Isaiah 40
1 "Comfort, comfort my people," says your God.
Trøster, trøster mit Folk, 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 YHWH's hand double for all her sins."
taler kærligt til Jerusalem og raaber til den, at dens Strid er fuldendt, at dens Skyld er betalt, at den har faaet dobbelt af Herrens Haand uagtet alle dens Synder.
3 The voice of one who calls out in the wilderness, "Prepare the way of YHWH. Make his roads straight.
Der er en Røst af en, som raaber i Ørken: Bereder Herrens Vej, jævner vor Guds banede Vej paa den slette Mark!
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 hæves, og hvert Bjerg og hver Høj skal sænkes; og hvad som er bakket, skal blive jævnt, og det knudrede skal blive som en Slette.
5 And the glory of YHWH will be revealed, and all humanity will see the salvation of God together; for the mouth of YHWH has spoken."
Og Herrens Herlighed skal aabenbares; og alt Kød til Hobe skal se det; thi Herrens Mund har talt.
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 er en Røst af en, som siger: Raab! og der svares: Hvad skal jeg raabe? Alt Kød er Hø, og al dets Ynde er som et Blomster paa Marken.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because YHWH's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.
Høet bliver tørt, Blomsteret falder af; thi Herrens Aande blæser derpaa, ja visselig er Folket Hø.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of YHWH stands forever."
Høet bliver tørt, Blomsteret falder af, men vor Guds Ord bestaar 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."
Du, som bærer Zion et godt Budskab, stig op paa et højt Bjerg! du, som bærer Jerusalem et godt Budskab, opløft din Røst med Magt, opløft den, og frygt ikke; sig til Judas Stæder: Se, eders Gud!
10 Look, YHWH 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, Herre skal komme med Vælde, og hans Arm hersker for ham; se, hans Løn er med ham, og Gengældelsen fra ham er for hans Ansigt.
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 en Hyrde skal han vogte sin Hjord, samle Lammene i sin Arm og bære dem i sit Skød; han skal lede de Faar, som give Die.
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 har maalt Vandet med sin hule Haand? og afmaalt Himmelen i Spand? og samlet Jordens Støv i Tredingsmaal? hvo har vejet Bjergene med Vægt og Højene paa Vægtskaale?
13 Who has known the mind of YHWH, or who has instructed him as his counselor?
Hvo har udmaalt Herrens Aand, og hvo har som hans Raadgiver undervist ham?
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?
Med hvem har han raadført sig, som har givet ham Forstand og lært ham Rettens Vej og lært ham Kundskab og undervist ham om Visdommens 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, Folkefærd ere agtede for ham som en Draabe af en Spand og som et Gran i Vægtskaalen; se, Øer hæver han i Vejret som fint Støv.
16 Lebanon is not sufficient to burn, nor its animals sufficient for a burnt offering.
Og Libanon er ikke nok til Brændsel og Dyr der ikke nok til Brændoffer.
17 All the nations are like nothing before him. They are regarded by him as less than nothing, and vanity.
Alle Folkefærd ere som intet for ham; de ere agtede for ham som intet og som Tomhed.
18 To whom then will you liken God? Or what likeness will you compare to him?
Ved hvem ville I da ligne Gud? eller under hvilken Lignelse ville I fremstille ham?
19 A workman has cast an image, and the goldsmith overlays it with gold, and casts silver chains for it.
En Mester støber et Billede og en Guldsmed beslaar det med Guld, og en anden Guldsmed støber Sølvkæder.
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.
Hvo som er for fattig til saadan en Gave, udvælger Træ, som ikke raadner; han søger sig en dygtig Mester til at berede et Billede, som ikke vakler.
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?
Ville I ikke forstaa? ville I ikke høre? er det ikke forkyndt eder fra Begyndelsen? have I ikke forstaaet, af hvem Jordens Grundvold er 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 er den, som sidder over Jordens Kreds, og de, som bo derpaa, ere som Græshopper; han, der udspænder Himlene som et tyndt Tæppe og udbreder dem som et Telt til at bo udi;
23 who brings princes to nothing; who makes the judges of the earth meaningless.
han, som gør Fyrsterne til intet og gør Jordens Dommere til tomme Navne.
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.
Næppe ere de plantede, næppe ere de saaede, og næppe er deres Stub rodfæstet i Jorden: Saa blæser han paa dem, og de blive tørre, og en Storm tager dem bort som Halm.
25 "To whom then will you liken me? Who is my equal?" says the Holy One.
Hvem ville I da ligne mig ved, som jeg skulde være lig? 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.
Opløfter eders Øjne imod det høje og ser: Hvo skabte disse Ting? han som udfører deres Hær efter Tal; han kalder dem alle ved Navn; formedelst hans vældige Magt og store Kraft fattes ikke een.
27 Why do you say, Jacob, and why do you assert, Israel, "My way is hidden from YHWH, and the justice due me is disregarded by my God?"
Hvorfor vil du, Jakob, sige, og du, Israel, tale: Min Vej er skjult for Herren, og min Ret gaar min Gud forbi?
28 And now, haven't you known? Haven't you heard? The everlasting God, YHWH, the Creator of the farthest parts of the earth, doesn't faint. He isn't weary. His understanding is unsearchable.
Ved du ikke, eller har du ikke hørt det? en evig Gud er Herren, han har skabt Jordens Ender, han kan ikke blive træt, ej heller vansmægte; hans Forstand er uransagelig.
29 He gives power to the weak. He increases the strength of him who has no might.
Han giver den trætte Kraft og formerer Styrke hos den, som ingen Kræfter har.
30 Even the youths faint and get weary, and the young men utterly fall;
De unge skulle blive trætte og vansmægte, og Ungersvende skulle falde brat.
31 But those who wait for YHWH 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 de, som forvente Herren, skulle forny deres Kraft, de skulle opfare med Vinger som Ørnene, de skulle løbe og ikke vansmægte, gaa frem og ikke blive trætte.
