Isaiah 13
1 The oracle on Babylon, —of which Isaiah, son of Amoz had vision: —
Et Udsagn om Babel, som Esajas, Amoz's Søn skuede:
2 Upon a bare mountain, lift ye up a standard, Raise high the voice to them, Wave the hand, That they may enter the doors of nobles.
Rejs Banner paa et nøgent Bjerg, raab ogsaa til dem, vink, saa de drager igennem Fyrsternes Porte!
3 I myself, have given charge to my hallowed ones, —Yea I have called My heroes in showing mine anger, My proudly exulting ones.
Jeg har opbudt min viede Hær til at tjene min Vrede og kaldt mine Helte hid, de jublende, stolte.
4 The noise of a multitude in the mountains, A resemblance of many people, —The noise of a tumult of kingdoms Nations gathered together, Yahweh of hosts, mustering a host for battle!
Hør i Bjergene Larm som af talrigt Krigsfolk, hør, hvor det buldrer af Riger, af samlede Folk! Hærskarers HERRE er ved at mønstre sin Krigshær.
5 They are coming in From a land far away. From the utmost bound of the heavens, —Yahweh—with his weapons of indignation, To destroy the land.
De kommer fra fjerne Egne, fra Himlens Grænse, HERREN og hans Vredes Værktøj for at hærge al Jorden.
6 Howl ye! for at hand is the day of Yahweh, —As a veritable destruction from the Almighty, shall it come.
Jamrer, thi HERRENS Dag er nær, den kommer som Vold fra den Vældige.
7 For this cause—All hands, shall hang down, —and Every mortal heart, melt.
Derfor slappes hver Haand, hvert Menneskehjerte smelter,
8 And they shall be in distress—Writhings and pains, shall lay hold, As a woman in childbirth, shall they be in pangs, —Everyone, at his neighbour, shall look in amazement, Faces of flames, their faces!
de ræddes, gribes af Veer og Smerter, vaander sig som fødende Kvinde; de stirrer i Angst paa hverandre med blussende røde Kinder.
9 Lo! the day of Yahweh, coming in, Fierce and overflowing, and burning with anger, —To devote the earth to desolation, And her sinners, will he destroy out of it.
Se, HERRENS Dag kommer, grum, med Harme og brændende Vrede; Jorden gør den til Ørk og rydder dens Synder bort.
10 For the stars of the heavens and their constellations, shall not flash forth their light, —Obscured shall be the sun in his going forth, And the moon, shall not shed her light.
Thi Himlens Stjerner og Billeder udstraaler ej deres Lys, mørk rinder Solen op, og Maanen skinner ikke.
11 And I will visit, upon the inhabited earth, calamity!, And upon the lawless, their punishment, And will quiet the arrogance of the proud, And the loftiness of tyrants, will I lay low.
Jeg hjemsøger Jorden for dens Ondskab, de gudløse for deres Brøde, gør Ende paa frækkes Overmod, bøjer Voldsmænds Hovmod.
12 I will cause, a man, to be more precious than fine gold, —Even a son of earth than, the finest gold of Ophir.
En Mand gør jeg sjældnere end Guld og et Menneske end Ofirs Guld.
13 For this cause, the heavens, will I disturb, And, the earth, shall tremble out of her place, —In the wrath of Yahweh of hosts, And in the day of the glow of his anger.
Derfor bæver Himlen, og Jorden flytter sig skælvende ved Hærskarers HERRES Harme paa hans brændende Vredes Dag.
14 And it shall be—Like a gazelle that is chased, And like a sheep with none to lift it up, —Each, to his own people, will they turn, And, each, to his own land, will they flee:
Og som en skræmt Gazel, som Faar, der ej holdes i Flok, skal hver søge hjem til sit Folk, og hver skal fly til sit Land.
15 Every one found, shall be thrust through, —And, every one taken, shall fall by the sword;
Enhver, der indhentes, spiddes, enhver, der gribes, falder for Sværdet;
16 And, their infants, shall be dashed to the ground, before their eyes, —Plundered shall be, their houses, and their wives ravished.
deres spæde knuses for deres Øjne, Husene plyndres, Kvinderne skændes.
17 Behold me! stirring up against them the Medes, —Who of silver, shall take no account, And as for gold, they shall not delight in it;
Se, imod dem rejser jeg Mederne, som agter Sølv for intet og ej regner Guld for noget.
18 And, bows, shall dash the young to pieces, —And on the fruit of the womb, will they have no pity, Over children, will their eye throw no shield.
Deres Buer fælder de unge, Livsfrugt skaaner de ej, med Børn har deres Øjne ej Medynk.
19 Thus shall Babylon—The most lovely of kingdoms, The majestic beauty of the Chaldees—Become as in the divine overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Det gaar med Babel, Rigernes Krone, Kaldæernes stolte Pryd, som dengang Gud omstyrtede Sodoma og Gomorra.
20 It shall not be dwelt in for ever, Neither shall it be inhabited from generation to generation, —Neither shall encamp there, an Arab, Nor, shepherds, fold their flocks there.
Det skal aldrig i Evighed bebos, ej bebygges fra Slægt til Slægt; der telter Araberen ikke, der lejrer Hyrder sig ej;
21 Then shall lie down there, wild beasts, And filled shall be their houses with owls, —Then shall inhabit there, the ostrich, And shaggy creatures, shall dance there.
men Vildkatte lejrer sig der, og Husene fyldes med Ugler; der holder Strudsene til, og Bukketroldene springer;
22 And jackals shall answer, in their citadels, And wild dogs, in their voluptuous palaces, —And near to come is her time, And, her days, shall not be delayed.
Sjakaler tuder i Borgene, Hyæner i de yppige Slotte. Dets Time stunder nu til, dets Dage bliver ej mange.
