Isaiah 63
1 Who is this that cometh from Edom? In scarlet garments from Bozrah? This that is glorious in his apparel, Proud in the greatness of his strength? I that proclaim deliverance, And am mighty to save.
Hvo er denne, som kommer fra Edom, i højrøde Klæder fra Bozra, han, som er saa prægtig i sit Klædebon, han, som skrider frem i sin store Kraft? Det er mig, som taler Retfærdighed, mig, som er mægtig til at frelse!
2 Wherefore is thine apparel red, And thy garments like those of one that treadeth the wine-vat?
Hvorfor er der rødt paa dit Klædebon og dine Klæder som dens, der træder Vinpersen?
3 I have trodden the wine-vat alone, And of the nations there was none with me. And I trod them in mine anger, And I trampled them in my fury, So that their life-blood was sprinkled upon my garments. And I have stained all my apparel.
Jeg traadte Persekarret, jeg alene, og der var intet af Folkene med mig; saa traadte jeg dem i min Vrede og stampede dem ned i min Harme; da sprudlede deres Blod op paa mine Klæder, og jeg fik alle mine Klæder besudlede.
4 For the day of vengeance was in my heart, And the year of my deliverance was come.
Thi Hævnens Dag var besluttet i mit Hjerte, og mit Genløsningsaar var kommet.
5 And I looked, and there was none to help, And I wondered, that there was none to uphold; Therefore my own arm wrought salvation for me, And my fury, it sustained me.
Og jeg saa mig om, og der var ingen Hjælper, og jeg undrede mig over, at der ingen var, som holdt med mig; men min Arm hjalp mig, og min Harme stod mig bi.
6 I trod down the nations in my anger; I crushed them in my fury, And spilled their blood upon the ground.
Og jeg nedtraadte Folkene i min Vrede og gjorde dem drukne i min Harme og lod deres Blod rinde til Jorden.
7 I will celebrate the mercy of Jehovah, the glory of Jehovah, According to all that he hath done for us; His great goodness to the house of Israel, Which he hath bestowed on it in his tender mercy, and his great kindness.
Jeg vil forkynde Herrens Miskundhed, Herrens Pris, efter alt det, som Herren har gjort imod os, ja, den megen Godhed imod Israels Hus, som han gjorde imod dem, efter sin Barmhjertighed og efter sin store Miskundhed.
8 He said, Truly they are my people; Children that will not be false; So he was their deliverer.
Og han sagde: Kun de ere mit Folk, de ere Børn, som ikke ville handle falskelig; og han blev dem en Frelser.
9 In all their straits they had no distress; An angel of his presence saved them; In his love and compassion he redeemed them, He took them up and bore them all the days of old.
I al deres Trængsel var der ikke Trængsel, men hans Ansigts Engel frelste dem; han genløste dem for sin Kærligheds og for sin Overbærelses Skyld, og han lagde dem paa sig og bar dem igennem alle Fortidens Dage.
10 But they rebelled, and grieved his holy spirit; Then did he change himself into their enemy; He himself fought against them.
Men de, de vare genstridige og bedrøvede hans Helligaand; derfor omskiftede han sig til deres Modstander, han stred imod dem.
11 Then remembered his people the ancient days, the days of Moses, [[saying, ]] Where is he that brought them up from the sea with the shepherd of his flock? Where is he that put his holy spirit within him?
Da ihukom hans Folk de gamle Dage under Mose: Hvor er han, som opførte dem af Havet tillige med sin Hjords Hyrde? hvor er han, som gav sin Helligaand midt iblandt dem?
12 That caused his glorious arm to accompany the right hand of Moses, That divided the water before them, To make to himself an everlasting name?
han, som lod sin Herligheds Arm føre Moses højre Haand, han, som kløvede Vandene for deres Ansigt for at gøre sig et evigt Navn?
13 That led them through the deep, As a horse through a desert, without stumbling?
han, som førte dem igennem Afgrundene som en Hest igennem Ørken, saa at de ikke stødte sig?
14 As the herd descendeth into the valley, The spirit of Jehovah led them to rest. So didst thou lead thy people, To make for thyself a glorious name.
Ligesom Kvæget gaar ned i Dalen, har Herrens Aand ladet dem komme til Hvile; saaledes førte du dit Folk for at gøre dig et herligt Navn.
15 Look down from heaven, and behold from thy holy and glorious habitation! Where is thy zeal and thy might? Thy pity and compassion for me, are they restrained?
Sku ned fra Himlene, og se til fra din Helligheds og Herligheds Bolig! hvor er din Nidkærhed og din Vælde, din dybe Medlidenhed og din Barmhjertighed, der holder sig tilbage fra mig?
16 Thou, surely, art our father; Abraham is ignorant of us, And Israel knoweth us not. Thou, O Jehovah, art our father; Our deliverer wast thou of old.
Thi du er vor Fader; thi Abraham ved intet af os, og Israel kender os ikke; men du, Herre! er vor Fader, vor Genløser, fra Evighed af er dit Navn.
17 Why, O Jehovah, dost thou suffer us to wander from thy ways, And harden our hearts against thy fear? Return, for thy servants' sake, The tribes of thine inheritance!
Herre! hvorfor lader du os fare vild fra dine Veje? hvorfor lader du vort Hjerte blive haardt, at det ikke frygter dig? vend om for dine Tjeneres Skyld, for din Arvs Stammers Skyld!
18 But a little while did thy holy people possess the land; Then our enemies trampled upon thy sanctuary.
En liden Tid har dit hellige Folk ejet Landet; men vore Modstandere have nedtraadt din Helligdom.
19 It has been with us as if thou hadst never ruled over us, As if we had not been called by thy name.
Vi ere, som om du ikke havde regeret over os fra gammel Tid, og som om vi ikke vare kaldede efter dit Navn;
