Isaiah 57

1 The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.

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 shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.

og gik ind til Fred; på Gravlejet hviler nu de, som vandrede ret.

3 But come here, ye sons of the sorceress, the seed of the adulterer and the harlot.

Men I, kom nu her, I Troldkvindens Børn, I, Horkarls og Skøges Yngel:

4 Against whom do ye sport yourselves? against whom make ye a wide mouth, and stick out the tongue? are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood,

Hvem er det, I spotter? Hvem vrænger I Mund, hvem rækker I Tunge ad? Er I ej Syndens Børn og Løgnens Yngel?

5 Inflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree, slaying the children in the valleys under the clefts of the rocks?

I, som er i Brynde ved Ege, under hvert grønt Træ, I, som slagter Børn i Dale. i Klippernes Kløfter!

6 Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion; they, they are thy lot: even to them hast thou poured a drink offering, thou hast offered a meat offering. Should I receive comfort in these?

Dalenes glatte Sten er din Del og din Lod, du udgyder Drikofre for dem, bringer dem Gaver. Skal jeg være tilfreds med sligt?

7 Upon a lofty and high mountain hast thou set thy bed: even there thou wentest up to offer sacrifice.

På høje og knejsende Bjerge redte du Leje, også der steg du op for at slagte dit Offer;

8 Behind the doors also and the door posts hast thou set up thy remembrance: for thou hast uncovered thyself to another than me, and hast gone up; thou hast enlarged thy bed, and made thee a covenant with them; thou didst love their bed where thou sawest it.

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 And thou wentest to the king with ointment, and didst increase thy perfumes, and didst send thy messengers far off, and didst debase thyself even to hell. (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 Thou art wearied in the greatness of thy way; yet saidst thou not, There is no hope: thou hast found the life of thy hand; therefore thou wast not grieved.

du blev træt af den lange Vej, men opgav ej Ævred; du samlede atter din Kraft og gav ikke op.

11 And of whom hast thou been afraid or feared, that thou hast lied, and hast not remembered me, nor laid it to thy heart? have not I held my peace even of old, and thou fearest me not?

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 declare thy righteousness, and thy works; for they shall not profit thee.

Ja, jeg vil forkynde din Retfærd og dine Gerninger;

13 When thou criest, let thy companies deliver thee; but the wind shall carry them all away; vanity shall take them: but he that putteth his trust in me shall possess the land, and shall inherit 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 And shall say, Cast ye up, cast ye up, prepare the way, take up the stumblingblock out of the way of my people.

Og det lyder: "Byg Vej, byg Vej og ban den. ryd Hindringer bort for mit Folk!"

15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, 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 contend for ever, neither will I be always angry: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls whom 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 For the iniquity of his covetousness I was angry, and smote him: I hid myself, and was angry, and he went on backsliding 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, and will heal him: I will lead him also, and restore comforts to him and to his mourners.

Jeg så hans Vej, men nu vil jeg læge og lede ham og give ham Trøst til Bod;

19 I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith the LORD; and I will heal him.

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 troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

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, saith my God, to the wicked.

De gudløse har ingen Fred, siger min Gud.