Isaiah 64
1 Oh that you would rend the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might flow down at your presence,
gid du vilde sønderrive Himlene og fare ned, saa at Bjergene fløde bort for dit Ansigt!
2 As when the melting fire burns, the fire causes the waters to boil, to make your name known to your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at your presence!
Ligesom Ild antænder Kviste, ligesom Ild kommer Vand til at syde, saa lade du dine Fjender kende dit Navn, saa at Hedningerne bæve for dit Ansigt.
3 When you did terrible things which we looked not for, you came down, the mountains flowed down at your presence.
Da du har gjort underlige Ting, skulde vi da ikke vente? du nedfor, Bjerge fløde bort for dit Ansigt.
4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither has the eye seen, O God, beside you, what he has prepared for him that waits for him.
Og fra gammel Tid har man ikke hørt, har man ikke fornummet, intet Øje set, at nogen Gud uden du gjorde saadanne Ting for den, som bier efter ham.
5 You meet him that rejoices and works righteousness, those that remember you in your ways: behold, you are wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
Du møder den, som er glad ved at gøre Retfærdighed, de skulle komme dig i Hu paa dine Veje; se, du var vred, og vi bleve ved at synde; vare vi evindelig blevne paa dem, da vare vi nu frelste.
6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
Men vi bleve alle som de urene og al vor Retfærdighed som et besmittet Klædebon; og vi faldt alle, af som et Blad, og vor Misgerning førte os bort som et Vejr.
7 And there is none that calls on your name, that stirs up himself to take hold of you: for you have hid your face from us, and have consumed us, because of our iniquities.
Og der er ingen, som paakalder dit Navn, ingen, som rejser sig for at holde fast ved dig; thi du har skjult dit Ansigt for os og smeltet os for vore Misgerningers Skyld.
8 But now, O LORD, you are our father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
Men nu, Herre! du er vor Fader; vi ere Leret, og du er den, som har dannet os, og vi ere alle din Haands Gerning.
9 Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech you, we are all your people.
Herre! vær ikke saa saare vred, og kom ikke Misgerninger evindelig i Hu; se, sku dog, vi ere alle dit Folk!
10 Your holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Dine Helligdoms Stæder ere blevne til en Ørk; Zion er bleven til en Ørk, Jerusalem en Ødelæggelse.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
Vor Helligheds og vor Herligheds Hus, i hvilket vore Fædre lovede dig, er opbrændt med Ild, og alle vore lystelige Ting ere ødelagte.
12 Will you refrain yourself for these things, O LORD? will you hold your peace, and afflict us very sore?
Vil du over for disse Ting holde dig tilbage, Herre? vil du tie og nedtrykke os saa saare?
