Isaiah 5
1 Now let me sing for my Beloved, A song of my Beloved as to His vineyard: My beloved has a vineyard in a fruitful hill,
Jeg vil synge en Sang om min Ven, en Kærlighedssang om hans Vingård: Min Ven, han havde en Vingård på en frugtbar Høj.
2 And He fences it, and casts out its stones, And plants it [with] a choice vine, And builds a tower in its midst, And has also hewn out a winepress in it, And He waits for the yielding of grapes, And it yields bad ones!
Han grov den, rensed den for Sten og plantede ædle Ranker; han bygged et Vagttårn deri og huggede også en Perse. Men den bar vilde Druer, skønt han ventede Høst af ædle.
3 And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem and man of Judah, Please judge between Me and My vineyard.
Og nu, Jerusalems Borgere, Judas Mænd, skift Ret mellem mig og min Vingård!
4 What [is there] to do still to My vineyard, That I have not done in it? For what reason have I waited for the yielding of grapes, And it yields [only] bad ones?
Hvad mer var at gøre ved Vingården, hvad lod jeg ugjort? Hvi bar den vilde Druer, skønt jeg ventede Høst af ædle?
5 And now, pray, let Me cause you to know, That which I am doing to My vineyard, To turn its hedge aside, And it has been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it has been for a treading-place.
Så vil jeg da lade jer vide, hvad jeg vil gøre ved min Vingård: Nedrive dens Hegn, så den ædes op, nedbryde dens Mur, så den trampes ned!
6 And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And brier and thorn have gone up, And I lay a charge on the thick clouds, From raining on it rain.
Jeg lægger den øde; den skal ikke beskæres og ikke graves, men gro sammen i Torn og Tidsel; og Skyerne giver jeg Påbud om ikke at sende den Regn.
7 Because the vineyard of YHWH of Hosts [Is] the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waits for judgment, and behold, oppression, For righteousness, and behold, a cry.
Thi Hærskarers HERREs Vingård er Israels Hus, og Judas Mænd er hans Yndlingsplantning. Han vented på Retfærd se, der kom Letfærd, han vented på Lov se, Skrig over Rov!
8 Woe [to] those joining house to house, They bring field near to field, Until there is no place, And you have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!
Ve dem, der føjer Hus til Hus, dem, der lægger Mark til Mark, så der ikke er Plads tilbage, men kun I har Landet i Eje.
9 Do many houses not become a desolation by the weapons of YHWH of Hosts? Great and good without inhabitant!
Det lyder i mine Ører fra Hærskarers HERRE: "For vist skal de mange Huse blive øde, de store og smukke skal ingen bebo;
10 For ten acres of vineyard yield one bath, And a homer of seed yields an ephah.
thi på ti Tønder Vinland skal høstes en Bat, af en Homers Udsæd skal høstes en Efa.
11 Woe [to] those rising early in the morning, They pursue strong drink! Lingering in twilight, wine inflames them!
Ve dem, der årle jager efter Drik og ud på Natten blusser af Vin!
12 And harp, and stringed instrument, tambourine, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And they do not behold the work of YHWH, Indeed, they have not seen the work of His hands.
Med Citre og Harper holder de Gilde, med Håndpauker, Fløjter og Vin, men ser ikke HERRENs Gerning, har ej Syn for hans Hænders Værk.
13 Therefore my people removed without knowledge, And its honorable ones are famished, And its multitude dried up of thirst.
Derfor skal mit Folk føres bort, før det ved det, dets Adel blive Hungerens Bytte, dets Hob vansmægte af Tørst.
14 Therefore Sheol has enlarged herself, And has opened her mouth without limit. And its honor has gone down, and its multitude, And its noise, and its exulting one—into her. (Sheol h7585)
Derfor vokser Dødsrigets Gridskhed, det spiler sit Gab uden Grænse; dets Stormænd styrter derned, dets larmende, lystige Slæng. (Sheol h7585)
15 And the low is bowed down, and the high humbled, And the eyes of the haughty become low,
Mennesket bøjes, og Manden ydmyges, de stolte slår Øjnene ned;
16 And YHWH of Hosts is high in judgment, And the Holy God sanctified in righteousness,
men Hærskarers HERRE ophøjes ved Dommen, den hellige Gud bliver helliget ved Retfærd.
17 And lambs have fed according to their leading, And sojourners consume wastelands of the fat ones.
Og der går Får på Græs, Geder afgnaver omkomnes Tomter.
18 Woe [to] those drawing out iniquity with cords of vanity, And as [with] thick ropes of the cart—sin.
Ve dem, der trækker Straffen hid med Brødens Skagler og Syndebod hid som med Vognreb,
19 Who are saying, “Let Him hurry, Let Him hurry His work, that we may see, And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel Draw near and come, and we know.”
som siger: "Lad ham skynde sig, haste med sit Værk, så vi får det at se; lad Israels Helliges Råd dog komme snart, at vi kan kende det!"
20 Woe [to] those saying to evil “good,” and to good “evil,” Putting darkness for light, and light for darkness, Putting bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.
Ve dem, der kalder ondt for godt og godt for ondt, gør Mørke til Lys og Lys til Mørke, gør beskt til sødt og sødt til beskt!
21 Woe [to] the wise in their own eyes, And—before their own faces—intelligent!
Ve dem, der tykkes sig vise og er kloge i egne Tanker!
22 Woe [to] the mighty to drink wine, And men of strength to mingle strong drink.
Ve dem, der er Helte til at drikke Vin og vældige til at blande stærke Drikke,
23 Declaring righteous the wicked for a bribe, And the righteousness of the righteous They turn aside from him.
som for Gave giver den skyldige Ret og røver den skyldfri Retten, han har.
24 Therefore, as a tongue of fire devours stubble, And flaming hay falls, Their root is as muck, And their flower goes up as dust. Because they have rejected the Law of YHWH of Hosts, And despised the saying of the Holy One of Israel.
Derfor, som Ildens Tunge æder Strå og Hø synker sammen i Luen, så skal deres Rod blive rådden, deres Blomst henvejres som Støv; thi om Hærskarers HERRERs Lov lod de hånt og ringeagted Israels Helliges Ord.
25 Therefore the anger of YHWH has burned among His people, And He stretches out His hand against it, And strikes it, and the mountains tremble, And their carcass is as filth in the midst of the out-places. With all this His anger did not turn back, And still His hand is stretched out!
Så blusser da HERRENs Vrede mod hans Folk, og han udrækker Hånden imod det og slår det, så Bjergene skælver og Ligene ligger som Skarn på Gaden. Men trods alt har hans Vrede ej lagt sig, hans Hånd er fremdeles rakt ud.
26 And He lifted up an ensign to the far-off nations, And hissed to it from the end of the earth, And behold, with haste, it comes swiftly.
For et Folk i det fjerne løfter han Banner og fløjter det hid fra Jordens Ende; og se, det kommer hastigt og let.
27 There is none weary, nor stumbling in it, It does not slumber, nor sleep, Nor has the girdle of its loins been opened, Nor the strap of its sandals drawn away.
Ingen iblandt dem er træt eller snubler, ingen blunder, og ingen sover; Bæltet om Lænden løsnes ikke, Skoens Rem springer ikke op;
28 Whose arrows [are] sharp, and all its bows bent, Hooves of its horses have been reckoned as flint, And its wheels as a windstorm!
hvæssede er dets Pile, alle dets Buer spændte; som Flint er Hestenes Hove, dets Vognhjul som Hvirvelvind.
29 Its roaring [is] like a lioness, It roars like young lions, And it howls, and seizes prey, And carries away safely, and there is none delivering.
Det har et Brøl som en Løve, brøler som unge Løver, brummende griber det Byttet, bjærger det, ingen kan fri det.
30 And it howls against it in that day as the howling of a sea, And it has looked attentively to the land, And behold, darkness—distress, And light has been darkened by its abundance!
Men på hin Dag skal der bryde en Brummen løs imod det, som når Havet brummer; og skuer det ud over Jorden, se, da er der Trængselsmørke, Lyset slukkes af tykke Skyer.
