;

7 The grasse withereth, the floure fadeth, because the Spirite of the Lord bloweth vpon it: surely the people is grasse.

Græsset tørres, Blomsten visner, naar HERRENS Aande blæser derpaa; visselig, Folket er Græs,

8 The grasse withereth, the floure fadeth: but the worde of our God shall stand for euer.

Græsset tørres, Blomsten visner, men vor Guds Ord bliver evindelig.«

9 O Zion, that bringest good tidings, get thee vp into the hie mountaine: O Ierusalem, that bringest good tidings, lift vp thy voyce with strength: lift it vp, be not afraide: say vnto the cities of Iudah, Beholde your God.

Stig op paa højen Bjerg, du Zions Glædesbud, løft din Røst med Kraft, du Jerusalems Glædesbud, løft den uden Frygt og sig til Judas Byer: »Se eders Gud!«

10 Beholde, the Lord God will come with power, and his arme shall rule for him: beholde, his rewarde is with him, and his worke before him,

Se, den Herre HERREN kommer med Vælde, han hersker med sin Arm. Se, hans Løn er med ham, hans Vinding foran ham,

11 He shall feede his flocke like a shepheard: he shall gather the lambes with his arme, and cary them in his bosome, and shall guide them with young.

han vogter sin Hjord som en Hyrde, samler den med Armen, bærer Lammene i Favn og leder de diende Faar.

12 Who hath measured the waters in his fist? and counted heauen with the spanne, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure? and weighed ye mountaines in a weight, and the hilles in a balance?

Hvo maaler Vandet i sin Haand, afmærker med Fingerspand Himlen, maaler Jordens Støv i Skæppe og vejer Bjerge med Bismer eller i Vægtskaal Høje?

13 Who hath instructed ye Spirit of the Lord? or was his counseler or taught him?

Hvo leder HERRENS Aand, raader og lærer ham noget?

14 Of whom tooke he counsell, and who instructed him and taught him in the way of iudgement? or taught him knowledge, and shewed vnto him the way of vnderstanding?

Hos hvem faar han Raad og Indsigt, hvem lærer ham Rettens Vej, hvem kan give ham Kundskab, hvem kundgør ham indsigts Vej?

15 Beholde, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the dust of the balance: beholde, he taketh away the yles as a litle dust.

Se, som Draabe paa Spand er Folkene, at regne som Fnug paa Vægt, som et Gran vejer fjerne Strande.

16 And Lebanon is not sufficient for fire, nor the beastes thereof sufficient for a burnt offering.

Libanon giver ej Brændsel, dets Dyr ej Brændoffer nok.

17 All nations before him are as nothing, and they are counted to him, lesse then nothing, and vanitie.

Alle Folk er som intet for ham, for Luft og Tomhed at regne.

18 To whom then wil ye liken God? or what similitude will ye set vp vnto him?

Med hvem vil I ligne Gud, hvad stiller I op som hans Lige?

19 The workeman melteth an image, or the goldsmith beateth it out in golde, or the goldesmith maketh siluer plates.

Et Billede — det støber en Mester, en Guldsmed lægger Guld derpaa, og Sølvkæder støber en anden.

20 Doeth not the poore chuse out a tree that will not rot, for an oblation? he seeketh also vnto him a cunning workeman, to prepare an image, that shall not be moued.

Den, som vil rejse en Afgud, vælger sig Træ, som ej raadner; han søger sig en kyndig Mester til at rejse et Billede, som staar.

21 Know ye nothing? haue ye not heard it? hath it not bene tolde you from the beginning? haue ye not vnderstand it by the foundation of the earth?

Ved I, hører I det ikke, er det ikke forkyndt jer for længst? Har I da ikke skønnet det, fra Jordens Grundvold blev lagt?

22 He sitteth vpon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grashoppers, hee stretcheth out ye heauens, as a curtaine, and spreadeth them out, as a tent to dwell in.

Han troner over Jordens Kreds, som Græshopper er dens Beboere; han udbreder Himlen som en Dug og spænder den ud som et Teltbo.

23 He bringeth the princes to nothing, and maketh the iudges of the earth, as vanitie,

Fyrster gør han til intet, Jordens Dommere til Luft.

24 As though they were not plated, as though they were not sowen, as though their stocke tooke no roote in the earth: for he did euen blow vpon them, and they withered, and the whirlewinde will take them away as stubble.

Knap er de plantet, knap er de saaet, knap har Stiklingen Rod i Jorden, saa aander han paa dem, de visner; som Straa fejer Storm dem bort.

25 To whom nowe will ye liken me, that I should be like him, saith the Holy one?

Hvem vil I ligne mig med som min Ligemand? siger den Hellige.

26 Lift vp your eyes on hie, and beholde who hath created these things, and bringeth out their armies by nomber, and calleth them all by names? by the greatnesse of his power and mightie strength nothing faileth.

Løft eders Blik til Himlen og se: Hvo skabte disse? Han mønstrer deres Hær efter Tal, kalder hver enkelt ved Navn; saa stor er hans Kraft og Vælde, at ikke en eneste mangler.

27 Why sayest thou, O Iaakob, and speakest O Israel, My way is hid from the Lord, and my iudgement is passed ouer of my God?

Hvorfor siger du, Jakob, hvi taler du, Israel, saa: »Min Vej er skjult for HERREN, min Ret gled min Gud af Hænde.«

28 Knowest thou not? or hast thou not heard, that the euerlasting God, the Lord hath created the endes of the earth? he neither fainteth, nor is wearie: there is no searching of his vnderstanding.

Ved du, hørte du ikke, at HERREN er en evig Gud, den vide Jord har han skabt? Han trættes og mattes ikke, hans Indsigt udgrundes ikke;

29 But he giueth strength vnto him that fainteth, and vnto him that hath no strength, he encreaseth power.

han giver den trætte Kraft, den svage Fylde af Styrke.

30 Euen the yong men shall faint, and be wearie, and the yong men shall stumble and fall.

Ynglinge trættes og mattes, Ungersvende snubler brat,

31 But they that waite vpon the Lord, shall renue their strength: they shall lift vp the wings as the eagles: they shall runne, and not be wearie, and they shall walke and not faint.

ny Kraft faar de, der bier paa HERREN, de faar nye Svingfjer som Ørnen; de løber uden at mattes, vandrer uden at trættes.