Isaiah 1
1 The visions of Isaiah, the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem, in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
Det Syn, Esajas, Amoz's Søn, skuede om Juda og Jerusalem, i de dage da Uzzija, Jotam, Akaz og Ezekias var Konger i Juda.
2 Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth! For Jehovah speaketh: “I have nourished and brought up children, And they have rebelled against me.
Hør, I Himle, lyt, du Jord, thi HERREN taler: Børn har jeg opfødt og fostret, men de forbrød sig imod mig.
3 The ox knoweth his owner, And the ass his master's crib; But Israel doth not know; My people do not consider.”
En Okse kender sin Ejer, et Æsel sin Herres Krybbe; men Israel kender intet, mit Folk kan intet fatte.
4 Ah, sinful nation! a people laden with iniquity! A race of evil-doers! degenerate children! They have forsaken Jehovah; they have despised the Holy One of Israel; They have gone backward.
Ve det syndefulde Folk, en brødetynget Slægt, Ugerningsmænds Æt, vanartede Børn! De svigtede HERREN, lod hånt om Israels Hellige, vendte ham Ryg.
5 Where can ye be smitten again, Since ye renew your rebellion? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint;
Kan I tåle flere Hug, siden I stadig falder fra? Kun Sår er Hovedet, sygt hele Hjertet;
6 From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it; It is all bruises, and stripes, and flesh wounds, Neither pressed, nor bound up, nor softened with ointment.
fra Fodsål til isse er intet helt kun Flænger, Strimer og friske Sår; de er ej trykket ud, ej heller forbundet og ikke lindret med Olie.
7 Your country is desolate; Your cities are burnt with fire; Your ground, strangers devour it before your eyes; It is become desolate, destroyed by an enemy.
Eders Land er øde, eders Byer brændt, fremmede æder eders Jord for eders Øjne så øde som ved Sodomas Undergang.
8 And the daughter of Zion is left as a shed in a vineyard, As a hut in a garden of cucumbers, As a besieged city.
Zions Datter er levnet som en Hytte i en Vingård, et Vagtskur i en Græskarmark en omringet By.
9 Had not Jehovah of hosts left us a small remnant, We had soon become as Sodom; We had been like to Gomorrah.
Havde ikke Hærskarers HERRE levnet os en Rest, da var vi som Sodoma, ligned Gomorra.
10 Hear ye the word of Jehovah, ye princes of Sodom! Give ear to the instruction of our God, ye people of Gomorrah!
Lån Øre til HERRENs Ord I Sodomadommere, lyt til vor Guds Åbenbaring, du Gomorrafolk!
11 What to me is the multitude of your sacrifices? saith Jehovah; I am satiated with burnt-offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; In the blood of bullocks and of lambs and of goats I have no delight.
Hvad skal jeg med alle eders Slagtofre? siger HERREN; jeg er mæt af Væderbrændofre, af Fedekalves Fedt, har ej Lyst til Blod af Okser og Lam og Bukke.
12 When ye come to appear before me, Who hath required this of you, to tread my courts?
Når I kommer at stedes for mit Åsyn, hvo kræver da af jer, at min Forgård trampes ned?
13 Bring no more false oblations! Incense is an abomination to me, The new moon also, and the sabbath, and the calling of the assembly; Iniquity and festivals I cannot endure.
Bring ej flere tomme Afgrødeofre, vederstyggelig Offerrøg er de mig! Nymånefest, Sabbat og festligt Stævne jeg afskyr Uret og festlig Samling.
14 Your new moons and your feasts my soul hateth; They are a burden to me; I am weary of bearing them.
Eders Nymånefester og Højtider hader min, Sjæl de er mig en Byrde, jeg er træt af at bære.
15 When ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you; Yea, when ye multiply prayers, I will not hear: Your hands are full of blood!
Breder I Hænderne ud, skjuler jeg Øjnene for jer. Hvor meget I så end beder, jeg hører det ikke. Eders Hænder er fulde af Blod;
16 Wash you; make you clean; Put away your evil doings from before mine eyes;
tvæt jer, rens jer, bort med de onde Gerninger fra mine Øjne! Hør op med det onde,
17 Cease to do evil; Learn to do well; Seek justice; relieve the oppressed; Defend the fatherless; plead for the widow!
lær det gode, læg Vind på, hvad Ret er; hjælp fortrykte, skaf faderløse Ret, før Enkens Sag!
18 Come, now, and let us argue together, saith Jehovah. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; Though they be red as crimson, they shall be like wool.
Kom, lad os gå i Rette med hinanden, siger HERREN. Er eders Synder som Skarlagen, de skal blive hvide som Sne; er de end røde som Purpur, de skal dog blive som Uld.
19 If ye be willing and obedient, Ye shall consume the good of the land.
Lyder I villigt, skal I æde Landets Goder;
20 But if ye refuse, and be rebellious, The sword shall consume you; For the mouth of Jehovah hath said it.
står I genstridigt imod, skal I ædes af Sværd. Thi HERRENs Mund har talt.
21 How is the faithful city become a harlot, She that was full of equity! Once justice dwelt in her, but now murderers!
At den skulde ende som Skøge, den trofaste By, Zion, så fuld af Ret, Retfærdigheds Hjem, men nu er der Mordere.
22 Thy silver is become dross; Thy wine is adulterated with water.
Dit Sølv er blevet til Slagger, din Vin er spædet med Vand.
23 Thy princes are faithless, companions of thieves; Every one of them loveth gifts, and seeketh rewards; They render not justice to the fatherless, And the cause of the widow cometh not before them.
Tøjlesløse er dine Førere, Venner med Tyve; Gaver elsker de alle, jager efter Stikpenge, skaffer ej faderløse Ret og tager sig ikke af Enkens Sag.
24 Wherefore, thus saith the Lord, Jehovah of hosts, the Mighty One of Israel: Ha! I will ease me of mine adversaries, And avenge me of mine enemies.
Derfor lyder det fra Herren, Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Vældige: "Min Gengælds Ve over Avindsmænd, min Hævn over Fjender!
25 And I will again turn my hand toward thee, And wholly purge away thy dross, And take away all thy alloy.
Jeg vender min Hånd imod dig, renser ud dine Slagger i Ovnen og udskiller alt dit Bly.
26 And I will restore thee judges, as at the first, And counsellors, as at the beginning. Then shalt thou be called the city of righteousness, the faithful city.
Jeg giver dig Dommere som fordum, Rådsherrer som før; så kaldes du Retfærdigheds By, den trofaste Stad.
27 Through justice shall Zion be delivered, And her reformed sons through righteousness.
Zion genløses ved Ret, de omvendte der ved Retfærd.
28 But destruction shall fall at once on the rebels and sinners; Yea, they that forsake Jehovah shall be consumed.
Men Overtrædere og Syndere knuses til Hobe; hvo HERREN svigter, forgår.
29 For ye shall be ashamed of the terebinths in which ye delighted; Ye shall blush for the gardens which ye loved;
Thi Skam vil I få af de Ege, I elsker, Skuffelse af Lundene, I sætter så højt;
30 And ye shall be as a terebinth-tree whose leaves are withered, And as a garden in which is no water.
thi I bliver som en Eg med visnende Løv, som en Lund, hvor der ikke er Vand.
31 The strong shall become tow, And his work a spark of fire; Both shall burn together, And none shall quench them.
Den stærke bliver til Blår, hans Værk til en Gnist; begge brænder med hinanden, og ingen slukker.
