Isaiah 49

1 Hearken, ye Coastlands, unto me, And give ear ye peoples afar off, —Yahweh, called me, from my birth, From my nativity, made he mention of my name;

Hør mig, I fjerne Strande, lyt til, I Folk i det fjerne! HERREN har fra Moders Liv kaldt mig, fra Moders Skød nævnet mit Navn;

2 And he made my mouth, like a sharp sword, In the shadow of his hand, he concealed me, —And made of me a polished arrow, In his quiver, he hid me;

til et skarpt Sværd gjorde han min Mund og skjulte mig i Skyggen af sin Hånd, til en sleben Pil har han gjort mig og gemt mig i sit Kogger,

3 And said to me My Servant, thou art, —Israel, in whom I will get myself glory.

sagt til mig: "Du er min Tjener, Israel, ved hvem jeg vinder Ære."

4 But I, said, To no purpose, have I toiled, For waste and mist—my vigour, have I spent, —Surely, my vindication, is, with, Yahweh, And, my recompence, with my God.

Jeg sagde: "Min Møje er spildt, på Tomhed og Vind sled jeg mig op dog er min Ret hos HERREN, min Løn er hos min Gud."

5 Now, therefore, said Yahweh—Fashioning me from birth To be Servant to him, To restore Jacob unto him, And that, Israel, unto him, might be gathered And I be honourable in the eyes of Yahweh, And, my God, be proved to have been my strength,

Og nu siger HERREN, som danned mig fra Moders Liv til sin Tjener for at hjemføre Jakob til ham og samle Israel til ham og i HERRENs Øjne er jeg æret, min Gud er blevet min Styrke -

6 Yea he said—It is too small a thing, for being my Servant, That thou shouldest raise up the tribes of Jacob, And the preserved of Israel, shouldst restore, —So I will give thee to become a light of nations, That, my salvation, may reach as far as the end of the earth.

han siger: "For lidt for dig som min Tjener at rejse jakobs Stammer og hjemføre Israels frelste! Jeg gør dig til Hedningers Lys, at min Frelse må nå til Jordens Ende."

7 Thus, saith Yahweh—the Redeemer of Israel, his Holy One To him that is despised of the soul, To the abhorred of the nation To the servant of rulers, Kings, shall see and arise, Princes, lo! they have bowed themselves down, —Because of Yahweh, who is faithful, The Holy One of Israel, lo! he hath chosen thee.

Så siger HERREN, Israels Genløser, dets Hellige, til den dybt foragtede, skyet af Folk, Herskernes Træl: Konger skal se det og rejse sig, Fyrster skal kaste sig ned for HERRENs Skyld, den trofaste, Israels Hellige, der udvælger dig.

8 Thus, saith Yahweh—In a time of acceptance, have I answered thee, In a day of salvation, have I helped thee, —That I may preserve thee And give thee as the covenant of a people, To establish the land, To bring into possession the desolate heritages;

Så siger HERREN: Jeg hører dig i Nådens Stund, jeg hjælper dig på Frelsens Dag, vogter dig og gør dig til Folkepagt for at rejse Landet igen, udskifte øde Lodder

9 Saying To them who are bound Go forth, To them who are in darkness, Shew yourselves, —By the roads, shall they graze, And on all bare places, shall be their pasture:

og sige til de bundne: "Gå ud!" til dem i Mørket: "Kom frem!" Græs skal de finde langs Vejene, Græsgang på hver nøgen Høj;

10 They shall neither hunger, nor thirst, Nor shall smite them the glowing sand, or the glaring sun, —For, he that hath compassion upon them, will lead them, And unto springs of water, will he conduct them.

de hungrer og tørster ikke, dem stikker ej Hede og Sol. Thi deres Forbarmer fører dem, leder dem til Kildevæld;

11 Then will I make of all my mountains, a road, And my highways, shall be upraised.

jeg gør alle Bjerge til Vej, og alle Stier skal højnes.

12 Lo! these, from afar, shall come in, —And lo! these, from the North and from the West, And these, from the land of Sinim.

Se, nogle kommer langvejsfra, nogle fra Nord og Vest, nogle fra Sinims Land.

13 Shout in triumph—O heavens! And exult—O earth! And break forth, ye mountains, into shouts of triumph, —For Yahweh hath comforted his people, And on his humbled ones, taketh he compassion.

Jubler, I Himle, fryd dig, du Jord, I Bjerge, bryd ud i Jubel! Thi HERREN trøster sit Folk, forbarmer sig over sine arme.

14 But Zion had said. Yahweh hath forsaken me, —Even, My Lord, hath forgotten me!

Dog siger Zion: "HERREN har svigtet mig, Herren har glemt mig!"

15 Can, a woman, forget, her sucking child, Past taking compassion on the son of her womb? Even these, may forget, Yet will, I, not forget, thee:

Glemmer en Kvinde sit diende Barn, en Moder, hvad hun bar under Hjerte? Ja, selv om de kunde glemme, jeg glemmer ej dig.

16 Lo! on the palms of my hands, have I portrayed thee, —Thy walls are before me continually.

Se, i mine Hænder har jeg tegnet dig, dine Mure har jeg altid for Øje.

17 In haste are thy sons, —They who have been tearing thee down and laying thee waste, out of thee, let them go forth!

Dine Børn kommer ilende; de, som nedbrød og lagde dig øde, går bort.

18 Lift up, round about, thine eyes and see, All those, have gathered themselves together—have come to thee! As I live, Declareth Yahweh, —Surely all those as an ornament, shalt thou put on, And bind them about thee for a girdle as a bride.

Løft Øjnene, se dig om, de samles, kommer alle til dig. Så sandt jeg lever, lyder det fra HERREN: Du skal bære dem alle som Smykke, binde dem som Bruden sit Bælte.

19 Surely, as for thy wastes, and thy desolations, and thy land of ruins, Surely, now, shalt thou be too strait for thine inhabitants, And, far off, shall be they who have been swallowing thee up.

Thi dine Tomter og Grusdynger, dit hærgede Land ja, nu er du Beboerne for trang; de, som åd dig, er borte;

20 The children of whom thou wast bereaved shall yet say in thine ears, —Too strait for me, is the place Make room for me that I may settle down.

end skal du høre dem sige, din Barnløsheds Børn: "Her er for trangt, så flyt dig, at jeg kan sidde!"

21 Then shalt thou say in thy heart, —Who hath borne me, these, Seeing, I, have been bereaved and unfruitful, a captive and banished? These, therefore, who hath brought them up? Lo! I, was left, alone, These, where were they?

Da tænker du i dit Hjerte: "Hvo fødte mig dem? Jeg var jo barnløs og gold, landflygtig og bortstødt, hvo fostrede dem? Ene sad jeg tilbage, hvor kommer de fra?"

22 Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh—Lo! I will lift up, unto nations my hand, Yea unto peoples, will I raise high my banner, —And they shall bring in thy sons in their bosom, And, thy daughters, on the shoulder shall be borne;

Så siger den Herre HERREN: Se, jeg løfter min Hånd for Folkene, rejser mit Banner for Folkeslag, og de bringer dine Sønner i Favnen, dine Døtre bæres på Skulder.

23 And, kings, shall be, thy foster-fathers. And their queens, thy nursing mothers, With face to the ground, shall they bow down to thee, The dust of thy feet, shall they lick, —So shalt thou know that, I, am Yahweh, In that, they shall not be put to shame, Who were waiting for me.

Konger bliver Fosterfædre for dig, deres Dronninger skal være dine Ammer. De kaster sig på Ansigtet for dig, slikker dine Fødders Støv. Du skal kende, at jeg er HERREN; de, som bier på mig, bliver ikke til Skamme.

24 Shall prey, be taken from a mighty one? Or the captive of one in the right, be delivered?

Kan Bytte fratages en Helt, kan den stærkes Fanger slippe bort?

25 Surely, thus, saith Yahweh—Even the captive of the mighty one, shall be taken away, And the prey of the tyrant, be delivered; And thine opposers, I, will oppose, And thy children, I, will save;

Thi så siger HERREN: Om Fanger end fratages Helten, slipper Bytte end bort fra den stærke, jeg strider mod dem, der strider mod dig, og dine Børn vil jeg frelse.

26 Then will I feed thy tormentors with their own flesh, And as with new wine—with their own blood, shall they be drunk, —So shall all flesh, know, that, I—Yahweh, am thy Saviour, And, thy Redeemer, is the Mighty One of Jacob.

Dem, der trænger dig, lader jeg æde deres eget Kød, deres Blod skal de drikke som Most; REN, er din Frelser, din Genløser Jakobs Vældige.