Isaiah 57
1 The righteous perish, but no one considers it, and the people of covenant faithfulness are gathered away, but no one understands that the righteous is gathered away from the evil.
Den retfærdige omkom, og ingen tænkte derover, fromme Mænd reves bort, det ænsede ingen; thi bort blev den retfærdige revet for Ondskabens Skyld
2 He enters into peace; they rest in their beds, those who walk in their uprightness.
og gik ind til Fred; på Gravlejet hviler nu de, som vandrede ret.
3 But come here, you sons of the sorceress, children of the adulterer and the woman who has prostituted herself.
Men I, kom nu her, I Troldkvindens Børn, I, Horkarls og Skøges Yngel:
4 Whom are you merrily mocking? Against whom are you opening the mouth and sticking out the tongue? Are you not children of rebellion, children of deceit?
Hvem er det, I spotter? Hvem vrænger I Mund, hvem rækker I Tunge ad? Er I ej Syndens Børn og Løgnens Yngel?
5 You heat yourselves up sleeping together under the oaks, under every green tree, you who kill your children in the dry riverbeds, under the rocky overhangs.
I, som er i Brynde ved Ege, under hvert grønt Træ, I, som slagter Børn i Dale. i Klippernes Kløfter!
6 Among the smooth things of the river valley are the things that have been assigned to you. They are the object of your devotion. You pour out your drink offering to them and raise up a grain offering. In these things should I take pleasure?
Dalenes glatte Sten er din Del og din Lod, du udgyder Drikofre for dem, bringer dem Gaver. Skal jeg være tilfreds med sligt?
7 You prepared your bed on a high mountain; you also went up there to offer sacrifices.
På høje og knejsende Bjerge redte du Leje, også der steg du op for at slagte dit Offer;
8 Behind the door and the doorposts you set up your symbols; you deserted me, made yourselves naked, and went up; you made your bed wide. You made a covenant with them; you loved their beds; you saw their private parts.
bag Døren og Dørens Stolpe satte du dit Tegn; thi du sveg mig og blotted dig, steg op, gjorde lejet bredt, købte Samlejets Elskov af dem, så deres Skam;
9 You went to Molech with oil; you multiplied perfumes. You send your ambassadors far away; you went down to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
du salved dig med Olie for Molok og ødsled med Røgelse, sendte dine Bud til det fjerne, steg ned til Dødsriget, (Sheol h7585)
10 You were tired from your long journey, but you never said, “It is hopeless.” You found life in your hand; therefore you did not weaken.
du blev træt af den lange Vej, men opgav ej Ævred; du samlede atter din Kraft og gav ikke op.
11 “Whom are you worried about? Whom do you fear so much that has caused you to act so deceitfully, so much that you would not remember me or think about me? Because I was silent for so long, you are no longer afraid of me.
For hvem var du ræd og angst? Thi på Løgn var du inde, og mig kom du ikke i Hu, brød dig ikke om mig. Jeg er jo stum og blind, mig frygted du ikke.
12 I will proclaim all your righteous acts and tell all that you have done, but they will not help you.
Ja, jeg vil forkynde din Retfærd og dine Gerninger;
13 When you cry out, let your collection of idols rescue you. Instead the wind will carry them all away, a breath will carry them all away. Yet he who takes refuge in me will inherit the land and will take possession of my holy mountain.
din Gudeflok hjælper og redder dig ej på dit Råb; en Storm bortfejer dem alle, el Vindstød tager dem. Men den, der lider på mig, skal arve Landet og eje mit hellige Bjerg.
14 He will say, 'Build, build! Clear a way! Remove all the stumbling blocks from the path of my people!'”
Og det lyder: "Byg Vej, byg Vej og ban den. ryd Hindringer bort for mit Folk!"
15 For this is what the high and elevated One says, who lives eternally, whose name is holy, “I live in the exalted and holy place, with him also that is of a crushed and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble ones, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
Thi så siger den højt ophøjede, som troner evigt, hvis Navn er "Hellig": I Højhed og Hellighed bor jeg, hos den knuste, i Ånden bøjede for at kalde de bøjedes Ånd og de knustes Hjerte til Live.
16 For I will not accuse forever, nor will I be angry forever, for then man's spirit would faint before me, the lives that I have made.
Thi evigt går jeg ikke i Rette, evindelig vredes jeg ej; så vansmægted Ånden for mit Ansigt, Sjæle, som jeg har skabt,
17 Because of the sin of his violent gain, I was angry, and I punished him; I hid my face and was angry, but he went backward in the way of his heart.
For hans Gridskheds Skyld blev jeg vred, slog ham og skjulte mig i Harme; han fulgte i Frafald sit Hjertes Vej.
18 I have seen his ways, but I will heal him. I will lead him and comfort and console those who mourn for him,
Jeg så hans Vej, men nu vil jeg læge og lede ham og give ham Trøst til Bod;
19 and I create the fruit of the lips. Peace, peace, to those who are far off and to those who are near—says Yahweh—I will heal them.
hos de sørgende skaber jeg Læbernes Frugt, Fred, Fred for fjern og nær, siger HERREN, og nu vil jeg læge ham.
20 But the wicked are like the tossing sea, which cannot rest, and its waters churn up mire and mud.
Men de gudløse er som det oprørte Hav, der ikke kan komme til Ro, hvis Bølger opskyller Mudder og Dynd.
21 There is no peace for the wicked one—says God.”
De gudløse har ingen Fred, siger min Gud.
