< Isaiah 47 >
1 Come downe and sit in the dust: O virgine, daughter Babel, sit on the ground: there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called, Tender and delicate.
Stig ned, sid i Støvet, du Jomfru, Babels Datter, sid uden Trone på Jorden, Kaldæernes Datter! Thi ikke mer skal du kaldes den fine, forvænte!
2 Take the mill stones, and grinde meale: loose thy lockes: make bare the feete: vncouer the legge, and passe through the floods.
Tag fat på Kværnen, mal Mel, læg Sløret bort, løft Slæbet, blot dine Ben og vad over Strømmen!
3 Thy filthinesse shall be discouered, and thy shame shall be seene: I will take vengeance, and I will not meete thee as a man.
Din Blusel skal blottes, din Skam skal ses. Hævn tager jeg uden Skånsel, siger vor Genløser,
4 Our redeemer, the Lord of hostes is his Name, the holy one of Israel.
hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Hellige.
5 Sit still, and get thee into darkenesse, O daughter of the Chaldeas: for thou shalt no more be called, The ladie of kingdomes.
Sid tavs og gå ind i Mørke, Kaldæernes Datter, thi ikke mer skal du kaldes Rigernes Dronning!
6 I was wroth with my people: I haue polluted mine inheritance, and giuen them into thine had: thou diddest shew them no mercy, but thou didest lay thy very heauy yoke vpon the ancient.
Jeg vrededes på mit Folk, vanæred min Arv, gav dem hen i din Hånd; du viste dem ingen Medynk, du lagde dit tunge Åg på Oldingens Nakke.
7 And thou saidest, I shall be a ladie for euer, so that thou diddest not set thy mind to these things, neither diddest thou remember ye latter end therof.
Du sagde: "Jeg bliver evindelig Evigheds Dronning." Du tog dig det ikke til Hjerte, brød dig ikke om Enden.
8 Therefore nowe heare, thou that art giuen to pleasures, and dwellest carelesse, Shee sayeth in her heart, I am and none els: I shall not sit as a widowe, neither shall knowe the losse of children.
Så hør nu, du yppige, du, som sidder i Tryghed, som siger i Hjertet: "Kun jeg, og ellers ingen! Aldrig skal jeg sidde Enke, ej kende til Barnløshed."
9 But these two thinges shall come to thee suddenly on one day, the losse of children and widowhoode: they shall come vpon thee in their perfection, for the multitude of thy diuinations, and for the great abundance of thine inchanters.
Begge Dele skal ramme dig brat samme Dag, Barnløshed og Enkestand ramme dig i fuldeste Mål, dine mange Trylleord, din megen Trolddom til Trods,
10 For thou hast trusted in thy wickednesse: thou hast sayd, None seeth me. Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, they haue caused thee to rebel, and thou hast saide in thine heart, I am, and none els.
skønt du tryg i din Ondskab sagde: "ingen ser mig." Din Visdom og Viden var det, der ledte dig vild, så du sagde i Hjertet: "Kun jeg, og ellers ingen!"
11 Therefore shall euill come vpon thee, and thou shalt not knowe the morning thereof: destruction shall fal vpon thee, which thou shalt not be able to put away: destruction shall come vpon thee suddenly, or thou beware.
Dig rammer et Onde, du ikke kan købe bort, over dig falder et Vanheld, du ikke kan sone, Undergang rammer dig brat, når mindst du aner det.
12 Stand now among thine inchanters, and in the multitude of thy southsaiers (with whome thou hast wearied thy selfe from thy youth) if so be thou maist haue profit, or if so be thou maist haue strength.
Kom med din Trolddom og med dine mange Trylleord, med hvilke du umaged dig fra din Ungdom, om du kan bøde derpå og skræmme det bort.
13 Thou art wearied in the multitude of thy counsels: let now the astrologers, the starre gasers, and prognosticatours stand vp, and saue thee from these things, that shall come vpon thee.
Med Rådgiverhoben sled du dig træt, lad dem møde, lad Himmelgranskerne frelse dig, Stjernekigerne, som Måned for Måned kundgør, hvad dig skal ske!
14 Beholde, they shall be as stubble: the fire shall burne them: they shall not deliuer their owne liues from the power of the flame: there shalbe no coles to warme at, nor light to sit by.
Se, de er blevet som Strå, de, fortæres af Ild, de frelser ikke deres Liv fra Luens Magt. "Ingen Glød til Varme, ej Bål at sidde ved!"
15 Thus shall they serue thee, with whom thou hast wearied thee, euen thy marchants from thy youth: euery one shall wander to his owne quarter: none shall saue thee.
Sligt får du af dem, du umaged dig med, dine Troldmænd fra Ungdommen af; de raver hver til sin Side, dig frelser ingen.