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 sønderrev Himlen og steg ned, saa Bjergene vakled for dit Aasyn!
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!
Som Vokset smelter i Ild, saa lad Ild fortære dine Fjender, at dit Navn maa kendes iblandt dem og Folkene bæve for dit Aasyn,
3 When you did terrible things which we looked not for, you came down, the mountains flowed down at your presence.
naar du gør Undere, vi ikke vented, — du stiger ned, for dit Aasyn vakler Bjergene —
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 som ingen Sinde er hørt. Intet Øre har hørt, intet Øje har set en Gud uden dig, som hjælper den, der haaber paa ham.
5 You meet him that rejoices and works righteousness, those that remember you in your ways: behold, you are angry; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
Du ser til dem, der øver Retfærd og kommer dine Veje i Hu. Men se, du blev vred, og vi synded, og skyldige blev vi derved.
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.
Som urene blev vi til Hobe, som en tilsølet Klædning al vor Retfærd. Vi visnede alle som Løvet, vor Brøde bortvejred os som Vinden.
7 And there is none that calls upon 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.
Ingen paakaldte dit Navn, tog sig sammen og holdt sig til dig; thi du skjulte dit Aasyn for os og gav os vor Brøde i Vold.
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 du, o HERRE, er dog vor Fader, vi er Leret, og du har dannet os, Værk af din Haand er vi alle.
9 Be not angry very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we plead to you, we are all your people.
Vredes ej, HERRE, saa saare, kom ej evigt Brøde i Hu, se dog til, vi er alle dit Folk!
10 Your holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Dine hellige Byer er Ørk, Zion er blevet en Ørk, Jerusalem ligger i Grus;
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.
vort hellige, herlige Tempel, hvor Fædrene priste dig, er blevet Luernes Rov, en Grushob er alt, hvad vi elsked.
12 Will you refrain yourself for these things, O LORD? will you hold your peace, and afflict us very sore?
Ser du roligt HERRE, paa sligt, kan du tie og bøje os saa dybt?
