Isaiah 13
1 The burden of Babylon that Isaiah son of Amoz has seen:
Et Udsagn om Babel, som Esajas, Amoz's Søn skuede:
2 “Lift up an ensign on a high mountain, Raise the voice to them, wave the hand, And they go into the openings of nobles.
Rejs Banner på et nøgent Bjerg, råb også til dem, vink, så de drager igennem Fyrsternes Porte!
3 I have given charge to My sanctified ones, Also I have called My mighty ones for My anger, Those rejoicing at My excellence.”
Jeg har opbudt min viede Hær til at tjene min Vrede og kaldt mine Helte hid, de jublende, stolte.
4 A voice of a multitude in the mountains, A likeness of a numerous people, A voice of noise from the kingdoms of nations who are gathered, YHWH of Hosts inspecting a host of battle!
Hør i Bjergene Larm som af talrigt Krigsfolk, hør, hvor det buldrer af Riger, af samlede Folk! Hærskarers HERRE er ved at mønstre sin Krigshær.
5 They are coming in from a far-off land, From the end of the heavens, YHWH and the instruments of His indignation, To destroy all the land.
De kommer fra fjerne Egne, fra Himlens Grænse, HERREN og hans Vredes Værktøj for at hærge al Jorden.
6 Howl, for the Day of YHWH [is] near, It comes as destruction from the Mighty.
Jamrer, thi HERRENs Dag er nær, den kommer som Vold fra den Vældige.
7 Therefore, all hands fail, And every heart of man melts.
Derfor slappes hver Hånd, hvert Menneskehjerte smelter,
8 And they have been troubled, Pains and pangs take them, They are pained as a travailing woman, A man marvels at his friend, The appearance of flames—their faces!
de ræddes, gribes af Veer og Smerter, vånder sig som fødende Kvinde; de stirrer i Angst på hverandre med blussende røde Kinder.
9 Behold, the Day of YHWH comes, Fierce, with wrath, and heat of anger, To make the land become a desolation, Indeed, He destroys its sinning ones from it.
Se, HERRENs Dag kommer, grum, med Harme og brændende Vrede; Jorden gør den til Ørk og rydder dens Synder bort.
10 For the stars of the heavens, and their constellations, Do not cause their light to shine, The sun has been darkened in its going out, And the moon does not cause its light to come forth.
Thi Himlens Stjerner og Billeder udsfråler ej deres Lys, mørk rinder Solen op, og Månen skinner ikke.
11 “And I have appointed evil on the world, And on the wicked their iniquity, And have caused the excellence of the proud to cease, And I make the excellence of the terrible low.
Jeg hjemsøger Jorden for dens Ondskab, de gudløse for deres Brøde, gør Ende på frækkes Overmod, bøjer Voldsmænds Hovmod.
12 I make man more rare than fine gold, And a common man than pure gold of Ophir.
En Mand gør jeg sjældnere end Guld og et Menneske end Ofirs Guld.
13 Therefore I cause the heavens to tremble, And the earth shakes from its place, In the wrath of YHWH of Hosts, And in a day of the heat of His anger.
Derfor bæver Himlen, og Jorden flytter sig skælvende ved Hærskarers HERREs Harme på hans brændende Vredes Dag.
14 And it has been, as a roe driven away, And as a flock that has no gatherer, Each to his people—they turn, And each to his land—they flee.
Og som en skræmt Gazel, som Får, der ej holdes i Flok, skal hver søge hjem til sit Folk, og hver skal fly til sit Land.
15 Everyone who is found is thrust through, And everyone who is added falls by sword.
Enhver, der indhentes, spiddes, enhver, der gribes, falder for Sværdet;
16 And their sucklings are dashed to pieces before their eyes, Their houses are spoiled, and their wives lain with.
deres spæde knuses for deres Øjne, Husene plyndres, Kvinderne skændes.
17 Behold, I am stirring up the Medes against them, Who do not esteem silver, And gold—they do not delight in it.
Se, imod dem rejser jeg Mederne, som agter Sølv for intet og ej regner Guld for noget.
18 And bows dash young men to pieces, And they do not pity the fruit of the womb, Their eye has no pity on sons.
Deres Buer fælder de unge, Livsfrugt skåner de ej, med Børn har deres Øjne ej Medynk.
19 And Babylon, the beauty of kingdoms, The glory, the excellence of the Chaldeans, Has been as overthrown by God, With Sodom and with Gomorrah.
Det går med Babel, Rigernes Krone, Kaldæernes stolte Pryd, som dengang Gud omstyrtede Sodoma og Gomorra.
20 She does not sit forever, Nor continue to many generations, Nor does Arab pitch tent there, And shepherds do not lie down there.
Det skal aldrig i Evighed bebos, ej bebygges fra Slægt til Slægt; der telter Araberen ikke, der lejrer Hyrder sig ej;
21 And desert-dwellers have lain down there, And their houses have been full of howlers, And daughters of an ostrich have dwelt there, And goats skip there.
men Vildkatte lejrer sig der, og Husene fyldes med Ugler; der holder Strudsene til, og Bukketroldene springer;
22 And howlers—he has responded in his forsaken habitations, And dragons in palaces of delight, And her time [is] near to come, And her days are not drawn out!”
Sjakaler tuder i Borgene, Hyæner i de yppige Slotte. Dets Time stunder nu til, dets Dage bliver ej mange.
