Jeremiah 47
1 So much of the word of Yahweh as came unto Jeremiah the prophet, Against the Philistines, —before Pharaoh smote Gaza:
HERRENs Ord, som kom til profeten Jeremias om filistrene, før Farao slog Gaza.
2 Thus, saith Yahweh—Lo! waters rising from the North And they shall become a torrent overflowing, Which shall overflow The land and the fulness thereof, The city, and the dwellers therein, —Then shall men make outcry, And all the inhabitants of the land, howl.
Så siger HERREN: Se, Vande stiger fra Nord, de bliver en Strøm, der svømmer over, de oversvømmer Landet og dets Fylde, Byerne og dem, som bor der. Menneskene skriger og jamrer, alle, som bor i Landet.
3 Because of the sound of the tramping of the hoofs of his chargers, Because of the rushing of his chariots, the rumbling of his wheels Fathers shall not turn, to children, Because of the unnerving of their hands;
For Lyden af hans Hingstes Hovslag, hans Vognes Drøn, hans raslende Hjul får Fædre ej set efter Bøm, thi Hænderne er slappe,
4 On account of the day that cometh to lay waste all the Philistines, To cut off from Tyre and Zidon every escaped one that could have helped, —For Yahweh is laying waste the Philistines, The remnant of the Coastland of Caphtor.
nu Dagen er kommet at ødelægge alle Filistre, at udrydde hver Hjælper, som levnes Tyrus og Zidon; thi HERREN ødelægger Filisterne, Resten af Kaftors Ø.
5 Baldness hath come, upon Gaza, Silenced is Ashkelon the remnant of their vale, —How long, wilt thou cut thyself?
Skaldet er Gaza blevet, Askalon tilintetgjort. Du Rest af Anakiter, hvor længe vil du såre dig?
6 Ah! thou sword of Yahweh, How long, wilt thou not be quiet? Withdraw into thy scabbard, Rest thyself and be still.
Ve, HERRENs Sværd, hvornår vil du falde til Ro? Far i din Skede, hvil og vær stille!
7 How, can it be quiet, when, Yahweh, hath given it a charge, —against Ashkelon and against the shore of the sea? There, hath he appointed it!
Hvorledes får det Ro, når HERREN opbød det mod Askalon og Havets Strand og stævned det did?
