Isaiah 52
1 Awake, awake, Put on thy strength, O Zion, —Put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem—thou holy city, For there shall not again come into thee any more the uncircumcised and unclean.
Vågn op, vågn op, ifør dig tag dit Højtidsskrud på, Jerusalem, hellige By! Thi uomskårne, urene Folk skal ej mer komme ind.
2 Shake thyself from the dust arise—sit down O Jerusalem, —Loose thyself from the bonds of thy neck, O captive! daughter of Zion!
Ryst Støvet af dig, stå op, tag Sæde, Jerusalem, fri dig for Halslænken, Zions fangne Datter!
3 For, thus, saith Yahweh, For nought, ye sold yourselves, —And not with silver, shall ye be redeemed,
Thi så siger HERREN: For intet solgtes I, og uden Sølv skal I løskøbes.
4 For, thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, To Egypt, went down my people at first to sojourn there, —But, Assyria, without cause, hath oppressed him.
Thi så siger den Herre HERREN: I Begyndelsen drog mit Folk ned til Ægypten for at bo der som fremmed, og siden undertrykte Assyrien det uden Vederlag.
5 Now, therefore, what do I here? Demandeth Yahweh. That my people have been taken away for nought? They who rule them, do howl, Declareth Yahweh, And, continually—all the day, is my Name brought into contempt.
Og nu? Hvad har jeg at gøre her? lyder det fra HERREN; mit Folk er jo ranet for intet. De, der hersker over det, brovter, lyder det fra HERREN, og mit Navn vanæres ustandseligt Dagen lang.
6 Therefore, shall my people acknowledge my Name: Therefore, in that day, shall they acknowledge that, I, am the same, even I who am speaking, —Here, I am,
Derfor skal mit Folk kende mit Navn på hin Dag, at det er mig, som har talet, ja mig.
7 How beautiful, upon the mountains are the feet—Of him That bringeth good tidings, That publisheth peace, That bringeth good tidings of blessing, That publisheth salvation, —That saith unto Zion, Thy God, hath become king.
Hvor liflige er på Bjergene Glædesbudets Fodtrin, han, som udråber Fred, bringer gode Tidender, udråber Frelse, som siger til Zion: "Din Gud har vist, han er Konge."
8 The voice of thy watchmen! They have uplifted a voice Together, do they renew the shout of triumph, —For eye to eye, shall they see, When Yahweh returneth to Zion.
Hør, dine Vægtere råber, de jubler til Hobe, thi de ser for deres Øjne HERREN vende hjem til Zion.
9 Break forth, shout in triumph together, ye waste places of Jerusalem, —For Yahweh Hath comforted his people, Hath redeemed Jerusalem:
Bryd ud til Hobe i Jubel, Jerusalems Tomter! Thi HERREN trøster sit Folk, genløser Jerusalem.
10 Yahweh hath bared his holy arm, in the eyes of all the nations, So shall all the ends of the earth see the salvation of our God.
Han blotter sin hellige Arm for al Folkenes Øjne, den vide Jord skal skue Frelsen fra vor Gud.
11 Away! away! come, forth from thence!—Nought unclean, may ye touch, —Come forth out of her midst, Purify yourselves, ye who are to carry the vessels of Yahweh;
Bort, bort, drag ud derfra, rør ej noget urent, bort, tvæt jer, I, som bærer HERRENs Kar!
12 For, not in haste, shall ye come forth, Nor, by flight, shall ye journey, —For, your van-guard, is Yahweh, And, your rear-guard, the God of Israel.
Thi i Hast skal I ej drage ud, I skal ikke flygte; nej, foran eder går HERREN, eders Tog slutter Israels Gud.
13 Lo! my Servant, prospereth, —He riseth, and is lifted up, and becometh very high:
Se, min Tjener får Fremgang han stiger, løftes og ophøjes såre.
14 The more that Many, were amazed at thee, So marred, beyond any man’s, was his appearance, —And his form, beyond the sons of men,
Som mange blev målløse over ham, så umenneskelig ussel så han ud, han ligned ej Menneskenes Børn
15 The more doth he startle Many nations, Before him, have kings closed their mouth, —For, that which had not been related to them, have they seen, And that which they had not heard, haw they diligently considered.
skal Folk i Mængde undres, Konger blive stumme over ham; thi hvad ikke var sagt dem, ser de, de skuer, hvad de ikke havde hørt.
