Isaiah 25
1 O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, —Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.
Herre! du er min Gud, jeg vil ophøje dig, jeg vil bekende dit Navn; thi du gjorde Under; de Raad, som ere fattede længe tilforn, ere Trofasthed og Sandhed.
2 For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, —palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.
Thi du gjorde af Staden en Stenhob, af den faste Stad en Grushob, de fremmedes Paladser ere ikke længer en Stad; den skal ikke bygges evindelig.
3 For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;
Derfor skal et mægtigt Folk ære dig; grumme Hedningers Stæder skulle frygte dig.
4 For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, —A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.
Thi du var den ringes Styrke, den fattiges Styrke, da han var i Angest, en Tilflugt imod Regnskyl, en Skygge imod Heden; thi de grummes Fnysen er som Regnskyl imod en Væg.
5 As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, —Heat—with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.
Som Heden i det tørre Land, saa nedtrykker du de fremmedes Bulder; som Heden ved Skyggen af en Sky, saa dæmpes de grummes Sang.
6 Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, —Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;
Og den Herre Zebaoth skal gøre for alle Folkeslag et fedt Gæstebud paa dette Bjerg, et Gæstebud med gammel Vin, med fed Marv, med gammel, klaret Vin.
7 And he will swallow up in this mountain, The mask of the veil, the veil that is upon all the peoples, —And the web that is woven over all the nations.
Og paa dette Bjerg skal han borttage Sløret, med hvilket alle Folkeslag ere tilslørede, og Dækket, hvormed alle Hedninger ere bedækkede.
8 Having swallowed up death itself victoriously, My Lord, Yahweh, will wipe away, tears from off all faces, —And the reproach of his own people, will he remove from off all the earth, For, Yahweh, hath spoken.
Han skal opsluge Døden for evig, og den Herre, Herre skal afviske Graaden af alle Ansigter og borttage sit Folks Forsmædelse af al Jorden; thi Herren har talt det.
9 So shall it be said, in that day, Lo! our God, is this! We waited for him, that he might save us, —This, is Yahweh! We waited for him, Let us exult and rejoice in his salvation.
Og man skal sige paa den Dag: Se, dette er vor Gud, vi have haabet paa ham, og han skal frelse os; dette er Herren, vi have haabet paa ham, vi ville fryde og glæde os ved hans Frelse.
10 For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, —Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;
Thi Herrens Haand skal hvile over dette Bjerg; men Moab skal nedtrædes, som man nedtræder Halm i Møddingpølen.
11 Should he spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As a swimmer spreadeth forth to swim, Then would be laid low his pride, together with the devices of his hands.
Og det skal brede sine Hænder ud deri, ligesom den, der svømmer, udbreder dem for at svømme; og han skal nedtrykke dets Hovmod tillige med dets Hænders Ranker.
12 Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.
Og dine høje Mures Befæstning skal han styrte, nedkaste, slaa til Jorden indtil Støvet.
