Isaiah 25

1 O Jehovah, my God [art] Thou, I exalt Thee, I confess Thy name, For Thou hast done a wonderful thing, Counsels of old, stedfastness, O stedfast One.

HERRE, min Gud er du; jeg priser dig, lover dit Navn. Thi du har gjort et Under, Råd fra fordum var tro og sande.

2 For Thou didst make of a city a heap, Of a fenced city a ruin, A high place of strangers from [being] a city, To the age it is not built.

Thi du lagde Byen i Grus, den faste Stad i Ruiner; de fremmedes Borg er nedbrudt, aldrig mer skal den bygges.

3 Therefore honour Thee do a strong people, A city of the terrible nations feareth Thee.

Derfor ærer dig et mægtigt Folk, frygter dig grumme Hedningers Stad.

4 For Thou hast been a stronghold for the poor, A stronghold for the needy in his distress, A refuge from storm, a shadow from heat, When the spirit of the terrible [is] as a storm — a wall.

Thi du blev de ringes Værn, den fattiges Værn i Nøden, et Ly mod Skylregn, en Skygge mod Hede; thi som isnende Regn er Voldsmænds Ånde,

5 As heat in a dry place, The noise of strangers Thou humblest, Heat with the shadow of a thick cloud, The singing of the terrible is humbled.

som Hede i det tørre Land. Du kuer de fremmedes Larm; som Hede ved Skyens Skygge så dæmpes Voldsmænds Sang.

6 And made hath Jehovah of Hosts, For all the peoples in this mount, A banquet of fat things, a banquet of preserved things, Fat things full of marrow, preserved things refined.

Hærskarers HERRE gør på dette Bjerg et Gæstebud for alle Folkeslag med fede Retter og stærk Vin, med fede, marvfulde Retter og stærk og klaret Vin.

7 And swallowed up hath He in this mountain The face of the wrapping that is wrapped over all the peoples, And of the covering that is spread over all the nations.

Og han borttager på dette Bjerg Sløret, som tilslører alle Folkeslag, og Dækket, der dækker alle Folk.

8 He hath swallowed up death in victory, And wiped hath the Lord Jehovah, The tear from off all faces, And the reproach of His people He turneth aside from off all the earth, For Jehovah hath spoken.

Han opsluger Døden for stedse. Og den Herre HERREN aftørrer Tåren af hver en Kind og gør Ende på sit Folks Skam på hele Jorden, så sandt HERREN har talet.

9 And [one] hath said in that day, 'Lo, this [is] our God, We waited for Him, and He saveth us, This [is] Jehovah, we have waited for Him, We joy and rejoice in His salvation.'

På hin Dag skal man sige: Se, her er vor Gud, som vi biede på, og som frelste os; her er HERREN, som vi biede på. Lad os juble og glæde os over hans Frelse;

10 For rest doth the hand of Jehovah on this mountain, And trodden down is Moab under Him, As trodden down is straw on a dunghill.

thi HERRENs Hånd hviler over dette Bjerg. Men Moab trampes ned, hvor det står, som Strå i Møddingpølen;

11 And he spread out his hands in its midst, As spread out doth the swimmer to swim; And He hath humbled his excellency With the machinations of his hands.

det breder sine Hænder ud deri som Svømmeren gør for at svømme, og han ydmyger dets Hovmod trods Hændernes Kunstgreb.

12 And the fortress of the high place of thy walls He hath bowed down — He hath made low, He hath caused [it] to come to the earth, — unto dust.

Han nedbryder og nedstyrter de stejle Mures Værn; han jævner dem med Jorden, så de ligger i Støvet.