Isaiah 33
1 Woe, spoiler! and thou not spoiled, And treacherous! and they dealt not treacherously with thee, When thou dost finish, O spoiler, thou art spoiled, When thou dost finish dealing treacherously, They deal treacherously with thee.
Ve dig, du Hærværksmand, selv ikke hærget, du Ransmand, skånet for Ran! Når dit Hærværk er endt, skal du hærges, når din Ranen har Ende, skal der ranes fra dig!
2 O Jehovah, favour us, for thee we have waited, Be their arm, in the mornings, Yea, our salvation in time of adversity.
HERRE, vær os nådig, vi bier på dig, vær du vor Arm hver Morgen, vor Frelse i Nødens Stund!
3 From the voice of a multitude fled have peoples, From thine exaltation scattered have been nations.
For Bulderet må Folkeslag fly; når du rejser dig, splittes Folkene.
4 And gathered hath been your spoil, A gathering of the caterpillar, As a running to and fro of locusts is he running on it.
Som Græshopper bortriver, bortrives Bytte, man styrter derover som Græshoppesværme.
5 Set on high is Jehovah, for He is dwelling on high, He filled Zion [with] judgment and righteousness,
Ophøjet er HERREN, thi han bor i det høje, han fylder Zion med Ret og Retfærd.
6 And hath been the stedfastness of thy times, The strength of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge, Fear of Jehovah — it [is] His treasure.
Trygge Tider skal du have, en Frelsesrigdom er Visdom og Indsigt, HERRENs Frygt er din Skat.
7 Lo, 'Their Ariel,' they have cried without, Messengers of peace do weep bitterly.
Se, deres Helte skriger derude, Fredens Sendebud græder bittert;
8 Desolated have been highways, Ceased hath he who passeth along the path, He hath broken covenant, He hath despised enemies, He hath not esteemed a man.
Vejene er øde, vejfarende borte. Han brød sin Pagt, agted Byer ringe, Mennesker regned han ikke.
9 Mourned, languished hath the land, Confounded hath been Lebanon, Withered hath been Sharon as a wilderness, And shaking are Bashan and Carmel.
Landet blegner og sygner, Libanon skæmmes og visner; Saron er som en Ørken, Basan og Karmel uden Løv.
10 Now, do I arise, saith Jehovah, Now I am exalted, now I am lifted up.
Nu står jeg op, siger HERREN, nu vil jeg rejse mig, nu træde frem!
11 Ye conceive chaff, ye bear stubble, Your spirit! — fire devoureth you.
I undfanger Strå og føder Halm, eders Ånde er Ild, der fortærer jer selv;
12 And peoples have been [as] burnings of lime, Thorns, as sweepings, with fire they burn.
til Kalk skal Folkene brændes som afhugget Torn, der brænder i Ild.
13 Hear, ye far off, that which I have done, And know, ye near ones, My might.
Hvad jeg gør, skal rygtes til fjerne Folk, nære skal kende min Vælde.
14 Afraid in Zion have been sinners, Seized hath trembling the profane: Who doth dwell for us — consuming fire, Who doth dwell for us — burnings of the age?
På Zion skal Syndere bæve, Niddinger gribes af Skælven: "Hvem kan bo ved fortærende Ild, hvem kan bo ved evige Bål?"
15 Whoso is walking righteously, And is speaking uprightly, Kicking against gain of oppressions, Shaking his hands from taking hold on a bribe, Stopping his ear from hearing of blood, And shutting his eyes from looking on evil,
Den, der vandrer i Retfærd og taler oprigtigt, ringeagter Vinding, vundet ved Uret, vægrer sig ved at tage mod Gave, tilstopper Øret over for Blodråd og lukker Øjnene over for det onde -
16 He high places doth inhabit, Strongholds of rock [are] his high tower, His bread hath been given, his waters stedfast.
højt skal en sådan bo, hans Værn skal Klippeborge være; han får sit Brød, og Vand er ham sikret.
17 A king in his beauty, see do thine eyes, They see a land afar off.
Dine Øjne får Kongen at se i hans Skønhed, de skuer et vidtstrakt Land.
18 Thy heart doth meditate terror, Where [is] he who is counting? Where [is] he who is weighing? Where [is] he who is counting the towers?
Dit Hjerte skal tænke på Rædselen: "Hvor er nu han, der talte og vejede, han, der talte Tårnene?"
19 The strong people thou seest not, A people deeper of lip than to be understood, Of a scorned tongue, there is no understanding.
Du ser ej det vilde Folk med dybt, uforståeligt Mål, med stammende, ufattelig Tunge.
20 See Zion, the city of our meetings, Thine eyes see Jerusalem a quiet habitation, A tent not taken down, Not removed are its pins for ever, And none of its cords are broken.
Se på Zion, vore Højtiders By! Dine Øjne skal skue Jerusalem, et sikkert Lejrsted, et Telt, der ej flytter, hvis Pæle aldrig rykkes op, hvis Snore ej rives over.
21 But there mighty [is] Jehovah for us, A place of rivers — streams broad of sides, No ship with oars doth go into it, And a mighty ship doth not pass over it.
Nej der træder HERRENs Bæk for os i Floders og brede Strømmes Sted; der kan ej Åreskib gå, ej vældigt Langskib sejle.
22 For Jehovah our judge, Jehovah our lawgiver, Jehovah our king — He doth save us.
Thi HERREN er vor Dommer, HERREN er vor Hersker, HERREN er vor Konge, han bringer os Frelse.
23 Left have been thy ropes, They strengthen not rightly their mast, They have not spread out a sail, Then apportioned hath been a prey of much spoil, The lame have taken spoil.
Slapt hænger dit Tovværk, det holder ej Råen og spænder ej Sejlet. Da uddeles røvet Bytte i Overflod, halte tager Del i Rovet.
24 Nor doth an inhabitant say, 'I was sick,' The people that is dwelling in it, is forgiven of iniquity!
Ingen Indbygger siger: "Jeg er syg!" Folket der har sin Synd forladt.
