Isaiah 40
1 "Comfort, comfort my people," says your God.
Trøst, ja trøst mit Folk, saa siger eders Gud,
2 "Speak tenderly to Jerusalem; and call out to her that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned, that she has received of the LORD's hand double for all her sins."
tal Jerusalem kærligt til og raab kun til det, at nu er dets Strid til Ende, dets Skyld betalt, tvefold Straf har det faaet af HERRENS Haand for alle sine Synder.
3 The voice of one who calls out in the wilderness, "Prepare the way of the LORD. Make his roads straight.
I Ørkenen raaber en Røst: »Ban HERRENS Vej, jævn i det øde Land en Højvej for vor Gud!
4 Every valley will be filled, and every mountain and hill will be made low, and the uneven will be made level, and the rough places a plain.
Hver Dal skal højnes, hvert Bjerg, hver Høj skal sænkes, bakket Land blive fladt og Fjeldvæg til Slette.
5 And the glory of the LORD will be revealed, and all humanity will see the salvation of God together; for the mouth of the LORD has spoken."
Aabenbares skal HERRENS Herlighed, alt Kød til Hobe skal se den. Thi HERRENS Mund har talet.«
6 The voice of one saying, "Cry." And I said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.
Der lyder en Røst, som siger: »Raab!« Jeg svarer: »Hvad skal jeg raabe?« »Alt Kød til Hobe er Græs, al dets Ynde som Markens Blomst;
7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because the LORD's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.
Græsset tørres, Blomsten visner, naar HERRENS Aande blæser derpaa; visselig, Folket er Græs,
8 The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of the LORD stands forever."
Græsset tørres, Blomsten visner, men vor Guds Ord bliver evindelig.«
9 You who tell good news to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who tell good news to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with strength. Lift it up. Do not be afraid. Say to the cities of Judah, "Look, your God."
Stig op paa højen Bjerg, du Zions Glædesbud, løft din Røst med Kraft, du Jerusalems Glædesbud, løft den uden Frygt og sig til Judas Byer: »Se eders Gud!«
10 Look, the LORD will come as a mighty one, and his arm will rule for him. Look, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him.
Se, den Herre HERREN kommer med Vælde, han hersker med sin Arm. Se, hans Løn er med ham, hans Vinding foran ham,
11 He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will gather the lambs in his arm, and carry them in his bosom. He will gently lead those who have their young.
han vogter sin Hjord som en Hyrde, samler den med Armen, bærer Lammene i Favn og leder de diende Faar.
12 Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and marked off the sky with his span, and calculated the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?
Hvo maaler Vandet i sin Haand, afmærker med Fingerspand Himlen, maaler Jordens Støv i Skæppe og vejer Bjerge med Bismer eller i Vægtskaal Høje?
13 Who has known the mind of the LORD, or who has instructed him as his counselor?
Hvo leder HERRENS Aand, raader og lærer ham noget?
14 From whom did he take counsel with, and who instructed him, and taught him in the path of justice, and taught him knowledge, and showed him the way of understanding? Or who has first given to him, and it will be repaid to him again?
Hos hvem faar han Raad og Indsigt, hvem lærer ham Rettens Vej, hvem kan give ham Kundskab, hvem kundgør ham indsigts Vej?
15 Look, the nations are like a drop in a bucket, and are regarded as a speck of dust on a balance. Look, he lifts up the islands like a very little thing.
Se, som Draabe paa Spand er Folkene, at regne som Fnug paa Vægt, som et Gran vejer fjerne Strande.
16 Lebanon is not sufficient to burn, nor its animals sufficient for a burnt offering.
Libanon giver ej Brændsel, dets Dyr ej Brændoffer nok.
17 All the nations are like nothing before him. They are regarded by him as less than nothing, and vanity.
Alle Folk er som intet for ham, for Luft og Tomhed at regne.
18 To whom then will you liken God? Or what likeness will you compare to him?
Med hvem vil I ligne Gud, hvad stiller I op som hans Lige?
19 A workman has cast an image, and the goldsmith overlays it with gold, and casts silver chains for it.
Et Billede — det støber en Mester, en Guldsmed lægger Guld derpaa, og Sølvkæder støber en anden.
20 He who is too impoverished for such an offering chooses a tree that will not rot. He seeks a skillful workman to set up an engraved image for him that will not be moved.
Den, som vil rejse en Afgud, vælger sig Træ, som ej raadner; han søger sig en kyndig Mester til at rejse et Billede, som staar.
21 Haven't you known? Haven't you heard, yet? Haven't you been told from the beginning? Haven't you understood from the foundations of the earth?
Ved I, hører I det ikke, er det ikke forkyndt jer for længst? Har I da ikke skønnet det, fra Jordens Grundvold blev lagt?
22 It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them out like a tent to dwell in;
Han troner over Jordens Kreds, som Græshopper er dens Beboere; han udbreder Himlen som en Dug og spænder den ud som et Teltbo.
23 who brings princes to nothing; who makes the judges of the earth meaningless.
Fyrster gør han til intet, Jordens Dommere til Luft.
24 They are planted scarcely. They are sown scarcely. Their stock has scarcely taken root in the ground. He merely blows on them, and they wither, and the whirlwind takes them away as stubble.
Knap er de plantet, knap er de saaet, knap har Stiklingen Rod i Jorden, saa aander han paa dem, de visner; som Straa fejer Storm dem bort.
25 "To whom then will you liken me? Who is my equal?" says the Holy One.
Hvem vil I ligne mig med som min Ligemand? siger den Hellige.
26 Lift up your eyes on high, and see who has created these, who brings out their host by number. He calls them all by name; by the greatness of his might, and because he is strong in power, not one is lacking.
Løft eders Blik til Himlen og se: Hvo skabte disse? Han mønstrer deres Hær efter Tal, kalder hver enkelt ved Navn; saa stor er hans Kraft og Vælde, at ikke en eneste mangler.
27 Why do you say, Jacob, and why do you assert, Israel, "My way is hidden from the LORD, and the justice due me is disregarded by my God?"
Hvorfor siger du, Jakob, hvi taler du, Israel, saa: »Min Vej er skjult for HERREN, min Ret gled min Gud af Hænde.«
28 And now, haven't you known? Haven't you heard? The everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the farthest parts of the earth, doesn't faint. He isn't weary. His understanding is unsearchable.
Ved du, hørte du ikke, at HERREN er en evig Gud, den vide Jord har han skabt? Han trættes og mattes ikke, hans Indsigt udgrundes ikke;
29 He gives power to the weak. He increases the strength of him who has no might.
han giver den trætte Kraft, den svage Fylde af Styrke.
30 Even the youths faint and get weary, and the young men utterly fall;
Ynglinge trættes og mattes, Ungersvende snubler brat,
31 But those who wait for the LORD will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles. They will run, and not be weary. They will walk, and not faint.
ny Kraft faar de, der bier paa HERREN, de faar nye Svingfjer som Ørnen; de løber uden at mattes, vandrer uden at trættes.
