Isaiah 42
1 Lo! my Servant, I will uphold him, My chosen, well-pleased is my soul, —I have put my spirit upon him, Justice—to the nations, will he bring forth:
Se min Tjener, ved hvem jeg min udvalgte, hvem jeg har kær! På ham har jeg lagt min Ånd, han skal udbrede Ret til Folkene.
2 He will not cry out nor will he speak loud, —Nor cause to be heard, in the street, his voice:
Han råber og skriger ikke, løfter ej Røsten på Gaden,
3 Cane that is crushed, will he not break, And wick that is fading, will he not quench, —Faithfully, will he bring forth justice:
bryder ej knækket Rør og slukker ej rygende Tande. Han udbreder Ret med Troskab,
4 He will not fade, nor will he be crushed, Until he establish, in the earth, justice, And for his instruction, Coastlands, wait.
vansmægter, udmattes ikke, før han får sat Ret på Jorden; og fjerne Strande bier på hans Lov.
5 Thus, saith GOD himself—Yahweh, —Creator of the heavens that stretched them forth, Out-spreader of earth, and the products thereof, —Giver of breath to the people thereon, And of spirit to them who walk therein,
Så siger Gud HERREN, som skabte og udspændte Himlen, udbredte Jorden med dens Grøde, gav Folkene på den Åndedræt og dem, som vandrer der, Ånde.
6 I—Yahweh, have called thee in righteousness, And will firmly grasp thy hand, —And will keep thee And give thee—As the covenant of a people, As the light of nations:
Jeg, HERREN, har kaldet dig i Retfærd og grebet dig fast om Hånd; jeg vogter dig, og jeg gør dig til Folkepagt, til Hedningelys
7 To open eyes that are blind, —To bring forth Out of the dungeon the captive Out of the prison, the dwellers in darkness.
for at åbne de blinde Øjne og føre de fangne fra Fængslet, fra Fangehullet Mørkets Gæster.
8 I, am Yahweh, that, is my Name, And, my glory, to another, will I not give, Nor my praise to images.
Jeg er HERREN, så lyder mit Navn. Jeg giver ej andre min Ære, ej Gudebilleder min Pris.
9 Things told in advance, lo! they have come to pass, —And new things, am I telling, Ere yet they spring forth, I let, you, hear them.
Hvad jeg forudsagde, se, det er sket, jeg forkynder nu nye Ting, kundgør dem, før de spirer frem.
10 Sing to Yahweh, a song that is new, His praise, from the end of the earth, —Ye that go down to the sea, and the fulness thereof, The Coastlands and ye who dwell therein.
Syng HERREN en ny Sang, hans Pris over Jorden vide; Havet og dets Fylde skal juble, fjerne Strande og de, som bebor dem;
11 Let the wilderness shout, and the cities thereof, The villages wherein dwelleth Kedar, —Let the inhabitants of the crag, raise shouts of triumph, From the top of the mountains, let them cry aloud:
Ørkenen og dens Byer stemmer i, de Lejre, hvor Kedar bor; Klippeboerne jubler, råber fra Bjergenes Tinder;
12 Let them render unto Yahweh, glory, —And, his praise, in the Coastlands let them tell.
HERREN giver de Ære, forkynder hans Pris på fjerne Strande.
13 Yahweh, as a hero, goeth forth, As a man of war, he stirreth up jealousy, —He giveth a cry, yea he raiseth a war-cry, Over his foes, he showeth his strength.
HERREN drager ud som en Helt, han vækker som en Stridsmand sin Kamplyst, han udstøder Krigsskrig, han brøler, æsker sine Fjender til Strid.
14 I have held my peace from age-past times, I kept still, I restrained myself, —As a travailing woman, I pant, I breathe hard and gasp, all at once!
En Evighed lang har jeg tiet, været tavs og lagt Bånd på mig selv; nu skriger jeg som Kvinde i Barnsnød, stønner og snapper efter Luft.
15 I will lay waste mountains, and hills, And all their vegetation, will I wither, —And I will make rivers to be shores, And lakes, will I dry up:
Jeg gør Bjerge og Høje tørre, afsvider alt deres Grønt, gør Strømme til udtørret Land, og Sumpe lægger jeg tørre.
16 Thus will I lead the blind, by a way they know not, In paths they know not, will I guide them, —I will make the place that was dark before them to be, light. And crooked ways, to be, straight, These things, have I done unto them, And have not forsaken them.
Jeg fører blinde ad ukendt Vej, leder dem ad ukendte Stier, gør Mørket foran dem til Lys og Bakkelandet til Slette. Det er de Ting, jeg gør, og dem går jeg ikke fra.
17 They have drawn back They turn very pale Who have been trusting in a graven image, —Who have been saying to a molten image, Ye, are our gods!
Vige og dybt beskæmmes skal de, som stoler på Billeder, som siger til støbte Billeder: "I er vore Guder!"
18 Ye deaf hear! And ye blind look around that ye may see,
I, som er døve, hør, løft Blikket, I blinde, og se!
19 Who is blind if not my Servant? Or deaf, like, my messenger whom I send? Who is, blind, like an intimate friend? Or blind like the Servant of Yahweh?
Hvo er blind, om ikke min Tjener, og døv som Budet, jeg sendte? Hvo er blind som min håndgangne Mand, blind som HERRENs Tjener?
20 Seeing many things, yet thou heedest not, Opening the ears yet he heareth not,
Meget så han, men ænsed det ikke, trods åbne Ører hørte han ej.
21 Yahweh, is well-pleased for his own righteousness’ sake, He magnifieth instruction and maketh it majestic.
For sin Retfærds Skyld vilde HERREN løfte Loven til Højhed og Ære.
22 But, that, is a people preyed upon and plundered, Snared in holes, all of them, And, in houses of restraint, concealed, —They have become a prey, and there is none to deliver, —A booty, and there is none to say—Restore!
Men Folket er plyndret og hærget; de er alle bundet i Huler, skjult i Fangers Huse, til Ran blev de, ingen redder, til Plyndring, ingen siger: "Slip dem!"
23 Who among you, will give ear to this, —Let him hearken and hear, for an aftertime?
Hvem af jer vil lytte til dette, mærke sig og fremtidig høre det:
24 Who gave, as a booty, Jacob. And, Israel, to them who were ready to take prey? Was it not, Yahweh? He against whom we have sinned, And they were not willing, in his ways, to walk, Neither hearkened they to his instruction?
Hvo hengav Jakob til Plyndring, gav Israel hen til Ransmænd? Mon ikke HERREN: mod hvem vi synded, hvis Veje de ej vilde vandre, hvis Lov de ikke hørte?
25 So he hath poured out, upon him, the glow of his anger, and the strength of battle; And it hath set him aflame round about, yet he knoweth it not, And it hath kindled upon him yet he layeth it not to heart.
Han udgød over det Harme, sin Vrede og Krigens Vælde; den luede om det, det ænsed det ej, den sved det, det tog sig det ikke til Hjerte.
