Jeremiah 4
1 “If you return, Israel—this is Yahweh's declaration—then it should be to me that you return. If you remove your detestable things from before me and do not wander from me again,
Omvender du dig, Israel, lyder det fra Herren, så vend dig til mig; hvis du fjerner dine væmmelige Guder, skal du ikke fly for mit Åsyn.
2 You must be truthful, just, and righteous when you swear, 'As Yahweh lives.' Then the nations will bless themselves in him, and in him they will glory.”
Sværger du: "Så sandt HERREN lever," redeligt, ærligt og sandt, skal Folkeslag velsigne sig ved ham og rose sig af ham.
3 For Yahweh says this to each person in Judah and Jerusalem: 'Plow your own ground, and do not sow among thorns.
Thi så siger HERREN til Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere: Bryd eder Nyjord og så dog ikke blandt, Torne!
4 Circumcise yourselves to Yahweh, and remove the foreskins of your heart, men of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem, or else my fury will break out like fire, and burn with no one to quench it, because of the wickedness of your deeds.
Omskær jer for HERREN og fjern eders Hjertes Forhud, Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere, at min Vrede ikke slår ud som Ild og hrænder uslukket for eders onde Gerningers Skyld.
5 Report in Judah and let it be heard in Jerusalem. Say, “Blow the trumpet in the land.” Proclaim, “Gather together. Let us go to the fortified cities.”
Forkynd i Juda og Jerusalem, kundgør og tal, lad Hornet gjalde i Landet, råb, hvad I kan, og sig: Flok jer sammen! Vi går ind i de faste Stæder!
6 Lift up the signal flag and point it toward Zion, and run for safety! Do not stay, for I am bringing disaster from the north and a great collapse.
Rejs Banner hen imod Zion, fly uden Standsning! Thi Ulykke sender jeg fra Nord, et vældigt Sammenbrud.
7 A lion is coming out from his thicket and someone who will destroy nations is setting out. He is leaving his place to bring horror to your land, to turn your cities into ruins, where no one will live.
En Løve steg op fra sit Krat, en Folkehærger brød op, gik bort fra sin Hjemstavn for at gøre dit Land til en Ørk; dine Byer skal hærges, så ingen bor der.
8 Because of this, wrap yourself in sackcloth, lament and wail. For the force of Yahweh's anger has not turned away from us.
Derfor skal I klæde jer i Sæk og klage og jamre, thi ej vender HERRENs glødende Vrede sig fra os.
9 Then it will happen in that day—this is Yahweh's declaration—that the hearts of the king and his officials will die. The priests will be appalled, and the prophets will be horrified.'”
På hin Dag, lyder det fra HERREN, skal Kongen og Fyrsterne tabe Modet, Præsterne stivne af Skræk og Profeterne slås af Rædsel;
10 So I said, “Ah! Lord Yahweh. Surely you have completely deceived this people and Jerusalem by saying, 'There will be peace for you.' Yet the sword is striking against their life.”
og de skal sige: "Ak, Herre, HERRE! Sandelig, du førte dette Folk og Jerusalem bag Lyset, da du sagde: I skal have Fred! Nu har Sværdet nået Sjælen."
11 In that time it will be said of this people and Jerusalem, “A burning wind from the plains of the desert will make its way to the daughter of my people. It will not winnow or cleanse them.
På hin Tid skal der siges til dette Folk og Jerusalem: Et glødende Vejr fra Ørkenens nøgne Høje trækker op mod mit Folks Datter, ej til Kastning og Rensning af Korn,
12 A wind far stronger than that will come at my command, and I will now pass sentence against them.
et Vejer for vældigt dertil kommer mod mig. Derfor vil jeg også nu tale Domsord imod dem.
13 See, he is attacking like clouds, and his chariots are like a storm. His horses are faster than eagles. Woe to us, for we will be devastated!
Se, det kommer som Skyer, dets Vogne som Stormvejr, dets Heste er hurtigere end Ørne; ve, vi lægges øde!
14 Cleanse your heart from wickedness, Jerusalem, so that you might be saved. How long will your deepest thoughts be about how to sin?
Rens dit Hjerte for ondt, Jerusalem, at du må frelses! Hvor længe skal dit Indre huse de syndige Tanker?
15 For a voice is bringing news from Dan, and the coming disaster is heard from the mountains of Ephraim.
Thi hør, en Råber fra Dan, et Ulykkesbud fra Efraims Bjerge:
16 Make the nations think about this: See, announce to Jerusalem that besiegers are coming from a distant land to shout in battle against the cities of Judah.
Kundgør Folkene: Se! Lad det høres i Jerusalem! Belejrere kommer fra et Land i det fjerne, de opløfter Røsten mod Byerne i Juda.
17 They will be like the watchmen of a cultivated field against her all around, since she has been rebellious against me—this is Yahweh's declaration—
Som Markens Vogtere stiller de sig rundt omkring det, thi genstridigt var det imod mig, lyder det fra HERREN.
18 and your conduct and your deeds have done these things to you. This will be your punishment. How terrible it will be! It will strike your very heart.
Det kan du takke din Færd, dine Gerninger for; det skyldes din Ondskab; hvor bittert! Det gælder Livet.
19 My heart! My heart! I am in anguish in my heart. My heart is turbulent within me. I cannot keep quiet for I hear the sound of the horn, an alarm for battle.
Mit indre, mit Indre! Jeg skælver! Mit Hjertes Vægge! Mit Hjerte vånder sig i mig, ej kan jeg tie. Thi Hornets klang må jeg høre, Skrig fra Kampen;
20 Disaster follows after disaster; for all the land lies in ruins. Suddenly my tents are destroyed, my curtains in a moment.
der meldes om Fald på Fald, thi alt Landet er hærget. Mine Telte hærges brat, i et Nu mine Forhæng.
21 How long will I see the standard? Will I hear the sound of the horn?
Hvor længe skal jeg skue Banneret, høre Hornet?
22 For the foolishness of my people—they do not know me. They are idiotic people and they have no understanding. They have skill at evil, but do not know to do good.
Thi mit Folk er tåbeligt, kender ej mig, de er dumme Sønner og uden Indsigt; de er vise til at gøre det onde, men Tåber til det gode.
23 I saw the land. Behold! It was formless and empty. For there was no light for the heavens.
Jeg så på Jorden, og se, den var øde og tom, på Himlen, dens Lys var borte;
24 I looked at the mountains. Behold, they were trembling, and all the hills were shaking about.
Bjergene så jeg, og se, de skjalv, og alle Højene bæved;
25 I looked. Behold, there was no one, and all the birds of the heavens had fled.
jeg så, og se, der var mennesketomt, og alle Himlens Fugle var fløjet;
26 I looked. Behold, the orchards were a wilderness and all the cities had been pulled down before Yahweh, before the fury of his wrath.”
jeg så, og se, Frugthaven var Ørken, alle dens Byer lagt øde for HERREN, for hans glødende Vrede.
27 This is what Yahweh says, “All the land will become a devastation, but I will not completely destroy it.
Thi så siger HERREN: Al Jorden bliver Ørk, men helt ødelægger jeg ikke.
28 For this reason, the land will mourn, and the heavens above will darken. For I have declared my intentions; I will not hold back; I will not turn from carrying them out.
Derfor sørger Jorden, og Himlen deroppe er sort; thi jeg talede og angrer det ikke, tænkte og går ikke fra det.
29 Every city will flee from the noise of the cavalry and the archers with a bow; they will run into the forests. Every city will climb up into the rocky places. The cities will be abandoned, for there will be no one to inhabit them.
For Larmen af Ryttere og Bueskytter flyr alt Landet, de tyr ind i Krat, stiger op på Klipper; hver By er forladt, og ikke et Menneske bor der.
30 Now that you have been devastated, what will you do? For though you dress in scarlet, adorn yourself with gold jewelry, and make your eyes look bigger with paint, the men who lusted for you now reject you. Instead, they are trying to take away your life.
Og du, hvad vil du mon gøre? Om end du klæder dig i Skarlagen, smykker dig med Guld og gør Øjnene store med Sminke det er spildt, du gør dig smuk. Elskerne agter dig ringe, dit Liv vil de have.
31 So I hear the sound of anguish, distress as in the birth of a firstborn child, the sound of the daughter of Zion. She is gasping for breath. She spreads out her hands, 'Woe to me! I am fainting because of these murderers.'”
Thi jeg hører Råb som ved Barnsnød, Skrig som ved Førstefødsel. Hør, hvor Zions Datter stønner med udrakte Hænder: "Ve mig, min Sjæl bukker under for dem, som myrder."
