Isaiah 5
1 Now will I sing to my beloued a song of my beloued to his vineyarde, My beloued had a vineyarde in a very fruitefull hill,
Jeg vil synge en Sang om min Ven, en Kærlighedssang om hans Vingaard: Min Ven, han havde en Vingaard paa en frugtbar Høj.
2 And hee hedged it, and gathered out the stones of it, and he planted it with the best plants, and hee builte a towre in the middes thereof, and made a wine presse therein: then hee looked that it should bring foorth grapes: but it brought foorth wilde grapes.
Han grov den, rensed den for Sten og plantede ædle Ranker; han bygged et Vagttaarn deri og huggede ogsaa en Perse. Men den bar vilde Druer, skønt han ventede Høst af ædle.
3 Now therefore, O inhabitants of Ierusalem and men of Iudah, iudge, I pray you, betweene me, and my vineyarde.
Og nu, Jerusalems Borgere, Judas Mænd, skift Ret mellem mig og min Vingaard!
4 What coulde I haue done any more to my vineyard that I haue not done vnto it? why haue I looked that it should bring foorth grapes, and it bringeth foorth wilde grapes?
Hvad mer var at gøre ved Vingaarden, hvad lod jeg ugjort? Hvi bar den vilde Druer, skønt jeg ventede Høst af ædle?
5 And nowe I will tell you what I will do to my vineyarde: I will take away the hedge thereof, and it shall be eaten vp: I will breake the wall thereof, and it shall be troden downe:
Saa vil jeg da lade jer vide, hvad jeg vil gøre ved min Vingaard: Nedrive dens Hegn, saa den ædes op, nedbryde dens Mur, saa den trampes ned!
6 And I will laye it waste: it shall not be cut, nor digged, but briers, and thornes shall growe vp: I will also commande the cloudes that they raine no raine vpon it.
Jeg lægger den øde; den skal ikke beskæres og ikke graves, men gro sammen i Torn og Tidsel; og Skyerne giver jeg Paabud om ikke at sende den Regn.
7 Surely the vineyard of the Lord of hostes is the house of Israel, and the men of Iudah are his pleasant plant, and hee looked for iudgement, but beholde oppression: for righteousnesse, but beholde a crying.
Thi Hærskarers HERRES Vingaard er Israels Hus, og Judas Mænd er hans Yndlingsplantning. Han vented paa Retfærd — se, der kom Letfærd, han vented paa Lov — se, Skrig over Rov!
8 Woe vnto them that ioyne house to house, and laye fielde to fielde, till there bee no place, that ye may be placed by your selues in the mids of the earth.
Ve dem, der føjer Hus til Hus, dem, der lægger Mark til Mark, saa der ikke er Plads tilbage, men kun I har Landet i Eje.
9 This is in mine cares, saith the Lord of hostes. Surely many houses shall be desolate, euen great, and faire without inhabitant.
Det lyder i mine Ører fra Hærskarers HERRE: »For vist skal de mange Huse blive øde, de store og smukke skal ingen bebo;
10 For ten acres of vines shall yelde one bath, and the seede of an homer shall yelde an ephah.
thi paa ti Tønder Vinland skal høstes en Bat, af en Homers Udsæd skal høstes en Efa.«
11 Wo vnto them, that rise vp early to follow drunkennes, and to them that continue vntill night, till the wine doe inflame them.
Ve dem, der aarle jager efter Drik og ud paa Natten blusser af Vin!
12 And the harpe and viole, timbrel, and pipe, and wine are in their feastes: but they regard not the worke of the Lord, neither consider the worke of his handes.
Med Citre og Harper holder de Gilde, med Haandpauker, Fløjter og Vin, men ser ikke HERRENS Gerning, har ej Syn for hans Hænders Værk.
13 Therefore my people is gone into captiuitie, because they had no knowledge, and the glorie thereof are men famished, and the multitude thereof is dried vp with thirst.
Derfor skal mit Folk føres bort, før det ved det, dets Adel blive Hungerens Bytte, dets Hob vansmægte af Tørst.
14 Therefore hell hath inlarged it selfe, and hath opened his mouth, without measure, and their glorie, and their multitude, and their pompe, and hee that reioyceth among them, shall descend into it. (Sheol h7585)
Derfor vokser Dødsrigets Gridskhed, det spiler sit Gab uden Grænse; dets Stormænd styrter derned, dets larmende, lystige Slæng. (Sheol h7585)
15 And man shalbe brought downe, and man shalbe humbled, euen the eyes of the proude shalbe humbled.
Mennesket bøjes, og Manden ydmyges, de stolte slaar Øjnene ned;
16 And the Lord of hostes shalbe exalted in iudgement, and the holy God shalbe sanctified in iustice.
men Hærskarers HERRE ophøjes ved Dommen, den hellige Gud bliver helliget ved Retfærd.
17 Then shall the lambes feede after their maner, and the strangers shall eate the desolate places of the fat.
Og der gaar Faar paa Græs, Geder afgnaver omkomnes Tomter.
18 Woe vnto them, that draw iniquitie with cordes of vanitie, and sinne, as with cart ropes:
Ve dem, der trækker Straffen hid med Brødens Skagler og Syndebod hid som med Vognreb,
19 Which say, Let him make speede: let him hasten his worke, that wee may see it: and let the counsell of the holy one of Israel draw neere and come, that we may knowe it.
som siger: »Lad ham skynde sig, haste med sit Værk, saa vi faar det at se; lad Israels Helliges Raad dog komme snart, at vi kan kende det!«
20 Woe vnto them that speake good of euill, and euill of good, which put darkenes for light, and light for darkenes, that put bitter for sweete, and sweete for sowre.
Ve dem, der kalder ondt for godt og godt for ondt, gør Mørke til Lys og Lys til Mørke, gør beskt til sødt og sødt til beskt!
21 Woe vnto them that are wise in their owne eyes, and prudent in their owne sight.
Ve dem, der tykkes sig vise og er kloge i egne Tanker!
22 Wo vnto them that are mightie to drinke wine, and to them that are strong to powre in strong drinke:
Ve dem, der er Helte til at drikke Vin og vældige til at blande stærke Drikke,
23 Which iustifie the wicked for a rewarde, and take away the righteousnesse of the righteous from him.
som for Gave giver den skyldige Ret og røver den skyldfri Retten, han har.
24 Therefore as the flame of fire deuoureth the stubble, and as the chaffe is cosumed of the flame: so their roote shalbe as rottennesse, and their bud shall rise vp like dust, because they haue cast off the Lawe of the Lord of hostes, and contemned the word of the holy one of Israel.
Derfor, som Ildens Tunge æder Straa og Hø synker sammen i Luen, saa skal deres Rod blive raadden, deres Blomst henvejres som Støv; thi om Hærskarers HERRES Lov lod de haant og ringeagted Israels Helliges Ord.
25 Therefore is the wrath of the Lord kindled against his people, and hee hath stretched out his hand vpon them, and hath smitten them that the mountaines did tremble: and their carkases were torne in the middes of the streetes, and for all this his wrath was not turned away, but his hande was stretched out still.
Saa blusser da HERRENS Vrede mod hans Folk, og han udrækker Haanden imod det og slaar det, saa Bjergene skælver og Ligene ligger som Skarn paa Gaden. Men trods alt har hans Vrede ej lagt sig, hans Haand er fremdeles rakt ud.
26 And he will lift vp a signe vnto the nations a farre, and wil hisse vnto them from the ende of the earth: and beholde, they shall come hastily with speede.
For et Folk i det fjerne løfter han Banner og fløjter det hid fra Jordens Ende; og se, det kommer hastigt og let.
27 None shall faint nor fall among them: none shall slumber nor sleepe, neither shall the girdle of his loynes be loosed, nor the latchet of his shooes be broken:
Ingen iblandt dem er træt eller snubler, ingen blunder, og ingen sover; Bæltet om Lænden løsnes ikke, Skoens Rem springer ikke op;
28 Whose arrowes shall be sharpe, and all his bowes bent: his horse hoofes shall be thought like flint, and his wheeles like a whirlewinde.
hvæssede er dets Pile, alle dets Buer spændte; som Flint er Hestenes Hove, dets Vognhjul som Hvirvelvind.
29 His roaring shalbe like a lyon, and he shall roare like lyons whelpes: they shall roare, and lay holde of the praye: they shall take it away, and none shall deliuer it.
Det har et Brøl som en Løve, brøler som unge Løver, brummende griber det Byttet, bjærger det, ingen kan fri det.
30 And in that day they shall roare vpon them, as the roaring of the sea: and if they looke vnto the earth, beholde darkenesse, and sorowe, and the light shalbe darkened in their skie.
Men paa hin Dag skal der bryde en Brummen løs imod det, som naar Havet brummer; og skuer det ud over Jorden, se, da er der Trængselsmørke, Lyset slukkes af tykke Skyer.
