Isaiah 63

1 Who is this coming in from Edom With bright-red garments, from Bozrah? This made splendid in his raiment, Marching on in the greatness of his strength? I, speaking in righteousness, Mighty to save.

Hvem kommer der fra Edom, i Højrøde Klæder fra Bozra, han i det bølgende Klædebon, stolt i sin vældige Kraft?"Det er mig, som taler i Retfærd, vældig til at frelse!"

2 Wherefore is there red, on thy raiment, —And thy garments as of one treading in a wine-trough?

Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?

3 A winepress, have I trodden, alone, And of the peoples, there was no man with me. So I trod them down in mine anger, And trampled upon them, in mine indignation, —And their life-blood besprinkled my garments, And all mine apparel, I defiled;

"Jeg trådte Vinpersen ene, af Folkeslagene var ingen med mig; jeg trådte dem i min Vrede, tramped dem i min Harme; da sprøjted deres Blod på mine Klæder, jeg tilsøled hele min Klædning.

4 For, a day of avenging, was in my heart, And the year of my redeemed, had come.

Thi til Hævnens Dag stod min Hu, mit Genløsningsår var kommet.

5 Therefore looked I around, and there was none to help, —And I was astonished that there was none to uphold, —So, mine own arm brought me salvation, And mine indignation, the same upheld me;

Jeg spejded, men ingen hjalp til, jeg studsed, men ingen stod mig bi. Da kom min Arm mig til Hjælp, og min Harme, den stod mig bi;

6 Then trod I down peoples in mine anger, And make them drunk with mine indignation, And brought down to the earth their life-blood.

jeg søndertrådte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden."

7 The lovingkindness of Yahweh, will I recall the praises of Yahweh, According to all that Yahweh hath bestowed upon us, —Even the abundance of goodness to the house of Israel, Which he bestowed upon them—According to his compassions and According to the abundance of his lovingkindness.

Jeg vil synge om HERRENs Nåde, kvæde hans Pris, efter alt, hvad HERREN har gjort os, huld imod Israels Hus, gjort os efter sin Miskundhed, sin Nådes Fylde.

8 Therefore he said—Surely my people, they are, Sons, they will not act falsely! So he became their saviour.

Han sagde: "De er jo mit Folk, de er Børn, som ej sviger." Og en Frelser blev han for dem

9 In all their affliction, he, was afflicted And the messenger of his presence saved them, In his love and in his pity, he, redeemed them, —And then lifted them up and carried them all the days of the age-past time.

i al deres Trængsel; intet Bud, ingen Engel, hans Åsyn frelste dem. I sin Kærlighed og Skånsel genløste han dem, han løfted og bar dem alle Fortidens Dage.

10 But, they, rebelled, and grieved his Holy Spirit, —And so he turned against them as an enemy, he himself, fought against them.

Men de stred imod og bedrøved hans hellige Ånd; så blev han deres Fjende, han kæmped imod dem.

11 Then were recalled the days of the age-past time Moses—his people: —Where is he that led them up out of the sea with the shepherds of his flock? Where is he that put within him his Holy Spirit?

Da tænkte hans Folk på gamle Dage, på Moses: "Hvor er han, som drog sit Småkvægs Hyrde op af Vandet? Hvor er han, som lagde sin hellige Ånd i hans Hjerte,

12 That caused to go at the right hand of Moses his own majestic arm, —Cleaving the waters from before them, To make himself an age-abiding name:

lod vandre sin herlige Arm ved Moses's højre, kløvede Vandet for dem og vandt et evigt Navn,

13 Causing them to go through the roaring deeps, —Like a horse through the wilderness, That they should not stumble?

førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest på Steppen?

14 As a beast, into the valley, goeth down, The Spirit of Yahweh, causeth him to rest, So, didst thou lead thy people, To make thyself a majestic name!

Som Kvæg, der går ned i dalen, snubled de ikke. Dem ledte HERRENs Ånd. Således ledte du dit Folk for at vinde dig et herligt Navn."

15 Look thou down, out of the heavens and see, Out of the high abode of thy holiness and of thy majesty, —Where are thy jealousy, and thy mighty deeds? The resounding of thy yearning affection, and thy compassions towards me, are they restrained?

Sku ned fra Himlen, se ud fra din hellige, herlige Bolig! Hvor er din Nidkærhed og Vælde, dit svulmende Hjerte, din Medynk? Hold dig ikke tilbage,

16 For, thou, art our father, Though, Abraham, knew us not, And Israel could not acknowledge us, —Thou, O Yahweh, art our father, Our Redeemer from the Age-past time, is thy name.

du, som dog er vor Fader. Thi Abraham ved ej af os, Israel kendes ej ved os, men du er vor Fader, HERRE, "vor Genløser" hed du fra Evighed.

17 Wherefore shouldst thou suffer us to wander O Yahweh, from thy ways? Wherefore shouldst thou let us harden our heart past revering thee? Return thou for the sake of Thy servants, The tribes thou thyself hast inherited.

Hvi leder du os vild fra dine Veje, HERRE, forhærder vort Hjerte mod din Frygt? Vend tilbage for dine Tjeneres, din Arvelods Stammers Skyld!

18 For a short time only, did thy holy people hold possession, —Our adversaries, trod down thy sanctuary!

Hvi har gudløse trådt i din Helligdom, vore Fjender nedtrampet dit Tempel?

19 We have become like those Over whom from age-past times, thou hast not ruled, Who have never been called by thy name!

Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.