Isaiah 10
1 “Woe [to] those decreeing decrees of iniquity, And writers who have prescribed perverseness,
Ve dem, der giver Ulykkeslove og ivrigt fører Uret til Bogs
2 Of My people, That widows may be their prey, That they may spoil the fatherless.
for at trænge de ringe fra Retten og røve de armes Ret i mit Folk, at Enker kan blive deres Bytte og faderløse kan plyndres.
3 And what do you do at a day of inspection? And at desolation that comes from afar? Near whom do you flee for help? And where do you leave your glory?
Hvad gør I på Straffens Dag, når Undergang kommer fra det fjerne? Til hvem vil I ty om Hjælp, hvor gemmer I da eders Rigdom?
4 It has bowed down without Me In the place of a bound one, And they fall in the place of the slain.” With all this His anger has not turned back, And His hand is still stretched out.
Enten må I knæle blandt Fanger, eller også falde på Valen! Men trods alt har hans Vrede ej lagt sig, hans Hånd er fremdeles rakt ud.
5 “Woe [to] Asshur, a rod of My anger, And My indignation [is] a staff in their hand.
Ve Assur, min Harmes Kæp, min Vrede er Stokken i hans Hånd.
6 I send him against a profane nation, And concerning a people of My wrath I charge him, To spoil spoil, and to seize prey, And to make it a treading-place as the clay of out places.
Jeg sender ham mod et vanhelligt Folk, opbyder ham mod min Vredes, Folk til at gøre Bytte og røve og trampe det ned som Skarn på Gaden.
7 And he does not think [it] so, And his heart does not reckon [it] so, For—to destroy [is] in his heart, And to cut off nations—not a few.
Men han, han mener det ej så, hans Hjerte tænker ej så. Nej, at ødelægge, det er hans Attrå, at udrydde Folk, ikke få.
8 For he says, Are my princes not altogether kings?
Thi han siger: "Er ej mine Høvedsmænd Konger til Hobe?
9 Is not Calno as Carchemish? Is not Hamath as Arpad? Is not Samaria as Damascus?
Gik det ej Kalno som Karkemisj, mon ikke Hamat som Arpad, Samaria som Damaskus?
10 As my hand has gotten to the kingdoms of a worthless thing, and their carved images, [Greater] than Jerusalem and than Samaria,
Som min Hånd fandt hen til Afgudernes Riger, der dog havde flere Gudebilleder end Jerusalem og Samaria
11 Do I not—as I have done to Samaria, And to her worthless things, So do to Jerusalem and to her grievous things?”
mon jeg da ikke skal handle med Jerusalem og dets Gudebilleder, som jeg handlede med Samaria og dets Afguder?"
12 And it has come to pass, When the Lord fulfills all His work In Mount Zion and in Jerusalem, I see concerning the fruit of the greatness Of the heart of the king of Asshur, And concerning the glory of the height of his eyes.
Men når Herren fuldbyrder alt sit Værk på Zions Bjerg og i Jerusalem, vil jeg hjemsøge Assyrerkongens Hjertes Hovmodsfrugt og hans Øjnes trodsige Pral,
13 For he has said, “I have worked by the power of my hand, And by my wisdom, for I have been intelligent, And I remove borders of the peoples, And I have spoiled their chief ones, And I put down the inhabitants as a mighty one,
fordi han siger: "Med min, stærke Hånd greb jeg ind, med min Visdom, thi jeg er klog. Jeg flyttede Folkeslags Grænser og rev deres Skatte til mig, stødte Folk fra Tronen i Almagt;
14 And my hand gets to the wealth of the peoples as to a nest, And as a gathering of forsaken eggs I have gathered all the earth, And there has not been one moving wing, Or opening mouth, or whispering.”
min Hånd fandt til Folkenes Rigdom som hen til en Fuglerede; som man sanker forladte Æg, har jeg sanket den vide Jord, og ingen rørte en Vinge, åbnede Næbbet og peb."
15 Does the axe glorify itself Against him who is hewing with it? Does the saw magnify itself Against him who is shaking it? As a rod waving those lifting it up! As a staff lifting up that which is not wood!
Mon Øksen bryster sig mod den, som hugger, gør Saven sig til mod den, som saver? Som om Kæppen kan svinge den, der løfter den, Stokken løfte, hvad ikke er Træ!
16 Therefore the Lord, the Lord of Hosts, Sends leanness among his fat ones, And under his glory He kindles a burning As the burning of a fire.
Derfor sender Herren Hærskarers HERRE, Svindsot i hans Fedme, og under hans Herlighed luer en Lue som luende Ild;
17 And the light of Israel has been for a fire, And his Holy One for a flame, And it has burned, and devoured his thorn And his brier in one day.
Israels Lys bliver til Ild og dets Hellige til en Flamme, og den brænder og fortærer hans Tidsel og Torn på een Dag;
18 And the glory of his forest, and his fruitful field, He consumes from soul even to flesh, And it has been as the fainting of a standard-bearer.
hans Skovs og Frugthaves Herlighed skal den rydde Rub og Stub, og han bliver som en syg, der hentæres.
19 And the rest of the trees of his forest [are] few, And a youth writes them.
De Træer, som levnes i hans Skov, bliver det let at tælle; et Barn kan skrive dem op.
20 And it has come to pass in that day, The remnant of Israel, And the escaped of the house of Jacob, Do not add anymore to lean on its striker, And have leaned on YHWH, The Holy One of Israel, in truth.
På hin Dag skal Israels Rest og det, som undslipper af Jakobs Hus, ikke mere støtte sig til den, der slår det, men til HERREN, Israels Hellige, i Sandhed.
21 A remnant returns—a remnant of Jacob, To the Mighty God.
En Rest skal omvende sig, Jakobs Rest, til den vældige Gud.
22 For though your people Israel be as the sand of the sea, A remnant of it returns, A consumption determined, Overflowing [with] righteousness.
Thi var end dit Folk som Sandet ved Havet, Israel, kun en Rest deraf skal omvende sig. Ødelæggelse er fastslået, og med Retfærdighed vælter den frem;
23 For a consumption that is determined, The Lord, YHWH of Hosts, Is making in the midst of all the land.
thi Ødelæggelse og fastslået Råd fuldbyrder Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, over al Jorden.
24 Therefore, thus said the Lord, YHWH of Hosts: “Do not be afraid, My people, inhabiting Zion, because of Asshur, He strikes you with a rod, And his staff lifts up against you, in the way of Egypt.
Derfor, så siger Herren, Hærskarers HERRE: Frygt ikke, mit Folk, som bor i Zion, for Assyrien, når det slår dig med Kæppen og løfter sin Stok imod dig som fordum Ægypten!
25 For yet a very little [while], And the indignation has been completed, And My anger by their wearing out.”
Thi end om en føje Stund er Vreden ovre, og min Harme vender sig til deres Fordærv.
26 And YHWH of Hosts is awaking for him, A scourge like the striking of Midian at the rock Oreb, And his rod [is] over the sea, And he has lifted it in the way of Egypt.
Så svinger Hærskarers HERRE Svøben imod det, som da Midjan blev slået ved Orebs Klippe; hans Stok er udrakt imod Havet, og han løfter den som fordum mod Ægypten.
27 And it has come to pass in that day, His burden is turned from off your shoulder, And his yoke from off your neck, And the yoke has been destroyed, because of prosperity.
På hin Dag tager han Byrden af din Skulder og Åget af din Nakke, ja, Åget brister for Fedme.
28 He has come in against Aiath, He has passed over into Migron, At Michmash he looks after his vessels.
Han rykker mod Ajjat, drager uden om Migron, i Mikmas lader han Trosset blive;
29 They have gone over the passage, They have made Geba a lodging place, Rama has trembled, Gibeah of Saul fled.
de går over Passet: "I Geba holder vi Natterast!" Rama ryster, Sauls Gibea flyr.
30 Cry aloud [with] your voice, daughter of Gallim, Give attention, Laish! Answer her, Anathoth.
Skrig højt, Gallims Datter! Lyt til, Lajsja! Stem i, Anatot!
31 Madmenah has fled away, The inhabitants of the high places have hardened themselves.
Madmena flyr, Gebims Folk bjærger deres Gods.
32 Yet today to remain in Nob, The mountain of the daughter of Zion waves its hand, The hill of Jerusalem.
Endnu i Dag står han i Nob; han svinger Hånden mod Zions Datters Bjerg, Jerusalems Høj -
33 Behold, the Lord, YHWH of Hosts, Is lopping a branch with violence, And the high of stature are cut down, And the lofty have become low,
Se, Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, afhugger hans Grene med Gru; de knejsende Stammer fældes, de stolte Træer må segne.
34 And He has gone around the thickets of the forest with iron, And Lebanon falls by a mighty one!
Med Jernet gør han lyst i Skovens Tykning, og Libanon falder for den Herlige.
