Isaiah 63
1 Who is this that commeth from Edom, with red garments from Bozrah? hee is glorious in his apparel and walketh in his great strength: I speake in righteousnesse, and am mightie to saue.
Hvem kommer der fra Edom, i Højrøde Klæder fra Bozra, han i det bølgende Klædebon, stolt i sin vældige Kraft? »Det er mig, som taler i Retfærd, vældig til at frelse!«
2 Wherefore is thine apparel red, and thy garments like him that treadeth in ye wine presse?
Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?
3 I haue troden the wine presse alone, and of all people there was none with mee: for I will treade them in mine anger, and tread them vnder foote in my wrath, and their blood shalbe sprinkled vpon my garments, and I will staine all my raiment.
»Jeg traadte Vinpersen ene, af Folkeslagene var ingen med mig; jeg traadte dem i min Vrede, tramped dem i min Harme; da sprøjted deres Blod paa mine Klæder, jeg tilsøled hele min Klædning.
4 For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the yeere of my redeemed is come.
Thi til Hævnens Dag stod min Hu, mit Genløsningsaar var kommet.
5 And I looked, and there was none to helpe, and I wondered that there was none to vpholde: therefore mine owne arme helped me, and my wrath it selfe sustained me.
Jeg spejded, men ingen hjalp til, jeg studsed, men ingen stod mig bi. Da kom min Arm mig til Hjælp, og min Harme, den stod mig bi;
6 Therefore I wil tread downe the people in my wrath, and make them drunken in mine indignation, and wil bring downe their strength to the earth.
jeg søndertraadte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden.«
7 I wil remember the mercies of the Lord and the prayses of the Lord according vnto all that the Lord hath giuen vs, and for the great goodnesse toward the house of Israel, which hee hath giuen them according to his tender loue, and according to his great mercies.
Jeg vil synge om HERRENS Naade, kvæde hans Pris, efter alt, hvad HERREN har gjort os, huld imod Israels Hus, gjort os efter sin Miskundhed, sin Naades Fylde.
8 For he saide, Surely they are my people, children that wil not lie: so he was their Sauiour.
Han sagde: »De er jo mit Folk, de er Børn, som ej sviger.« Og en Frelser blev han for dem
9 In all their troubles he was troubled, and the Angel of his presence saued them: in his loue and in his mercie he redeemed them, and he bare them and caried them alwayes continually.
i al deres Trængsel; intet Bud, ingen Engel, hans Aasyn frelste dem. I sin Kærlighed og Skaansel genløste han dem, han løfted og bar dem alle Fortidens Dage.
10 But they rebelled and vexed his holy Spirit: therefore was hee turned to be their enemie and he fought against them.
Men de stred imod og bedrøved hans hellige Aand; saa blev han deres Fjende, han kæmped imod dem.
11 Then he remembred the olde time of Moses and his people, saying, Where is hee that brought them vp out of the Sea with the shepheard of his sheepe? where is he that put his holy Spirit within him?
Da tænkte hans Folk paa gamle Dage, paa Moses: »Hvor er han, som drog sit Smaakvægs Hyrde op af Vandet? Hvor er han, som lagde sin hellige Aand i hans Hjerte,
12 He led them by the right hand of Moses with his owne glorious arme, deuiding the water before them, to make himselfe an euerlasting Name.
lod vandre sin herlige Arm ved Moses's højre, kløvede Vandet for dem og vandt et evigt Navn,
13 Hee led them through the deepe, as an horse in the wildernesse, that they should not stumble,
førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest paa Steppen?
14 As the beast goeth downe into the valley, the Spirite of the Lord gaue them rest: so diddest thou leade thy people, to make thy selfe a glorious Name.
Som Kvæg, der gaar ned i Dalen, snubled de ikke. Dem ledte HERRENS Aand. Saaledes ledte du dit Folk for at vinde dig et herligt Navn.«
15 Looke downe from heauen, and beholde from the dwelling place of thine holines, and of thy glory. Where is thy zeale and thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies, and of thy compassions? they are restrained from me.
Sku ned fra Himlen, se ud fra din hellige, herlige Bolig! Hvor er din Nidkærhed og Vælde, dit svulmende Hjerte, din Medynk? Hold dig ikke tilbage,
16 Doutles thou art our Father: though Abraham be ignorant of vs, and Israel knowe vs not, yet thou, O Lord, art our Father, and our redeemer: thy Name is for euer.
du, som dog er vor Fader. Thi Abraham ved ej af os, Israel kendes ej ved os, men du er vor Fader, HERRE, »vor Genløser« hed du fra Evighed.
17 O Lord, why hast thou made vs to erre from thy wayes? and hardened our heart from thy feare? Returne for thy seruants sake, and for the tribes of thine inheritance.
Hvi leder du os vild fra dine Veje, HERRE, forhærder vort Hjerte mod din Frygt? Vend tilbage for dine Tjeneres, din Arvelods Stammers Skyld!
18 The people of thine holinesse haue possessed it, but a litle while: for our aduersaries haue troden downe thy Sanctuarie.
Hvi har gudløse traadt i din Helligdom, vore Fjender nedtrampet dit Tempel?
19 We haue bene as they, ouer whome thou neuer barest rule, and vpon whom thy Name was not called.
Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.
