Isaiah 33
1 Woe to you, destroyer who has not been destroyed! Woe to the betrayer whom they have not betrayed! When you stop destroying, you will be destroyed. When you stop betraying, they will betray you.
Ve dig, du Hærværksmand, selv ikke hærget, du Ransmand, skånet for Ran! Når dit Hærværk er endt, skal du hærges, når din Ranen har Ende, skal der ranes fra dig!
2 Yahweh, be gracious to us; we wait for you; be our arm every morning, our salvation in the time of trouble.
HERRE, vær os nådig, vi bier på dig, vær du vor Arm hver Morgen, vor Frelse i Nødens Stund!
3 At the loud noise the peoples flee; when you arise, the nations are scattered.
For Bulderet må Folkeslag fly; når du rejser dig, splittes Folkene.
4 Your spoil is gathered as the locusts gather; as locusts leap, men leap on it.
Som Græshopper bortriver, bortrives Bytte, man styrter derover som Græshoppesværme.
5 Yahweh is exalted. He lives in a high place. He will fill Zion with justice and righteousness.
Ophøjet er HERREN, thi han bor i det høje, han fylder Zion med Ret og Retfærd.
6 He will be the stability in your times, abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge; the fear of Yahweh is his treasure.
Trygge Tider skal du have, en Frelsesrigdom er Visdom og Indsigt, HERRENs Frygt er din Skat.
7 Look, their envoys cry in the streets; the diplomats hoping for peace weep bitterly.
Se, deres Helte skriger derude, Fredens Sendebud græder bittert;
8 The highways are deserted; there are no more travelers. Covenants are broken, witnesses are despised, and mankind is not respected.
Vejene er øde, vejfarende borte. Han brød sin Pagt, agted Byer ringe, Mennesker regned han ikke.
9 The land mourns and withers away; Lebanon is ashamed and withers away; Sharon is like a desert plain; and Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.
Landet blegner og sygner, Libanon skæmmes og visner; Saron er som en Ørken, Basan og Karmel uden Løv.
10 “Now will I arise,” says Yahweh; “now I will be lifted up; now I will be elevated.
Nu står jeg op, siger HERREN, nu vil jeg rejse mig, nu træde frem!
11 You conceive chaff, and you give birth to stubble; your breath is a fire that will consume you.
I undfanger Strå og føder Halm, eders Ånde er Ild, der fortærer jer selv;
12 The peoples will be burned to lime, as thornbushes are cut down and are burned.
til Kalk skal Folkene brændes som afhugget Torn, der brænder i Ild.
13 You who are far away, hear what I have done; and, you who are near, acknowledge my might.”
Hvad jeg gør, skal rygtes til fjerne Folk, nære skal kende min Vælde.
14 The sinners in Zion are afraid; trembling has seized the godless ones. Who among us can sojourn with a raging fire? Who among us can sojourn with everlasting burnings?
På Zion skal Syndere bæve, Niddinger gribes af Skælven: "Hvem kan bo ved fortærende Ild, hvem kan bo ved evige Bål?"
15 He who walks righteously and speaks honestly; who despises the gain of oppression, who shakes his hand so that it will not accept a bribe, who stops his ears from hearing about bloodshed, and who shuts his eyes from looking on evil—
Den, der vandrer i Retfærd og taler oprigtigt, ringeagter Vinding, vundet ved Uret, vægrer sig ved at tage mod Gave, tilstopper Øret over for Blodråd og lukker Øjnene over for det onde -
16 this is the man who will dwell on the heights, his place of defense will be the fortress among the cliffs, his food will be given, and his water will be in steady supply.
højt skal en sådan bo, hans Værn skal Klippeborge være; han får sit Brød, og Vand er ham sikret.
17 Your eyes will see the king in his beauty; they will see a land off in the distance.
Dine Øjne får Kongen at se i hans Skønhed, de skuer et vidtstrakt Land.
18 Your heart will recall the terror; where is the scribe, where is he who weighed the money? Where is he who counted the towers?
Dit Hjerte skal tænke på Rædselen: "Hvor er nu han, der talte og vejede, han, der talte Tårnene?"
19 You will no longer see the defiant people, a people of a strange language that you do not understand.
Du ser ej det vilde Folk med dybt, uforståeligt Mål, med stammende, ufattelig Tunge.
20 Look at Zion, the city of our feasts; your eyes will see Jerusalem as a quiet habitation, a tent that will not be removed, whose stakes will never be pulled up nor will any of its cords be broken.
Se på Zion, vore Højtiders By! Dine Øjne skal skue Jerusalem, et sikkert Lejrsted, et Telt, der ej flytter, hvis Pæle aldrig rykkes op, hvis Snore ej rives over.
21 Instead, Yahweh in majesty will be with us, in a place of broad rivers and streams. No warship with oars will travel it, and no large ships will sail by.
Nej der træder HERRENs Bæk for os i Floders og brede Strømmes Sted; der kan ej Åreskib gå, ej vældigt Langskib sejle.
22 For Yahweh is our judge, Yahweh is our lawgiver, Yahweh is our king; he will save us.
Thi HERREN er vor Dommer, HERREN er vor Hersker, HERREN er vor Konge, han bringer os Frelse.
23 Your riggings are slack; they cannot hold the mast in place; they cannot spread the sail; when the great spoil is divided, even the lame will drag off the spoil.
Slapt hænger dit Tovværk, det holder ej Råen og spænder ej Sejlet. Da uddeles røvet Bytte i Overflod, halte tager Del i Rovet.
24 The inhabitants will not say, “I am sick;” the people who live there will be forgiven for their iniquity.
Ingen Indbygger siger: "Jeg er syg!" Folket der har sin Synd forladt.
