Isaiah 15
1 The oracle on Moab: Because, in a night, was laid waste Ar of Moab—destroyed! Because, in a night, was laid waste Kir of Moab—destroyed,
Profeti imod Moab. I den Nat, da Ar-Moab blev forstyrret, gik det til Grunde; i den Nat, da Kir-Moab blev forstyrret, gik det til Grunde.
2 He hath gone up to Bayith and Dibon, to the high places, to weep, —On Nebo and on Medeba, Moab is howling, On all their heads, a baldness, Every beard, clipped.
Man gaar op til Afgudshuset og til Dibon, til Højene for at græde; paa Nebo og paa Medba hyler Moab, hvert Hoved der er skaldet, hvert Skæg er afskaaret.
3 In their streets, have they girded them with sackcloth, —On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howling—melting in tears;
Paa Gaderne derudi ombinde de sig med Sæk, paa Tagene og paa Gaderne derudi hyle de alle sammen og flyde hen i Graad.
4 And Heshbon, hath made outcry, and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz, hath been heard their voice, —For this cause, do the armed men of Moab roar, Every man’s soul, quivereth to him.
Og Hesbon og Eleale raabe, deres Røst høres indtil Jahaz; derfor skrige de bevæbnede i Moab, hvers Sjæl er modfalden.
5 Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim—an outcry of destruction, they excite;
Mit Hjerte raaber over Moab, hvis Flygtninge ty lige til Zoar, til Eglath-Selisia; thi man gaar op ad Lukits Opgang med Graad, og paa Vejen til Horonaim opløfter man et Fortvivlelsens Skrig.
6 For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation, —For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!
Thi Nimrims Vande blive til Ørk; thi Urterne ere hentørrede, Græsset er borte, der er intet grønt.
7 For this cause, the savings they had made and that which they had stored, Over the torrent-bed of the willows, shall they bear them.
Derfor bære de Levningen af det, som de have forhvervet sig, og hvad de have henlagt, over Pilebækken.
8 For the outcry hath gone round the boundary of Moab, —As far as Eglaim, the howling thereof, And to Beer-elim, the howling thereof.
Thi Skriget omspænder Moabs Landemærke, dets Hyl naar indtil Eglajm, og dets Hyl til Beer-Elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon, are full of blood, For I will lay upon Dimon new troubles, —To the escaped of Moab, the lions, Even to the survivors on the soil.
Thi Dimons Vande ere fulde af Blod, og jeg vil lade endnu mere komme over Dimon; jeg vil sende en Løve over de undkomne af Moab og over de overblevne i Landet.
