Isaiah 38
1 In those days was Hezekiah sick and near death. Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, "Thus says Jehovah, 'Set your house in order, for you will die, and not live.'"
Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: »Saa siger HERREN: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve!«
2 Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to Jehovah,
Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad saaledes til HERREN:
3 and said, "Remember now, Jehovah, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight." Hezekiah wept bitterly.
»Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Aasyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!« Og Ezekias græd højt.
4 Then the word of Jehovah came to Isaiah, saying,
Da kom HERRENS Ord til Esajas saaledes:
5 "Go, and tell Hezekiah, 'Thus says Jehovah, the God of David your father, "I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Look, I will add fifteen years to your life.
»Gaa hen og sig til Ezekias: Saa siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Taarer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten Aar til dit Liv
6 I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.
og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Haand og værne om denne By!
7 This shall be the sign to you from Jehovah, that Jehovah will do this thing that he has spoken.
Og Tegnet fra HERREN paa, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:
8 Look, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which has gone down with the sun on the upper steps of Ahaz, to go backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the sundial on which it had gone down."'"
Se, jeg vil lade Skyggen gaa de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen paa Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!« Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage paa Soluret.
9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered of his sickness.
En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig af sin Sygdom:
10 I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years." (Sheol h7585)
Jeg tænkte: Bort maa jeg gaa i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste Aar. (Sheol h7585)
11 I said, "I won't see Jehovah in the land of the living. I will not look on humankind any longer with the inhabitants of the world.
Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
min Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Traaden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,
13 I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
jeg skriger til Daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig hen fra Dag til Nat.
14 I chip like a swallow or a thrush. I moan like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Jehovah, I am oppressed. Be my security."
Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Taarer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!
15 What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
Hvad skal jeg sige? Han talede til mig, og selv greb han ind. For Bitterhedens Skyld i min Sjæl vil jeg vandre sagtelig alle mine Aar.
16 Jehovah is against them, but they live, and all of them who live have his spirit. Restore me to health and let me live.
Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Aand, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!
17 Look, for peace I had great anguish, but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
Se, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skaaned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du bag din Ryg.
18 For Sheol can't praise you. And death can't celebrate you. And those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth. (Sheol h7585)
Thi Dødsriget takker dig ikke, dig lover ej Døden, paa din Miskundhed haaber ej de, der synker i Graven. (Sheol h7585)
19 The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day. The father shall make known your truth to the children.
Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.
20 Jehovah will save me. Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.
HERRE, frels os! Saa vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENS Hus.
21 Now Isaiah had said, "Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a poultice on the boil, and he shall recover."
Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster paa det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.
22 Hezekiah also had said, "What is the sign that I will go up to the house of Jehovah?"
Og Ezekias sagde: »Hvad er Tegnet paa, at jeg skal gaa op til HERRENS Hus?«
