Jeremiah 20
1 Now Pashhur the son of Immer the priest, who was chief officer in the house of the LORD, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things.
Da præsten Pasjhur, Immers søn, der var overopsynsmand i HERRENs Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere således,
2 Then Pashhur smote Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the house of the LORD.
slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENs Hus.
3 And it came to pass on the morrow, that Pashhur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then said Jeremiah unto him: 'The LORD hath not called thy name Pashhur, but Magormissabib.
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 thus saith the LORD: Behold, I will make thee a terror to thyself, and to all thy friends; and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and thine eyes shall behold it; and I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he shall carry them captive to Babylon, and shall slay them with the sword.
Thi så 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 Hånd; han skal føre dem til Babel og hugge dem ned med Sværdet.
5 Moreover I will give all the store of this city, and all the gains thereof, and all the wealth thereof, yea, all the treasures of the kings of Judah will I give into the hand of their enemies, who shall spoil them, and take them, and carry them to Babylon.
Og jeg giver alt denne Bys Gods og al dens Velstand og alle dens koslelige Ting og alle Judas Kongers Skatte i deres fjenders Hånd; de skal rane dem og tage dem og føre dem til Babel.
6 And thou, Pashhur, and all that dwell in thy house shall go into captivity; and thou shalt come to Babylon, and there thou shalt die, and there shalt thou be buried, thou, and all thy friends, to whom thou hast prophesied falsely.'
Og du Pasjhur og alle, der bor i dit Hus, skal gå 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 O LORD, Thou hast enticed me, and I was enticed, Thou hast overcome me, and hast prevailed; I am become a laughing-stock all the day, every one mocketh me.
Du overtalte mig, HERRE, og jeg lod mig overtale, du tvang mig med Magt. Dagen lang er jeg til Latter, mig håner enhver.
8 For as often as I speak, I cry out, I cry: 'Violence and spoil'; because the word of the LORD is made a reproach unto me, and a derision, all the day.
Thi så tit jeg faler, må jeg skrige, råbe: "Vold og Overfald!" Thi HERRENs Ord er mig Dagen lang til Skændsel og Spot.
9 And if I say: 'I will not make mention of Him, nor speak any more in His name', then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I weary myself to hold it in, but cannot.
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 For I have heard the whispering of many, terror on every side: 'Denounce, and we will denounce him'; even of all my familiar friends, them that watch for my halting: 'Peradventure he will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him.'
thi jeg hører mange hviske, trindt om er Rædsel: "Angiv ham!" og: "Vi vil angive ham!" Alle mine Venner lurer på et Fejltrin af mig: "Måske går han i Fælden, så vi får ham i vor Magt, og da kan vi hævne os på ham!"
11 But the LORD is with me as a mighty warrior; therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail; they shall be greatly ashamed, because they have not prospered, even with an everlasting confusion which shall never 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, få Skændsel, der aldrig glemmes.
12 But, O LORD of hosts, that triest the righteous, that seest the reins and the heart, let me see Thy vengeance on them; for unto Thee have I revealed my cause.
Du Hærskarers HERRE, som prøver den retfærdige, gennemskuer Nyrer og Hjerte, lad mig skue din Hævn på dem, thi på dig har jeg væltet min Sag.
13 Sing unto the LORD, praise ye the LORD; for He hath delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evil-doers.
Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Hånd.
14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born; the day wherein my mother bore me, let it not be blessed.
Forbandet være den Dag, på hvilken jeg fødtes; den Dag, min Moder fødte mig, skal ikke velsignes.
15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying: 'A man-child is born unto thee'; making him very glad.
Forbandet den Mand, som bragte min Fader det Bud: "Et Barn, en Dreng er født dig!" og glæded ham såre.
16 And let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and repented not; and let him hear a cry in the morning, and an alarm at noontide;
Det gå den Mand som Byerne, HERREN omstyrted uden Medynk; han høre Skrig ved Gry, Kampråb ved Middagstide.
17 Because He slew me not from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
At han ej lod mig dø i Moders Liv, så min Moder var blevet min Grav og hendes Moderliv evigt svangert!
18 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed in shame?
Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, når jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!
