Isaiah 63

1 Who is this that cometh from Edom, dyed red in his garments from Bozrah? this—glorious in his apparel, moving along in the greatness of his strength? “I who speak in righteousness, mighty to save.”

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 Why is redness on thy apparel, and [why are] thy garments as of one that treadeth the wine-press?

Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?

3 “I have trodden the vat alone, and of the nations there was no man with me; and I trod them down in my anger, and I trampled on them in my fury; and their blood was sprinkled on my garments, and all my raiments have I stained.

»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 was in my heart, and the year of my redeemed was come.

Thi til Hævnens Dag stod min Hu, mit Genløsningsaar var kommet.

5 And I looked, and there was no one to help, and I was astonished, and there was no one to support; and then my own arm aided me, and my fury—this it was that upheld 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 And I stamped down nations in my anger, and I made them drunken with my fury, and brought down to the earth their victorious strength.”

jeg søndertraadte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden.«

7 The kindnesses of the Lord will I mention, the praises of the Lord, in accordance with all that the Lord hath bestowed on us, and the abundant goodness toward the house of Israel, which he hath bestowed on them according to his mercies, and the abundance of his kindnesses.

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 And he said, Surely they are my people, children that will not lie; and he became to them a Saviour.

Han sagde: »De er jo mit Folk, de er Børn, som ej sviger.« Og en Frelser blev han for dem

9 In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them; in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bore them, and he carried them all the days of old.

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 grieved his holy Spirit; and he changed himself to become their enemy, 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 remembered his people the ancient days of Moses, Where is he that brought them up out of the sea with the shepherd of his flock? where is he that put within him his holy Spirit?

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 That displayed by the right hand of Moses his glorious arm; that divided the water before them, to make unto himself an everlasting name?

lod vandre sin herlige Arm ved Moses's højre, kløvede Vandet for dem og vandt et evigt Navn,

13 That led them through the deeps, as a horse through the wilderness, that they should not stumble?

førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest paa Steppen?

14 As a beast goeth down into the valley, so did the spirit of the Lord bring them to rest; thus didst thou guide thy people, to make unto thyself 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 Look down from heaven, and behold, from the habitation of thy holiness and of thy glory: where are thy zeal and thy mights, the yearning of thy bowels and of thy mercy which are now 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 For thou art our father; for Abraham knoweth nothing of us, and Israel recogniseth us not: thou, O Lord, art our father, our Redeemer from everlasting is thy name.

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 Why hast thou let us go astray, O Lord, from thy ways, suffered our heart to be hardened against thy fear? Return for the sake of thy servants, the tribes of thy heritage.

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 But a brief space were thy holy people in possession, when our adversaries trod down thy sanctuary.

Hvi har gudløse traadt i din Helligdom, vore Fjender nedtrampet dit Tempel?

19 We are become as though we are those over whom thou hast never ruled, over whom thy name hath not been called.

Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.