Isaiah 23
1 The oracle on Tyre, —Howl! ye ships of Tarshish, For it is laid too waste to be a haven to enter, From the land of Cyprus, hath it been unveiled to them.
Et Udsagn om Tyrus. Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus! De får det at vide på Vejen fra Kyperns Land.
2 Be dumb, ye inhabitants of the Coast, —Whom the merchants of Zidon, passing over the sea, once replenished;
Det er ude med Kystlandets Folk, med Zidons Købmænd, hvis Sendebud for over Havet,
3 Yea on mighty waters, was the grain of Shihor, The harvest of the Nile, was her increase, —And so she became a mart of nations.
de mange Vande, hvis Indkomst var Sjihors Sæd, hvis Vinding Alverdens Varer.
4 Turn thou pale, O Zidon, For spoken hath the sea, the fortress of the sea saying, —I have neither been in pangs nor given birth I have neither brought up young men nor promoted virgins.
Skam få du, Zidon, thi Havet siger: "Jeg har ikke haft Veer, jeg fødte ikke, ej har jeg fostret Ynglinge, opfødt Jomfruer!"
5 Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.
Når Rygtet når Ægypten, skælver de ved Rygtet om Tyrus.
6 Pass ye over to Tarshish, —Howl ye inhabitants of the Coast:
Drag over til Tarsis og jamrer, I Kystlandets Folk!
7 Is this to you an exultation? Though from ancient days, is her antiquity, Yet shall her own feet carry her away, far off to dwell.
Er det eders jublende By fra Urtids Dage, hvis Fødder førte den viden om som Gæst?
8 Who hath purposed this, against Tyre, The bestower of crowns, —Whose merchants are princes, Her traders the honourable of the earth?
Hvo satte sig dette for mod det kronede Tyrus, hvis Købmænd var Fyrster, hvis Kræmmere Jordens Adel?
9 Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed it, —To humble the pride of all beauty, To make of little esteem all the honourable of the earth.
Det gjorde Hærskarers HERRE for at vanære Hovmod, skænde al Stolthed, al Jordens Adel.
10 Pass through thy land as the Nile, —O daughter of Tarshish, there is no restraint any longer!
Græd, I Tarsisskibe, Havn er der ikke mer!
11 His hand, hath he stretched out over the sea, He hath shaken kingdoms, —Yahweh, hath given command against the Phoenician coast, To destroy her fortresses.
Han udrakte Hånden mod Havet, rystede Riger, HERREN samled Folk for at jævne Kana'ans Fæstninger.
12 Therefore hath he said, —No more, again, do thou exult, Thou violated virgin daughter of Zidon, —To Cyprus, arise and pass over, Even there, shall one find thee no rest.
Han sagde: "Aldrig mer skal du juble, du voldtagne Jomfru, Zidons Datter! Stå op, drag over til Kypern, selv der skal du ej finde Hvile!"
13 Lo! the land of the Chaldeans, This is the people that was not, Assyria, founded it for the inhabitants of the desert, —They set up its siege-towers, They demolished its palaces Made it a ruin!
Se til Kyprioternes Land! Søfarere grunded det Folk; de rejste dets Vagttårne, Byer og Borge. Han gjorde det til en Ruinhob.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, —For laid waste is your fortress.
Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus!
15 So shall it be in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of a certain king: At the end of seventy years, shall it befall Tyre according to the song of the harlot:
På hin Dag skal Tyrus gå ad Glemme i halvfjerdsindstyve År, som i een Konges Dage. Men efter halvfjerdsindstyve Års Forløb skal det gå med Tyrus som med Skøgen i Visen:
16 Take thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, —Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.
Tag din Citer, gå rundt i Byen, du glemte Skøge, leg smukt på Strenge, syng, hvad du kan, så du kommes i Hu!"
17 So shall it be, at the end of seventy years, That Yahweh will visit Tyre, And she will return to her hire, —Yea she will play the harlot—with all the kingdoms of the earth, upon the face of the ground.
Efter halvfjerdsindstyve Års Forløb vil HERREN se til Tyrus; det skal atter modtage Skøgeløn og bole med Alverdens Riger på den vide Jord.
18 But her merchandise and her hire, shall be hallowed unto Yahweh, It shall not be stored up, nor hoarded, —For, to them who dwell before Yahweh, shall her merchandise belong, That they may eat to satisfaction And have stately apparel.
Men dets Vinding og Skøgeløn skal helliges HERREN; den skal ikke gemmes hen eller lægges op; dem, der bor for HERRENs Åsyn, skal dets Vinding tjene til Føde, Mættelse og prægtige Klæder.
