Habakkuk 2
1 On my charge I stand, and I station myself on a bulwark, and I watch to see what He doth speak against me, and what I do reply to my reproof.
Op paa min Varde vil jeg stige, staa hen paa mit Vagtsted og spejde, og se, hvad han taler i mig, hvad Svar han har paa min Klage.
2 And Jehovah answereth me and saith: 'Write a vision, and explain on the tables, That he may run who is reading it.
Og HERREN gav mig til Svar de Ord: »Skriv Synet op og rist det ind i Tavler, at det kan læses let;
3 For yet the vision [is] for a season, And it breatheth for the end, and doth not lie, If it tarry, wait for it, For surely it cometh, it is not late.
thi Synet staar ved Magt, træffer ind til Tide, usvigeligt iler det mod Maalet; tøver det, bi saa paa det, thi det kommer; det udebliver ikke.«
4 Lo, a presumptuous one! Not upright is his soul within him, And the righteous by his stedfastness liveth.
Se, opblæst, uredelig er Sjælen i ham, men den retfærdige skal leve ved sin Tro.
5 And also, because the wine [is] treacherous, A man is haughty, and remaineth not at home, Who hath enlarged as sheol his soul, And is as death that is not satisfied, And doth gather unto itself all the nations, And doth assemble unto itself all the peoples, (Sheol h7585)
Han er derhos den frækkeste Røver, en hoven, frastødende Mand, der som Dødsriget opspiler Gabet, som Døden uden at mættes, skraber alle Folkene til sig, sanker alle Folkeslag til sig. (Sheol h7585)
6 Do not these — all of them — against him a simile taken up, And a moral of acute sayings for him, And say, Woe [to] him who is multiplying [what is] not his? Till when also is he multiplying to himself heavy pledges?
Visselig skal de alle istemme en Haansang, en Smædevise fuld af Hentydninger til ham og sige: Ve ham, der dynger andres Gods op — hvor længe? — og læsser Pantegods paa sig!
7 Do not thy usurers instantly rise up, And those shaking thee awake up, And thou hast been for a spoil to them?
Thi brat staar dine Skyldherrer op; de, som vil rykke dig, vaagner; da bliver du dem til Bytte.
8 Because thou hast spoiled many nations, Spoil thee do all the remnant of the peoples, Because of man's blood, and of violence [to] the land, [To] the city, and [to] all dwelling in it.
Fordi du har plyndret mange Folk, skal du plyndres af al Folkeslagenes Rest for Menneskeblods Skyld, for Vold mod Landet, mod Byen og alle, som bor der.
9 Woe [to] him who is gaining evil gain for his house, To set on high his nest, To be delivered from the hand of evil,
Ve ham, som søger ublu Vinding til sit Hus for at bygge sin Rede højt og redde sig fra Ulykkens Haand.
10 Thou hast counselled a shameful thing to thy house, To cut off many peoples, and sinful [is] thy soul.
Dit Hus faar Skam af dit Raad. Du nedtraadte mange Folkeslag, men satte din Sjæl i Vove.
11 For a stone from the wall doth cry out, And a holdfast from the wood answereth it.
Thi Stenen raaber fra Væggen, fra Træværket svarer Bjælken.
12 Woe [to] him who is building a city by blood, And establishing a city by iniquity.
Ve ham, som bygger By med Blod og rejser en Stad med Uret,
13 Lo, is it not from Jehovah of Hosts And peoples are fatigued for fire, And nations for vanity are weary?
(er dette ikke fra Hærskarers HERRE?) saa Folkeslag slider for Ilden, og Folkefærds Møje er spildt.
14 For full is the earth of the knowledge of the honour of Jehovah, As waters cover [the bottom of] a sea.
Thi Jorden skal fyldes af Kundskab om HERRENS Herlighed, som Vandene dækker Havets Bund.
15 Woe [to] him who is giving drink to his neighbour, Pouring out thy bottle, and also making drunk, In order to look on their nakedness.
Ve ham, som lader Venner drikke en Rus af Fade og Skaale for at faa deres Blusel at se.
16 Thou hast been filled — shame without honour, Drink thou also, and be uncircumcised, Turn round unto thee doth the cup of the right hand of Jehovah, And shameful spewing [is] on thine honour.
Du mætted dig med Skam for Ære. Drik selv, vis din Forhud frem! Nu kommer Bægeret fra HERRENS højre til dig og Skændsel til din Ære.
17 For violence [to] Lebanon doth cover thee, And spoil of beasts doth affright them, Because of man's blood, and of violence [to] the land, [To] the city, and [to] all dwelling in it.
Thi du tynges af Vold mod Libanon, knuses for Misbrug af Dyr, for Menneskeblods Skyld, for Vold mod Landet, mod Byen og alle, som bor der.
18 What profit hath a graven image given That its former hath graven it? A molten image and teacher of falsehood, That trusted hath the former on his own formation — to make dumb idols?
Hvad gavner det skaarne Billed, at en Billedskærer skærer det ud, det støbte Billed, hvis Spaadom er falsk, at en Billedskærer stoler derpaa, saa han laver stumme Guder?
19 Woe [to] him who is saying to wood, 'Awake,' 'Stir up,' to a dumb stone, It a teacher! lo, it is overlaid — gold and silver, And there is no spirit in its midst.
Ve den, som siger til Træ: »Vaagn op!« til Sten uden Mæle: »Staa op!« Den skulde kunne spaa! Se, den er klædt i Guld og Sølv, men af Aand har den intet i sig.
20 And Jehovah [is] in His holy temple, Be silent before Him, all the earth!
Men HERREN er i sin Helligdom; stille for ham, al Jorden!
