Isaiah 23
1 The burden of Tyre. Howl, you ships of Tarshish. For it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in. From the land of Kittim it is revealed to them.
Profeti imod Tyrus. Hyler, I Tharsis's Skibe! thi den er ødelagt, saa der ikke er et Hus, og saa at ingen kommer derind; fra Kithims Land kundgøres dette for dem.
2 Be still, you inhabitants of the coast, you whom the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.
Tier, I Indbyggere paa Øen, som Zidons Købmænd, der fore over Havet, fyldte!
3 On great waters, the seed of the Shihor, the harvest of the Nile, was her revenue. She was the market of nations.
Over de store Vande blev Sæden ved Sikor, Høsten ved Strømmen, dens Indkomst; og den var Hedningernes Stapelstad.
4 Be ashamed, Sidon; for the sea has spoken, the stronghold of the sea, saying, "I have not travailed, nor brought forth, neither have I nourished young men, nor brought up virgins."
Skam dig, Zidon! thi Havet, Befæstningen ved Havet, siger: Jeg har ikke været i Fødselsnød og har ikke født og ikke opdraget unge Karle og ikke opfødt Jomfruer.
5 When the report comes to Egypt, they will be in anguish at the report of Tyre.
Saa si art Rygtet naar Ægypten, skulle de blive bange ved Rygtet om Tyrus.
6 Pass over to Tarshish. Wail, you inhabitants of the coast.
Farer over til Tharsis, hyler, I Indbyggere paa Øen!
7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her far away to travel?
Er dette eders jublende Stad, den, hvis Udspring er fra Oldtid, den, hvis Fødder føre den ud, langt bort til at være fremmed?
8 Who has planned this against Tyre, the giver of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?
Hvo har besluttet dette over Tyrus, den, som uddelte Kroner, den, hvis Købmænd vare Fyrster, den, hvis Kræmmere vare de herligste paa Jorden?
9 YHWH of hosts has planned it, to defile all the pride of glory, to shame all the honored of the earth.
Den Herre Zebaoth har besluttet det for at nedslaa al denne dejlige Herlighed, for at gøre de herlige paa Jorden ringe.
10 Cultivate your land like the Nile, daughter of Tarshish; there is no restraint any more.
Far igennem dit Land som Strømmen, du Tharsis's Datter! der er intet Bælte ydermere.
11 He has stretched out his hand over the sea. He has shaken the kingdoms. YHWH has ordered the destruction of Canaan's strongholds.
Han udrakte sin Haand over Havet, han bragte Rigerne til at bæve; Herren bød om Kanaan at ødelægge dens Befæstninger.
12 He said, "You shall rejoice no more, you oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim. Even there you will have no rest."
Og han sagde: Du skal ikke blive ved at fryde dig ydermere, du voldtagne Jomfru, Zidons Datter! gør dig rede, drag hen over til Kithim; men end ikke der skal du have Hvile.
13 Look, the land of the Chaldeans, these people who have become nothing. The Assyrians have made it a home for wild animals. They set up their siege towers, they tore down her palaces, they made her a ruin.
Se, Kaldæernes Land — der er Folket, som ikke længe har været til, Assur har grundlagt det for Ørkenens Børn — de have oprejst Vagttaarne, nedbrudt dens Paladser, gjort den til en Stenhob.
14 Howl, you ships of Tarshish, for your stronghold is laid waste.
Hyler, I Tharsis's Skibe! thi eders Befæstning er forstyrret.
15 It will come to pass in that day that Tyre will be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. After the end of seventy years it will be to Tyre like in the song of the prostitute.
Og det skal ske paa den Dag, da skal Tyrus blive glemt halvfjerdsindstyve Aar, som ere en Konges Dage; men naar halvfjerdsindstyve Aar ere til Ende, skal det gaa Tyrus efter Skøgevisen:
16 Take a harp; go about the city, you prostitute that has been forgotten. Make sweet melody. Sing many songs, that you may be remembered.
„Tag Harpe, gak omkring i Staden, du glemte Skøge! leg smukt paa Strenge, syng meget, paa det du maa ihukommes!‟
17 It will happen after the end of seventy years that YHWH will visit Tyre, and she shall return to her wages, and will play the prostitute with all the kingdoms of the world on the surface of the earth.
Og det skal ske, efter at halvfjerdsindstyve Aar ere til Ende, da skal Herren besøge Tyrus, og den skal komme til sin Fortjeneste igen og bole med alle Riger paa Jorden, paa Jordens Kreds.
18 Her merchandise and her wages will be holiness to YHWH. It will not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise will be for those who dwell before YHWH, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.
Men dens Købmandsskab og dens Fortjeneste skal være Herren helliget, det skal ikke samles til Liggendefæ, ej heller henlægges; thi de, som bo for Herrens Ansigt, skulle have dens Købmandsskab, at de maa æde og blive mætte og kunne klæde sig herligt.
