Isaiah 35
1 They joy from the wilderness and dry place, And rejoice doth the desert, and flourish as the rose,
Ørken og hede skal fryde sig, Ødemark juble og blomstre;
2 Flourishing it doth flourish, and rejoice, Yea, [with] joy and singing, The honour of Lebanon hath been given to it, The beauty of Carmel and Sharon, They — they see the honour of Jehovah, The majesty of our God.
blomstre frodigt som Rosen og juble, ja juble med Fryd. Libanons Herlighed gives den, Karmels og Sarons Pragt. HERRENs Herlighed skuer de, vor Guds Højhed.
3 Strengthen ye the feeble hands, Yea, the stumbling knees strengthen.
Styrk de slappe Hænder, lad de vaklende Knæ blive faste,
4 Say to the hastened of heart, 'Be strong, Fear not, lo, your God; vengeance cometh, The recompence of God, He Himself doth come and save you.'
sig til de ængstede Hjerter: Vær stærke, vær uden Frygt! Se eders Gud! Han kommer med Hævn, Gengæld kommer fra Gud; han kommer og frelser eder.
5 Then opened are eyes of the blind, And ears of the deaf are unstopped,
Da åbnes de blindes Øjne, de døves Ører lukkes op;
6 Then leap as a hart doth the lame, And sing doth the tongue of the dumb, For broken up in a wilderness have been waters, And streams in a desert.
da springer den halte som Hjort, den stummes Tunge jubler; thi Vand vælder frem i Ørkenen, Bække i Ødemark;
7 And the mirage hath become a pond, And the thirsty land fountains of waters, In the habitation of dragons, Its place of couching down, a court for reed and rush.
det glødende Sand bliver Vanddrag, til Kildevæld tørstigt Land. I Sjakalers Bo holder Hjorde Rast, på Strudsenes Enemærker gror Rør og Siv.
8 And a highway hath been there, and a way, And the 'way of holiness' is called to it, Not pass over it doth the unclean, And He Himself [is] by them, Whoso is going in the way — even fools err not.
Der bliver en banet Vej, den hellige Vej skal den kaldes; ingen uren færdes på den, den er Valfartsvej for hans Folk, selv enfoldige farer ej vild.
9 No lion is there, yea, a destructive beast Ascendeth it not, it is not found there, And walked have the redeemed,
På den er der ingen Løver, Rovdyr træder den ej, der skal de ikke findes. De genløste vandrer ad den,
10 And the ransomed of Jehovah return, And have entered Zion with singing. And joy age-during on their head, Joy and gladness they attain, And fled away have sorrow and sighing!
HERRENs forløste vender hjem, de drager til Zion med Jubel, med evig Glæde om Issen; Fryd og Glæde får de, Sorg og Suk skal fly.
