Isaiah 23
1 The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.
Et Udsagn om Tyrus. Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus! De får det at vide på Vejen fra Kyperns Land.
2 Be silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.
Det er ude med Kystlandets Folk, med Zidons Købmænd, hvis Sendebud for over Havet,
3 And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is a mart of nations.
de mange Vande, hvis Indkomst var Sjihors Sæd, hvis Vinding Alverdens Varer.
4 Be ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: 'I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.'
Skam få du, Zidon, thi Havet siger: "Jeg har ikke haft Veer, jeg fødte ikke, ej har jeg fostret Ynglinge, opfødt Jomfruer!"
5 As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.
Når Rygtet når Ægypten, skælver de ved Rygtet om Tyrus.
6 Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,
Drag over til Tarsis og jamrer, I Kystlandets Folk!
7 Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
Er det eders jublende By fra Urtids Dage, hvis Fødder førte den viden om som Gæst?
8 Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'
Hvo satte sig dette for mod det kronede Tyrus, hvis Købmænd var Fyrster, hvis Kræmmere Jordens Adel?
9 Jehovah of Hosts hath counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.
Det gjorde Hærskarers HERRE for at vanære Hovmod, skænde al Stolthed, al Jordens Adel.
10 Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.
Græd, I Tarsisskibe, Havn er der ikke mer!
11 His hand He hath stretched out over the sea, He hath caused kingdoms to tremble, Jehovah hath charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
Han udrakte Hånden mod Havet, rystede Riger, HERREN samled Folk for at jævne Kana'ans Fæstninger.
12 And He saith, 'Thou dost not add any more to exult, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Zidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there — there is no rest for thee.'
Han sagde: "Aldrig mer skal du juble, du voldtagne Jomfru, Zidons Datter! Stå op, drag over til Kypern, selv der skal du ej finde Hvile!"
13 Lo, the land of the Chaldeans — this people was not, Asshur founded it for the Ziim, They raised its watch-towers, They lifted up her palaces, — He hath appointed her for a ruin!
Se til Kyprioternes Land! Søfarere grunded det Folk; de rejste dets Vagttårne, Byer og Borge. Han gjorde det til en Ruinhob.
14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For your strength hath been destroyed.
Jamrer, I Tarsisskibe, eders Fæstning er i Grus!
15 And it hath come to pass, in that day, That forgotten is Tyre seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.
På hin Dag skal Tyrus gå ad Glemme i halvfjerdsindstyve År, som i een Konges Dage. Men efter halvfjerdsindstyve Års Forløb skal det gå med Tyrus som med Skøgen i Visen:
16 Take a harp, go round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest be remembered.
Tag din Citer, gå rundt i Byen, du glemte Skøge, leg smukt på Strenge, syng, hvad du kan, så du kommes i Hu!"
17 And it hath come to pass, At the end of seventy years Jehovah inspecteth Tyre, And she hath repented of her gift, That she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
Efter halvfjerdsindstyve Års Forløb vil HERREN se til Tyrus; det skal atter modtage Skøgeløn og bole med Alverdens Riger på den vide Jord.
18 And her merchandise and her gift have been holy to Jehovah, Not treasured up nor stored, For to those sitting before Jehovah is her merchandise, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
Men dets Vinding og Skøgeløn skal helliges HERREN; den skal ikke gemmes hen eller lægges op; dem, der bor for HERRENs Åsyn, skal dets Vinding tjene til Føde, Mættelse og prægtige Klæder.
