Isaiah 60
1 Arise, shine, for your light has come, And the glory of YHWH has risen on you.
Gør dig rede, bliv Lys, thi dit Lys er kommet, HERRENS Herlighed er oprundet over dig.
2 For behold, the darkness covers the earth, And thick darkness the peoples, And YHWH rises on you, And His glory is seen on you.
Thi se, Mørke skjuler Jorden og Dunkelhed Folkene, men over dig skal HERREN oprinde, over dig skal hans Herlighed ses.
3 And nations have come to your light, And kings to the brightness of your rising.
Til dit Lys skal Folkene vandre, og Konger til dit straalende Skær.
4 “Lift up your eyes around and see, All of them have been gathered, they have come to you, Your sons come from afar, And your daughters are supported on the side.
Løft Øjnene, se dig om, de samles, kommer alle til dig. Dine Sønner kommer fra det fjerne, dine Døtre bæres paa Hofte;
5 Then you see, and have become bright, And your heart has been afraid and enlarged, For the multitude of the sea turn to you, The forces of nations come to you.
da straaler dit Øje af Glæde, dit Hjerte banker og svulmer; thi Havets Skatte bliver dine, til dig kommer Folkenes Rigdom;
6 A multitude of camels covers you, Dromedaries of Midian and Ephah, All of them from Sheba come, They carry gold and frankincense, And they proclaim the praises of YHWH.
Kamelernes Vrimmel skjuler dig, Midjans og Efas Foler, de kommer alle fra Saba; Guld og Røgelse bærer de og kundgør HERRENS Pris;
7 All the flock of Kedar are gathered to you, The rams of Nebaioth serve you, They ascend My altar for acceptance, And I beautify the house of My beauty.
alt Kedars Smaakvæg samles til dig, dig tjener Nebajots Vædre, til mit Velbehag ofres de til mig, mit Bedehus herliggøres.
8 Who [are] these—they fly as a thick cloud, And as doves to their windows?
Hvem flyver mon der som Skyer, som Duer til Dueslag?
9 Surely islands wait for Me, And ships of Tarshish first, To bring your sons from afar, Their silver and their gold with them, To the Name of your God YHWH, And to the Holy One of Israel, Because He has beautified you.
Det er Skibe, der kommer med Hast, i Spidsen er Tarsisskibe, for at bringe dine Sønner fra det fjerne; deres Sølv og Guld har de med til HERREN din Guds Navn, Israels Hellige, han gør dig herlig.
10 And sons of a stranger have built your walls, And their kings serve you, For in My wrath I have struck you, And in My good pleasure I have pitied you.
Udlændinge skal bygge dine Mure, og tjene dig skal deres Konger; thi i Vrede slog jeg dig vel, men i Naade forbarmer Jeg mig over dig.
11 And your gates have continually opened, They are not shut by day and by night, To bring the force of nations to you, Even their kings are led.
Dine Porte holdes altid aabne, de lukkes hverken Dag eller Nat, at Folkenes Rigdom kan bringes dig med deres Konger som Førere.
12 For the nation and the kingdom that does not serve you perishes, Indeed, the nations are utterly desolated.
Thi det Folk og Rige, som ikke tjener dig, skal gaa til Grunde, og Folkene skal lægges øde i Bund og Grund.
13 The glory of Lebanon comes to you, Fir, pine, and box together, To beautify the place of My sanctuary, And I make the place of My feet honorable.
Til dig skal Libanons Herlighed komme, baade Cypresser og Elm og Gran, for at smykke min Helligdoms Sted, saa jeg ærer mine Fødders Skammel.
14 And the sons of those afflicting you Have come to you, bowing down, And all despising you Have bowed themselves to the soles of your feet, And they have cried to you: The City of YHWH, Zion of the Holy One of Israel!
Dine Undertrykkeres Sønner kommer bøjet til dig, og alle, som haaned dig, kaster sig ned for din Fod og kalder dig HERRENS By, Israels Helliges Zion.
15 Instead of your being forsaken and hated, And none passing through, I have made you for a continuous excellence, A joy of generation and generation.
Medens du før var forladt og hadet, saa ingen drog gennem dig, gør jeg dig til evig Højhed, til Glæde fra Slægt til Slægt.
16 And you have sucked the milk of nations, Indeed, you suckle the breast of kings, And you have known that I, YHWH, Your Savior, and Your Redeemer, [Am] the Mighty One of Jacob.
Du skal indsuge Folkenes Mælk og die Kongernes Bryst. Du skal kende, at jeg, HERREN, er din Frelser, din Genløser Jakobs Vældige.
17 Instead of the bronze I bring in gold, And instead of the iron I bring in silver, And instead of the wood bronze, And instead of the stone iron, And I have made your inspection peace, And your exactors righteousness.
Guld sætter jeg i Stedet for Kobber og Sølv i Stedet for Jern, Kobber i Stedet for Træ og Jern i Stedet for Sten. Til din Øvrighed sætter jeg Fred, til Hersker over dig Retfærd.
18 Violence is not heard in your land anymore, Spoiling and destruction in your borders, And you have called your walls Salvation, And your gates Praise.
Der høres ej mer i dit Land om Uret, om Vold og Ufærd inden dine Grænser; du kalder Frelse dine Mure og Lovsang dine Porte.
19 The sun is no longer your light by day, And for brightness the moon does not give light to you, And YHWH has become to you A continuous light, and your God your beauty.
Ej mer skal Solen være dit Lys eller Maanen Skinne for dig: HERREN skal være dit Lys for evigt, din Gud skal være din Herlighed.
20 Your sun goes in no more, And your moon is not removed, For YHWH becomes a continuous light to you. And the days of your mourning have been completed.
Din Sol skal ej mer gaa ned, din Maane skal ej tage af; thi HERREN skal være dit Lys for evigt, dine Sørgedage har Ende.
21 And all your people [are] righteous, They possess the earth for all time, A branch of My planting, A work of My hands, to be beautified.
Enhver i dit Folk er retfærdig, evigt ejer de Landet, et Skud, som HERREN har plantet, hans Hænders Værk, til hans Ære.
22 The little one becomes a chief, And the small one a mighty nation, I, YHWH, hurry it in its own time!”
Den mindste bliver en Stamme, den ringeste et talrigt Folk. Jeg er HERREN; naar Tid er inde, vil jeg fremme det i Hast.
