Isaiah 40
1 "Comfort, comfort my people," says your God.
Trøysta, trøysta mitt folk! Segjer dykkar 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 Jehovah's hand double for all her sins."
Tala mildt til Jerusalem, og ropa til henne, at striden hennar er enda, at skuldi hennar er kvitta, at ho hev fenge av Herren tvifelt for alle sine synder.
3 The voice of one who calls out in the wilderness, "Prepare the way of Jehovah. Make his roads straight.
Høyr, det ropar: «Brøyt i heidi veg for Herren! Jamna til i øydemarki gata for vår 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.
Kvar ein dal skal hevjast, kvart eit berg og bakke jamnast, haugarne verta ei sletta, og hamrarne verta til flatland.
5 And the glory of Jehovah will be revealed, and all humanity will see the salvation of God together; for the mouth of Jehovah has spoken."
Herrens herlegdom skal te seg, alt kjøt skal det få sjå. For Herrens munn hev tala.»
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.
Høyr, det segjer: «Preika!» Svarar ein: «Kva skal eg preika?» «Alt kjøt er gras, og alt dess ynde som blom på marki.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because Jehovah's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.
Graset visnar, blomen folnar, når Herrens ande blæs på deim. Ja, i sanning, folk er gras.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of Jehovah stands forever."
Graset visnar, blomen folnar, men ordet frå vår Gud stend æveleg.»
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 upp på høge fjellet, du Sion, fagnadbod! Lat røysti ljoma sterkt, Jerusalem, du gledebod! Lat ljoma, ræddast ei! Seg det til Judas byar: «Sjå der er dykkar Gud!»
10 Look, Jehovah will come as a mighty one, and his arm will rule for him. Look, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him.
Sjå, Herren, Herren kjem, den sterke, og med sin arm han ter si magt. Si løn han fører med seg, og fyre gjeng dei han hev vunne.
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.
Som hyrding gjæter buskap sin, han sankar deim i armen, smålambi ber ved barmen, og leider møderne vart og lint.
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?
Kven hev vatnet mælt i sin love, og yver himmelen spanna, og jordmoldi mælt i kanna, og vege fjell på bismar, og haugarne lagt på skålvegt?
13 Who has known the mind of Jehovah, or who has instructed him as his counselor?
Kven hev rettleidt Herrens ande? Kven gjev honom råd og lærdom?
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?
Kven tok han på råd til å gjeve seg skyn, til å lære seg rette vegen, og læra seg kunnskap og visa seg vegen til vit?
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.
Nei, folki er som ein drope på vatsspann, som dust i skålvegt dei reknast, og øylandi føykjer han som fjom.
16 Lebanon is not sufficient to burn, nor its animals sufficient for a burnt offering.
Libanon hev ikkje nok av ved, og ikkje offerdyr nok.
17 All the nations are like nothing before him. They are regarded by him as less than nothing, and vanity.
Som inkje er alle folki for honom, han reknar deim for tome inkjevetta.
18 To whom then will you liken God? Or what likeness will you compare to him?
Kven vil de då likna Gud med? Kva bilæte setja ved sida?
19 A workman has cast an image, and the goldsmith overlays it with gold, and casts silver chains for it.
Bilætet, det støyper meisteren, og gullsmeden gyller det, og støyper sylvkjedor til det.
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.
Er ein for arm til slik ei gåva, vel han seg tre som ikkje morknar, og leitar upp ein dugleg meister, som set eit stødigt bilæt’ upp.
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?
Skynar de ikkje? Høyrer de ikkje? Er det’kje meldt dykk frå fyrste stund? Greider de ikkje jorderiks grunnar?
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 sit høgt yver jordheims-kringen, dei som der bur, er som grashoppesverm. Himmelen breidde han ut som ein florduk, spana han ut som eit tjeld til å bu i.
23 who brings princes to nothing; who makes the judges of the earth meaningless.
Hovdingar gjer han til ingen ting, domarar på jordi til inkjevetta.
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.
Knapt er dei planta, knapt er dei sådde, knapt hev dei rotfest i jordi sin stomn, fyrr han andar på deim, og dei visnar, stormen føykjer deim burt som strå.
25 "To whom then will you liken me? Who is my equal?" says the Holy One.
Kven vil de likna meg med, so eg honom liktest? den Heilage segjer.
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.
Lyft dykkar augo mot høgdi, og sjå kven hev som desse hev skapt! Han som mynstrer heren deira, nemner deim alle på namn. Stor i velde og sterk i kraft ikkje han saknar ein.
27 Why do you say, Jacob, and why do you assert, Israel, "My way is hidden from Jehovah, and the justice due me is disregarded by my God?"
Kvi vil du segja, Jakob, og tala so, Israel: «Min veg er løynd for Herren, og min rett kjem burt for min Gud?»
28 And now, haven't you known? Haven't you heard? The everlasting God, Jehovah, the Creator of the farthest parts of the earth, doesn't faint. He isn't weary. His understanding is unsearchable.
Hev du’kje skyna det? Hev du’kje høyrt det? Herren han er ein æveleg Gud, han hev skapt den vide verdi. Han vert ikkje trøytt, han vert ikkje mod, hans vit kann ingen grunda ut.
29 He gives power to the weak. He increases the strength of him who has no might.
Han gjev den trøytte kraft og aukar styrken for magtlaus mann.
30 Even the youths faint and get weary, and the young men utterly fall;
Gutar vert trøytte og mode, og unge karar lyt snåva.
31 But those who wait for Jehovah 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.
Men dei som vonar på Herren, fær atter kraft, dei fær nye vengjefjører som ørnar. Dei spring og trøytnar ikkje, dei gjeng og mødest ei.
