Isaiah 23
1 The Burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For it has been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
Et Udsagn om Tyrus. Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus! De får det at vide på Vejen fra Kyperns Land.
2 Be silent, you inhabitants of the island, Trader of Sidon, passing the sea, they filled you.
Det er ude med Kystlandets Folk, med Zidons Købmænd, hvis Sendebud for over Havet,
3 And the seed of Sihor [is] in many waters, Her increase [is] the harvest of the brook, And she is a market of nations.
de mange Vande, hvis Indkomst var Sjihors Sæd, hvis Vinding Alverdens Varer.
4 Be ashamed, O Sidon; for the sea spoke, The strength of the sea, saying, “I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.”
Skam få du, Zidon, thi Havet siger: "Jeg har ikke haft Veer, jeg fødte ikke, ej har jeg fostret Ynglinge, opfødt Jomfruer!"
5 As they are pained [at] the report of Egypt, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Når Rygtet når Ægypten, skælver de ved Rygtet om Tyrus.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, you inhabitants of the island,
Drag over til Tarsis og jamrer, I Kystlandets Folk!
7 Is this your exulting one? Her antiquity [is] from the days of old, Her own feet carry her far off to sojourn.
Er det eders jublende By fra Urtids Dage, hvis Fødder førte den viden om som Gæst?
8 Who has counseled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants—the honored of earth?
Hvo satte sig dette for mod det kronede Tyrus, hvis Købmænd var Fyrster, hvis Kræmmere Jordens Adel?
9 YHWH of Hosts has counseled it, To defile the excellence of all beauty, To make light all the honored of earth.
Det gjorde Hærskarers HERRE for at vanære Hovmod, skænde al Stolthed, al Jordens Adel.
10 Pass through your land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, There is no longer a girdle.
Græd, I Tarsisskibe, Havn er der ikke mer!
11 He has stretched out His hand over the sea, He has caused kingdoms to tremble, YHWH has charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
Han udrakte Hånden mod Havet, rystede Riger, HERREN samled Folk for at jævne Kana'ans Fæstninger.
12 And He says, “You do not add to exult anymore, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Sidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there—there is no rest for you.”
Han sagde: "Aldrig mer skal du juble, du voldtagne Jomfru, Zidons Datter! Stå op, drag over til Kypern, selv der skal du ej finde Hvile!"
13 Behold, the land of the Chaldeans—this people was not, Asshur founded it for desert-dwellers, They raised its watchtowers, They lifted up her palaces—He has appointed her for a ruin!
Se til Kyprioternes Land! Søfarere grunded det Folk; de rejste dets Vagttårne, Byer og Borge. Han gjorde det til en Ruinhob.
14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish, For your strength has been destroyed.
Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus!
15 And it has come to pass in that day, That Tyre is forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
På hin Dag skal Tyrus gå ad Glemme i halvfjerdsindstyve År, som i een Konges Dage. Men efter halvfjerdsindstyve Års Forløb skal det gå med Tyrus som med Skøgen i Visen:
16 Take a harp, go around the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that you may be remembered.
Tag din Citer, gå rundt i Byen, du glemte Skøge, leg smukt på Strenge, syng, hvad du kan, så du kommes i Hu!"
17 And it has come to pass, At the end of seventy years YHWH inspects Tyre, And she has returned to her wage, And she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
Efter halvfjerdsindstyve Års Forløb vil HERREN se til Tyrus; det skal atter modtage Skøgeløn og bole med Alverdens Riger på den vide Jord.
18 And her merchandise and her wage have been holy to YHWH, Not treasured up nor stored, For her merchandise is to those sitting before YHWH, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
Men dets Vinding og Skøgeløn skal helliges HERREN; den skal ikke gemmes hen eller lægges op; dem, der bor for HERRENs Åsyn, skal dets Vinding tjene til Føde, Mættelse og prægtige Klæder.
