Isaiah 63
1 Who [is] this coming from Edom? With dyed garments from Bozrah? This that is honorable in His clothing, Traveling in the abundance of His power? “I, speaking in righteousness, mighty to save.”
Kven er dette som kjem frå Edom, frå Bosra i raude klæde, so brikjen i bunaden sin, so staut i si store kraft? «Det er eg, eg som talar rettferd, som er megtig til å frelsa.»
2 Why [is] Your clothing red? And Your garments as treading in a winepress?
Kvifor er bunaden din so raud, og klædi som trødde du vinpersa?
3 “I have trodden a wine vat by Myself, And of the peoples there is no one with Me, And I tread them in My anger, And I trample them in My fury, Their strength is sprinkled on My garments, And I have defiled all My clothing.
«Eg trødde persa åleine, og ingen av folki var med meg. So trødde eg på deim i vreide og trakka deim sund i min harm. Då skvatt deira blod på klædi mine, og eg sulka heile min klædnad.
4 For the day of vengeance [is] in My heart, And the year of My redeemed has come.
For ein hemnedag var i min hug, og mitt utløysingsår var kome.
5 And I look attentively, and there is none helping, And I am astonished that there is none supporting, And My own arm gives salvation to Me. And My wrath—it has supported Me.
Eg såg meg um, det var ingen som hjelpte, og eg undrast på at ingen meg studde, då hjelpte meg min arm, og min harm var meg til studnad,
6 And I tread down peoples in My anger, And I make them drunk in My fury, And I bring down their strength to earth.”
og eg trakka ned folkeslag i min vreide og gjorde deim drukne i min harm, deira blod let eg renna på jordi.»
7 I make mention of the kind acts of YHWH, The praises of YHWH, According to all that YHWH has done for us, And the abundance of the goodness to the house of Israel, That He has done for them, According to His mercies, And according to the abundance of His kind acts.
Herrens miskunn vil eg prisa, Herrens storverk, etter alt det Herren hev gjort oss og hans store godleik mot Israels hus, som han viste deim i si miskunn og sin store nåde.
8 And He says, “Surely they [are] My people, Sons—they do not lie,” and He is to them for a Savior.
Han sagde: «Dei er mitt folk, trufaste borni.» Og han vart deira frelsar.
9 In all their distress [He is] no adversary, And the Messenger of His Presence saved them, In His love and in His pity He redeemed them, And He lifts them up, And carries them all the days of old.
I all deira trengsla var ingi trengsla, hans åsyns engel frelste deim; i sin kjærleik og si milda han løyste deim ut, han tok deim upp, og han bar deim alle fordoms dagar.
10 And they have been rebellious and have grieved His Holy Spirit, And He turns to them for an enemy, He Himself has fought against them.
Men dei var stride og harma hans heilage ande, då gjordest han um til fiend’, sjølv stridde han mot deim.
11 And He remembers the days of old, Moses—his people. Where [is] He who is bringing them up from the sea, The shepherd of His flock? Where [is] He who is putting in its midst His Holy Spirit?
Då fordoms dagar då tenkte hans folk på Moses: Kvar er han som deim førde or havet med sin buskaps hyrding? Kvar er han som gav deim i barmen sin heilage ande,
12 Leading by the right hand of Moses, the arm of His glory, Cleaving waters from before them, To make to Himself a continuous Name.
som let fara ved Mose sida sin herlege arm, som kløyvde vatnet framfor deim, so han skapte seg eit æveleg namn,
13 Leading them through the depths, They do not stumble as a horse in a plain.
han som førde deim gjenom djupet som ein hest yver heidi, so ikkje dei snåva?
14 As a beast goes down into a valley, The Spirit of YHWH causes him to rest, So You have led Your people, To make to Yourself a glorious Name.
Liksom buskapen gjeng ned i dalen, førde Herrens ande deim til ro; ja, so hev du ført ditt folk og skapt deg eit herleg namn.
15 Look attentively from the heavens, And see from Your holy and beautiful habitation, Where [is] Your zeal and Your might? The multitude of Your bowels and Your mercies—Are they restrained?
Skoda ned frå himmelen, sjå, frå din heilage, herlege bustad! Kvar er din brennhug, di kraft? Di rørsla i barmen, di miskunn held seg att imot meg.
16 For You [are] our Father, For Abraham has not known us, And Israel does not acknowledge us, You, O YHWH, [are] our Father, Our Redeemer from the Age, [is] Your Name.
For du er vår fader, for Abraham veit ikkje um oss, og Israel kjenner oss ikkje. Men du, Herre, er vår fader, «Vår utløysar» du heiter frå gamalt.
17 Why cause us to wander, O YHWH, from Your ways? You harden our heart from Your fear, Turn back for Your servants’ sake, The tribes of Your inheritance.
Kvi let du oss vildra, Herre, frå dine vegar? Kvi gjer du vårt hjarta hardt, so me ikkje ottast deg? Vend att for dine tenarar skuld, for ætterne i din arvlut!
18 For a little while Your holy people possessed, Our adversaries have trodden down Your sanctuary.
Eit lite bil hev ditt heilage folk havt si eiga, so trakka våre uvener ned din heilagdom.
19 We have been from of old, You have not ruled over them, Your Name is not called on them!
Det hev vorte med oss som du aldri hadde rådt yver oss, som ditt namn hadde ei vore nemnt yver oss.
