Isaiah 62
1 For Zion’s sake, will I not hold my peace, And for Jerusalem’s sake, will I not rest, —Until her righteousness, go forth as brightness, And her salvation, as a torch that is lighted.
For Zions Skyld vil jeg ej tie, for Jerusalems Skyld ej hvile, før dets Ret rinder op som Lys, som en luende Fakkel dets Frelse.
2 So shall nations see thy righteousness, And all kings, thy glory; And thou shalt be called by a new name, which, the mouth of Yahweh, will name.
Din Ret skal Folkene skue og alle Konger din Ære. Et nyt Navn giver man dig, som HERRENS Mund skal nævne.
3 Then shalt thou become—A crown of adorning, in the hand of Yahweh, and A royal diadem in the hand of thy God.
Og du bliver en dejlig Krone i HERRENS Haand, et kongeligt Hovedbind i Haanden paa din Gud.
4 Thou shalt he termed no longer—Forsaken Nor shall thy land be termed any longer A desolation, But, thou, shalt be called Hephzibah ["My delight is in her"], And, thy land, Beulah ["married"], —For Yahweh hath found delight in thee, And thy land, shall be married.
Du kaldes ej mer »den forladte«, dit Land »den ensomme«; nej, »Velbehag« kaldes du selv, og dit Land kaldes »Hustru«. Thi HERREN har Velbehag i dig, dit Land skal ægtes.
5 For a young man marrieth, a virgin, Thy sons marry thee! And the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride—Thy God, rejoiceth over thee.
Som Ynglingen ægter en Jomfru, saa din Bygmester dig, som Brudgom glædes ved Brud, saa din Gud ved dig.
6 Upon thy walls O Jerusalem, have I appointed watchmen, All the day and all the night through, let them not hold their peace, —O ye that put Yahweh in mind, Do not take rest to yourselves,
Jeg sætter Vægtere paa dine Mure, Jerusalem; ingen Sinde Dag eller Nat skal de tie. I, som minder HERREN, und jer ej Ro
7 Neither give rest, unto him, Until he establish and until he set forth Jerusalem as a praise in the earth!
og lad ham ikke i Ro, før han bygger Jerusalem, før han faar gjort Jerusalem til Pris paa Jorden.
8 Sworn hath Yahweh—By his own right hand, and By his own strong arm, —Surely I will give thy corn no more, as food to thine enemies, Nor shall the sons of the foreigner drink thy new wine, for which thou hast toiled;
HERREN svor ved sin højre, sin vældige Arm: Jeg giver ej mer dine Fjender dit Korn til Føde; Mosten, du sled for, skal Udlandets Sønner ej drikke;
9 But they who have garnered it, shall eat it, and praise Yahweh, —And they who have gathered in its clusters, shall drink it in my holy courts.
nej, de, der høster, skal spise prisende HERREN; de, der sanker, skal drikke i min hellige Forgaard.
10 Pass ye through pass ye through the gates, Prepare ye the way of the people, —Cast ye up, cast ye up the highway, Clear it of stones, Lift ye high a standard unto the peoples.
Drag ud gennem Portene, drag ud, ban Folket Vej, byg Vej, byg Vej, sank alle Stenene af, rejs Banner over Folkeslagene!
11 Lo! Yahweh, hath sent a message unto the end of the earth: Say ye to the daughter of Zion, Lo! thy Salvation, is coming, —Lo! his reward, is with him, And, his recompense, before him:
Se, HERREN lader det høres til Jordens Ende: Sig til Zions Datter: »Se, din Frelse kommer, se, hans Løn er med ham, hans Vinding foran ham!«
12 So shall men call them—The holy people The redeemed of Yahweh, —And, thou, shalt be called—Sought out, A city not forsaken,
De skal kaldes: det hellige Folk, HERRENS genløste, og du: den søgte, en By, som ej er forladt.
