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, min Gud er du; jeg priser dig, lover dit Navn. Thi du har gjort et Under, Raad fra fordum var tro og sande.
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 lagde Byen i Grus, den faste Stad i Ruiner; de fremmedes Borg er nedbrudt, aldrig mer skal den bygges.
3 For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;
Derfor ærer dig et mægtigt Folk, frygter dig grumme Hedningers Stad.
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 blev de ringes Værn, den fattiges Værn i Nøden, et Ly mod Skylregn, en Skygge mod Hede; thi som isnende Regn er Voldsmænds Aande,
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 Hede i det tørre Land. Du kuer de fremmedes Larm; som Hede ved Skyens Skygge saa dæmpes Voldsmænds 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;
Hærskarers HERRE gør paa dette Bjerg et Gæstebud for alle Folkeslag med fede Retter og stærk Vin, med fede, marvfulde Retter og stærk og 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 han borttager paa dette Bjerg Sløret, som tilslører alle Folkeslag, og Dækket, der dækker alle Folk.
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 opsluger Døden for stedse. Og den Herre HERREN aftørrer Taaren af hver en Kind og gør Ende paa sit Folks Skam paa hele Jorden, saa sandt HERREN har talet.
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.
Paa hin Dag skal man sige: Se, her er vor Gud, som vi biede paa, og som frelste os; her er HERREN, som vi biede paa. Lad os juble og glæde os over 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 hviler over dette Bjerg. Men Moab trampes ned, hvor det staar, som Straa 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.
det breder sine Hænder ud deri, som Svømmeren gør for at svømme, og han ydmyger dets Hovmod trods Hændernes Kunstgreb.
12 Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.
Han nedbryder og nedstyrter de stejle Mures Værn; han jævner dem med Jorden, saa de ligger i Støvet.
