Isaiah 18
1 Woe to the land with spreading wings, which is beyond the rivers of Cush,
Hør Land med de surrende Vinger hinsides Ætiopiens Strømme,
2 That sendeth on the sea ambassadors, and in vessels of bulrushes messengers over the face of the waters. Go, ye swift messengers, to a nation pulled and torn, to a people terrible from their beginning and onward; a nation meted out and trodden down, whose land the rivers have spoiled!
du, som sender Bud over Havet i Både af Siv på Vandspejlet: Gå, I hastige Bud, til det ranke, glinsende Folk, til Folket, som frygtes så vide, Kraftens og Sejrens Folk, hvis Land gennemstrømmes af Floder.
3 All ye inhabitants of the world, and dwellers on the earth, when the ensign is lifted up on the mountains, see ye; and when the cornet is blown, hear ye.
Alle I Jorderigs Folk, som bygger på Jord: Rejses Banner på Bjerge, så se, når der stødes i Horn, så hør!
4 For so hath said the Lord unto me, I will take my rest, and I will look down on my dwelling-place like a clear heat upon herbs, and like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.
Thi så sagde HERREN til mig: "Rolig ser jeg til fra mit Sæde som glødende Luft i Solskin, som Dugsky i Høstens Tid."
5 For before the harvest, when the blossom is past, and the flower becometh a ripening grape, will he both cut off the tendrils with pruning-knives, and the sprigs will he remove and cut down.
Thi før Høst, når Blomstring er endt, når Blomst sætter modnende Drue, afskærer han Rankerne med Knive, og Skuddene kapper han bort.
6 They shall be left together unto the birds of prey of the mountains, and to the beasts of the earth: and the birds of prey shall summer upon them, and all the beasts of the earth shall winter upon them.
De gives alle til Bjergenes Fugle og Jordens Dyr, om Somren Føde for Fugle, om Vintren for al Jordens Dyr.
7 At that time shall be brought as a present unto the Lord of hosts a people pulled and torn, and a people terrible from their beginning and onward; a nation meted out and trodden under foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled, to the place of the name of the Lord of hosts, the mount Zion.
Til hin Tid skal der bringes Hærskarers HERRE Gave fra et rankt og glinsende Folk, et Folk, som frygtes så vide, Kraftens og Sejrens Folk, hvis Land gennemstrømmes af Floder, til Stedet, hvor Hærskarers HERREs Navn bor, til Zions Bjerg.
