Isaiah 5

1 Let me sing, I pray you, for a well-beloved of mine, The song of my beloved concerning his vineyard: —A vineyard, had my well-beloved on a very fruitful hill;

Jeg vil synge en Sang om min Ven, en Kærlighedssang om hans Vingaard: Min Ven, han havde en Vingaard paa en frugtbar Høj.

2 And he thoroughly digged it, And gathered out the stones thereof, And planted it with a precious vine, And built a tower in the midst thereof, Moreover also a wine-press, hewed he therein, —Then waited he that it should bring forth grapes. And it brought forth wild grapes:

Han grov den, rensed den for Sten og plantede ædle Ranker; han bygged et Vagttaarn deri og huggede ogsaa en Perse. Men den bar vilde Druer, skønt han ventede Høst af ædle.

3 Now, therefore, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, And men of Judah, —Judge, I pray you, betwixt me, and my vineyard: —

Og nu, Jerusalems Borgere, Judas Mænd, skift Ret mellem mig og min Vingaard!

4 What could have been done further to my vineyard, That I had not done in it? Why then—When I had waited that it should bring forth grapes, Brought it forth, wild grapes?

Hvad mer var at gøre ved Vingaarden, hvad lod jeg ugjort? Hvi bar den vilde Druer, skønt jeg ventede Høst af ædle?

5 Now, therefore, I pray you, let me tell, you, what I am about to do to my vineyard, —To take away the fence thereof And it shall be eaten up, To destroy the wall thereof And it shall be trodden down;

Saa vil jeg da lade jer vide, hvad jeg vil gøre ved min Vingaard: Nedrive dens Hegn, saa den ædes op, nedbryde dens Mur, saa den trampes ned!

6 And I will make it a waste; —It shall be neither pruned nor hoed, But there shall come up briars and thorns, —And upon the clouds, will I lay a charge, That they rain thereon no rain.

Jeg lægger den øde; den skal ikke beskæres og ikke graves, men gro sammen i Torn og Tidsel; og Skyerne giver jeg Paabud om ikke at sende den Regn.

7 Surely the vineyard of Yahweh of hosts, is the house of Israel, And, the men of Judah, are the plantation in which he dearly delighted, —And he waited, For equity but lo! murderous iniquity, For the rule of right but lo the cry of the wronged.

Thi Hærskarers HERRES Vingaard er Israels Hus, og Judas Mænd er hans Yndlingsplantning. Han vented paa Retfærd — se, der kom Letfærd, han vented paa Lov — se, Skrig over Rov!

8 Alas for them who join house to house, Field to field, bring they near, —Until there is no room, But ye are left to dwell alone in the midst of the land.

Ve dem, der føjer Hus til Hus, dem, der lægger Mark til Mark, saa der ikke er Plads tilbage, men kun I har Landet i Eje.

9 In mine ears, [said] Yahweh of hosts, —Verily, houses in abundance, shall become, a desolation, Large and fair, without inhabitant;

Det lyder i mine Ører fra Hærskarers HERRE: »For vist skal de mange Huse blive øde, de store og smukke skal ingen bebo;

10 For, ten yokes of vineyard, shall yield one bath, —And the seed of a homer, shall yield an ephah,

thi paa ti Tønder Vinland skal høstes en Bat, af en Homers Udsæd skal høstes en Efa.«

11 Alas, for them who rise early in the morning that strong drink, they may pursue, —Who follow on in the evening cool [until] with wine, they are heated;

Ve dem, der aarle jager efter Drik og ud paa Natten blusser af Vin!

12 And it cometh to pass—that lyre and harp, timbrel and flute and wine are in their banquets, —But, the doing of Yahweh, they do not discern, And the work of his hands, have they not seen.

Med Citre og Harper holder de Gilde, med Haandpauker, Fløjter og Vin, men ser ikke HERRENS Gerning, har ej Syn for hans Hænders Værk.

13 Therefore, are my people taken away captive before they know it, —And their honourable men are famished with hunger, And, their multitude, do gape for thirst.

Derfor skal mit Folk føres bort, før det ved det, dets Adel blive Hungerens Bytte, dets Hob vansmægte af Tørst.

14 Therefore, hath hades enlarged her desire, And opened her mouth to its widest, —And their glory, and their multitude and their pomp. and he that is uproarious shall descend thereinto. (Sheol h7585)

Derfor vokser Dødsrigets Gridskhed, det spiler sit Gab uden Grænse; dets Stormænd styrter derned, dets larmende, lystige Slæng. (Sheol h7585)

15 And the mean man hath been bowed down And the mighty man hath been humbled, —Yea the looks of the haughty shall be humbled.

Mennesket bøjes, og Manden ydmyges, de stolte slaar Øjnene ned;

16 But Yahweh of hosts, hath been exalted, in justice, —And the GOD that is holy hath been hallowed in righteousness;

men Hærskarers HERRE ophøjes ved Dommen, den hellige Gud bliver helliget ved Retfærd.

17 Then shall the young rams feed where they please, —And, the wastes of the wealthy, shall strangers consume.

Og der gaar Faar paa Græs, Geder afgnaver omkomnes Tomter.

18 Alas! for them Who draw on themselves punishment with cords of falsehood, —And as with waggon-bands, penalty:

Ve dem, der trækker Straffen hid med Brødens Skagler og Syndebod hid som med Vognreb,

19 Who say—Let his work quicken—let it hasten, That we may see, —And let the purpose of Israel’s Holy One, draw near and come. That we may know!

som siger: »Lad ham skynde sig, haste med sit Værk, saa vi faar det at se; lad Israels Helliges Raad dog komme snart, at vi kan kende det!«

20 Alas! for them Who call evil good and good evil, —Who put darkness for light and light for darkness, Who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.

Ve dem, der kalder ondt for godt og godt for ondt, gør Mørke til Lys og Lys til Mørke, gør beskt til sødt og sødt til beskt!

21 Alas for them Who are wise in their own eyes, —And in their own sight, are prudent.

Ve dem, der tykkes sig vise og er kloge i egne Tanker!

22 Alas for them Who are heroes to drink wine, —And men of valour to mingle strong drink,

Ve dem, der er Helte til at drikke Vin og vældige til at blande stærke Drikke,

23 Who justify the lawless, for a bribe, —Whereas the righteousness of the righteous, they take from him.

som for Gave giver den skyldige Ret og røver den skyldfri Retten, han har.

24 Therefore, As a tongue of fire, eateth up straw, And a flame reduceth, dry grass, to powder, Their root, like rottenness, shall become, And their blossom, like dust shall ascend, —Because they refused the law of Yahweh of hosts, And the utterance of the Holy One of Israel, they despised.

Derfor, som Ildens Tunge æder Straa og Hø synker sammen i Luen, saa skal deres Rod blive raadden, deres Blomst henvejres som Støv; thi om Hærskarers HERRES Lov lod de haant og ringeagted Israels Helliges Ord.

25 For this cause, did the anger of Yahweh kindle upon his own people, And he stretched out his hand against them and smote them—So that the mountains, trembled, And, their dead bodies, served, for fuel in the midst of the streets. For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched,

Saa blusser da HERRENS Vrede mod hans Folk, og han udrækker Haanden imod det og slaar det, saa Bjergene skælver og Ligene ligger som Skarn paa Gaden. Men trods alt har hans Vrede ej lagt sig, hans Haand er fremdeles rakt ud.

26 Therefore will he lift up an ensign to the nations afar off, And signal for him from the end of the earth, —And lo! with hot haste, will he come:

For et Folk i det fjerne løfter han Banner og fløjter det hid fra Jordens Ende; og se, det kommer hastigt og let.

27 None shall be weary, and none shall stumble in his midst, He shall neither slumber nor sleep, —Nor shall be loosened, the girdle of his loins, Nor snapped, the thong of his sandals:

Ingen iblandt dem er træt eller snubler, ingen blunder, og ingen sover; Bæltet om Lænden løsnes ikke, Skoens Rem springer ikke op;

28 Whose arrows, are sharpened, and all his bows, bent, —The hoofs of his horses, like flint, are accounted, And, his wheels, [are] like a storm-wind:

hvæssede er dets Pile, alle dets Buer spændte; som Flint er Hestenes Hove, dets Vognhjul som Hvirvelvind.

29 A roar, hath he, like a lioness, —He will roar like wild lions—And will growl, and lay hold on prey, and carry into safety, and there be none to deliver.

Det har et Brøl som en Løve, brøler som unge Løver, brummende griber det Byttet, bjærger det, ingen kan fri det.

30 Yea he will growl at him in that day, like the growling of the sea, —Though he look hard for the land, lo! the darkness of distress, Yea the light, hath grown dark in its clouds!

Men paa hin Dag skal der bryde en Brummen løs imod det, som naar Havet brummer; og skuer det ud over Jorden, se, da er der Trængselsmørke, Lyset slukkes af tykke Skyer.