Isaiah 16
1 Send a lamb [to] the ruler of the land, From Selah in the wilderness, To the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
Sender Landets Hersker Lam fra Sela gennem Ørken til Zions Datters Bjerg.
2 And it has come to pass, As a wandering bird, cast out of a nest, Are daughters of Moab, [at] fords of Arnon.
Og det skal ske, at ligesom en Fugl, udjaget af Reden, flagrer hid og did, saa skulle Moabs Døtre komme til Arnons Færgesteder.
3 Bring in counsel, do judgment, Make your shadow as night in the midst of noon, Hide outcasts, do not reveal the wanderer.
Giv Raad, hjælp til Ret, gør din Skygge som Natten midt om Middagen, skjul de fordrevne, forraad ikke den, som flyr!
4 My outcasts sojourn in you, O Moab, Be a secret hiding place for them, From the face of a destroyer, For the extortioner has ceased, Devastation has been finished, The tramplers are consumed out of the land.
Lad mine fordrevne faa Herberge hos dig, Moab! vær dem et Skjul imod Ødelæggeren; thi Undertrykkeren er borte, Ødelæggelsen faar Ende, og de, som nedtraadte andre, skulle omkomme af Landet.
5 And the throne is established in kindness, And [One] has sat on it in truth, in the tent of David, Judging and seeking judgment, and hastening righteousness.
Og der skal beredes en Trone ved Miskundheden, og en skal sidde derpaa i Sandheden, i Davids Paulun, en, som skal dømme og spørge efter Ret og haste efter Retfærdighed.
6 We have heard of the pride of Moab—very proud, His pride, and his arrogance, and his wrath—his boastings [are] not right.
Vi have hørt om Moabs Hovmod, han er saare hovmodig, ja, om hans Stolthed og hans Hovmod og hans Grumhed, hans tomme Pral.
7 Therefore Moab howls for Moab, all of it howls, It meditates for the grape-cakes of Kir-Hareseth, They are surely struck.
Derfor skal Moab hyle over Moab, de skulle alle sammen hyle; over Kir-Hareseths Grundvolde skulle I sukke, aldeles modfaldne.
8 Because fields of Heshbon languish, The vine of Sibmah, Lords of nations beat her choice vines, They have come to Jazer, They have wandered in a wilderness, Her plants have spread themselves, They have passed over a sea.
Thi Hesbons Marker ere henvisnede, paa Vintræet i Sibma have Folkenes Herrer knust de ædle Ranker, som naaede til Jaeser og forvildede sig ind i Ørken; dens Kviste, som bredte sig ud, ere komne over Havet.
9 Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I water you [with] my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For—for your summer fruits, and for your harvest, The shouting has fallen.
Derfor vil jeg græde med Jaesers Graad over det Vintræ i Sibma, jeg vil væde dig, Hesbon og Eleale, med min Graad; thi over din Sommerfrugt og over din Høst faldt Krigsskriget ind.
10 And gladness and joy have been removed from the fruitful field, And they do not sing in vineyards, nor shout, The treader does not tread wine in the presses, I have caused shouting to cease.
Og Glæde og Fryd er veget bort fra den frugtbare Mark, og man synger ikke i Vingaardene, raaber ej heller med Glæde; Persetræderen træder ikke Druer i Perserne, Frydeskrig har jeg ladet høre op.
11 Therefore my bowels sound as a harp for Moab, And my inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
Derfor bruser mit Inderste over Moab som en Harpe, og mit Hjerte over Kir-Heres.
12 And it has come to pass, when it has been seen, That Moab has been weary on the high place, And he has come to his sanctuary to pray, And is not able.
Og det sker, naar Moab lader sig se og er træt af at ofre paa Højen, da vil det komme til sin Helligdom for at bede og skal ikke kunne.
13 This [is] the word that YHWH has spoken to Moab from that time,
Dette er det Ord, som Herren har talt imod Moab den Gang;
14 And now YHWH has spoken, saying, “In three years, as years of a hired worker, The glory of Moab is lightly esteemed, With all the great multitude, And the remnant [is] little, small, not mighty!”
men nu har Herren talt og sagt: Om tre Aar, som en Daglønners Aar, da skal Moabs Herlighed med al den store Mængde være ringeagtet, og der skal blive en Levning tilbage, liden, ringe og afmægtig.
