Isaiah 33
1 Alas! thou plunderer when, thou, hadst not been plundered, And thou traitor when they had not betrayed thee: When thou hast ceased plundering, thou shalt be plundered, When thou hast left off betraying, they shall betray thee.
Ve dig, du Hærværksmand, selv ikke hærget, du Ransmand, skånet for Ran! Når dit Hærværk er endt, skal du hærges, når din Ranen har Ende, skal der ranes fra dig!
2 O Yahweh! shew us favour, —For thee, have we waited, —Be thou their arm every morning, Yea our salvation in the time of distress.
HERRE, vær os nådig, vi bier på dig, vær du vor Arm hver Morgen, vor Frelse i Nødens Stund!
3 At the noise of a tumult, the peoples retreated, —When thou didst lift thyself up, nations were scattered.
For Bulderet må Folkeslag fly; når du rejser dig, splittes Folkene.
4 Then shall your spoil be gathered as the gathering of the caterpillar, —As the swift running of locusts, is he about to run upon them.
Som Græshopper bortriver, bortrives Bytte, man styrter derover som Græshoppesværme.
5 Exalted is Yahweh, for he inhabiteth a height, —He hath filled Zion with justice and righteousness.
Ophøjet er HERREN, thi han bor i det høje, han fylder Zion med Ret og Retfærd.
6 So shall a wealth of deliverances, wisdom and knowledge, become the stability of thy times, —the reverence of Yahweh, the same is his treasure.
Trygge Tider skal du have, en Frelsesrigdom er Visdom og Indsigt, HERRENs Frygt er din Skat.
7 Lo! their heroes, have cried out openly, —the messengers of peace, in bitterness, continue weeping [they say]:
Se, deres Helte skriger derude, Fredens Sendebud græder bittert;
8 The highways are deserted, The passer-by on the path, hath ceased, —He hath broken covenant, He hath despised cities, He hath made no account of men.
Vejene er øde, vejfarende borte. Han brød sin Pagt, agted Byer ringe, Mennesker regned han ikke.
9 The land mourneth, languisheth, Lebanon, displayeth shame, is withered, —Sharon, hath become, as the waste plain, And Bashan and Carmel are shaking off their leaves.
Landet blegner og sygner, Libanon skæmmes og visner; Saron er som en Ørken, Basan og Karmel uden Løv.
10 Now, will I arise, Saith Yahweh, Now, will I lift myself up, Now, will I be exalted!
Nu står jeg op, siger HERREN, nu vil jeg rejse mig, nu træde frem!
11 Ye shall conceive chaff Ye shall bring forth stubble, —Your own breath, like fire, shall devour you.
I undfanger Strå og føder Halm, eders Ånde er Ild, der fortærer jer selv;
12 So shall peoples, become, as the burnings of lime, —As thorns lopped off, with fire, shall they be burned.
til Kalk skal Folkene brændes som afhugget Torn, der brænder i Ild.
13 Hear—ye that are far off. what I have done, And know—ye that are near my might:
Hvad jeg gør, skal rygtes til fjerne Folk, nære skal kende min Vælde.
14 Terror-stricken in Zion, —are sinners, Shuddering hath seized the impious, —Who among us can sojourn with a fire that devoureth? Who among us can sojourn with burnings age-abiding?
På Zion skal Syndere bæve, Niddinger gribes af Skælven: "Hvem kan bo ved fortærende Ild, hvem kan bo ved evige Bål?"
15 He that walketh righteously, And speaketh uprightly, —He that refuseth the gain of exactions That shaketh his hands free from holding a bribe, That stoppeth his ear from hearkening to deeds of blood, And shutteth his eyes from giving countenance to wrong,
Den, der vandrer i Retfærd og taler oprigtigt, ringeagter Vinding, vundet ved Uret, vægrer sig ved at tage mod Gave, tilstopper Øret over for Blodråd og lukker Øjnene over for det onde -
16 He, the heights, shall inhabit, A stronghold of crags, shall be his refuge, —His bread, hath been delivered, His waters, have been made sure,
højt skal en sådan bo, hans Værn skal Klippeborge være; han får sit Brød, og Vand er ham sikret.
17 Of a king, in his beauty, shall thine eyes have vision: They shall see a land that stretcheth afar.
Dine Øjne får Kongen at se i hans Skønhed, de skuer et vidtstrakt Land.
18 Thy heart, may murmur in terror, —Where is the scribe? Where—the receiver? Where—he that maketh a list of the towers?
Dit Hjerte skal tænke på Rædselen: "Hvor er nu han, der talte og vejede, han, der talte Tårnene?"
19 The fierce people, shalt thou not see, —The people of too deep a lip to be understood, of too barbarous a tongue for thee to comprehend.
Du ser ej det vilde Folk med dybt, uforståeligt Mål, med stammende, ufattelig Tunge.
20 Look thou on Zion, the city of our appointed feast, —Thine own eyes, shall see Jerusalem—A home of comfort A tent which shall not be packed up—Whose pins shall not be pulled out, for ever, And none of, whose cords, shall be broken.
Se på Zion, vore Højtiders By! Dine Øjne skal skue Jerusalem, et sikkert Lejrsted, et Telt, der ej flytter, hvis Pæle aldrig rykkes op, hvis Snore ej rives over.
21 But, there shall Yahweh be our majestic one, A place of rivers—streams broad on both hands, Wherein shall go no galley with oars, Neither shall majestic ship traverse it;
Nej der træder HERRENs Bæk for os i Floders og brede Strømmes Sted; der kan ej Åreskib gå, ej vældigt Langskib sejle.
22 For, Yahweh is our judge, Yahweh, is our lawgiver, —Yahweh, is our king, He will save us!
Thi HERREN er vor Dommer, HERREN er vor Hersker, HERREN er vor Konge, han bringer os Frelse.
23 Loosed are thy ropes, —They cannot strengthen the socket of their mast They have not unfurled a sail Now, can be apportioned spoil, in abundance, The lame, have captured prey!
Slapt hænger dit Tovværk, det holder ej Råen og spænder ej Sejlet. Da uddeles røvet Bytte i Overflod, halte tager Del i Rovet.
24 Neither shall the inhabitant say. I am sick, —the people who dwell therein, have been forgiven iniquity.
Ingen Indbygger siger: "Jeg er syg!" Folket der har sin Synd forladt.
