Isaiah 42
1 Lo, My servant, I take hold on him, My chosen one — My soul hath accepted, I have put My Spirit upon him, Judgment to nations he bringeth forth.
Se min Tjener, ved hvem jeg holder fast, min udvalgte, hvem jeg har kær! Paa ham har jeg lagt min Aand, han skal udbrede Ret til Folkene.
2 He doth not cry, nor lift up, Nor cause his voice to be heard, in the street.
Han raaber og skriger ikke, løfter ej Røsten paa Gaden,
3 A bruised reed he breaketh not, And dim flax he quencheth not, To truth he bringeth forth judgment.
bryder ej knækket Rør og slukker ej rygende Tande. Han udbreder Ret med Troskab,
4 He doth not become weak nor bruised, Till he setteth judgment in the earth, And for his law isles wait with hope.
vansmægter, udmattes ikke, før han faar sat Ret paa Jorden; og fjerne Strande bier paa hans Lov.
5 Thus said God, Jehovah, preparing The heavens, and stretching them out, Spreading out the earth and its productions, Giving breath to the people on it, And spirit to those walking in it.
Saa siger Gud HERREN, som skabte og udspændte Himlen, udbredte Jorden med dens Grøde, gav Folkene paa den Aandedræt og dem, som vandrer der, Aande.
6 I, Jehovah, did call thee in righteousness, And I lay hold on thy hand, and keep thee, And I give thee for a covenant of a people, And a light of nations.
Jeg, HERREN, har kaldet dig i Retfærd og grebet dig fast om Haand; jeg vogter dig, og jeg gør dig til Folkepagt, til Hedningelys
7 To open the eyes of the blind, To bring forth from prison the bound one, From the house of restraint those sitting in darkness.
for at aabne de blinde Øjne og føre de fangne fra Fængslet, fra Fangehullet Mørkets Gæster.
8 I [am] Jehovah, this [is] My name, And Mine honour to another I give not, Nor My praise to graven images.
Jeg er HERREN, saa lyder mit Navn. Jeg giver ej andre min Ære, ej Gudebilleder min Pris.
9 The former things, lo, have come, And new things I am declaring, Before they spring up I cause you to hear.
Hvad jeg forudsagde, se, det er sket, jeg forkynder nu nye Ting, kundgør dem, før de spirer frem.
10 Sing to Jehovah a new song, His praise from the end of the earth, Ye who are going down to the sea, and its fulness, Isles, and their inhabitants.
Syng HERREN en ny Sang, hans Pris over Jorden vide; Havet og dets Fylde skal juble, fjerne Strande og de, som bebor dem;
11 The wilderness and its cities do lift up [the voice], The villages Kedar doth inhabit, Sing do the inhabitants of Sela, From the top of mountains they cry.
Ørkenen og dens Byer stemmer i, de Lejre, hvor Kedar bor; Klippeboerne jubler, raaber fra Bjergenes Tinder;
12 They ascribe to Jehovah honour, And His praise in the isles they declare.
HERREN giver de Ære, forkynder hans Pris paa fjerne Strande.
13 Jehovah as a mighty one goeth forth. As a man of war He stirreth up zeal, He crieth, yea, He shrieketh, Against His enemies He showeth Himself mighty.
HERREN drager ud som en Helt, han vækker som en Stridsmand sin Kamplyst, han udstøder Krigsskrig, han brøler, æsker sine Fjender til Strid.
14 I have kept silent from of old, I keep silent, I refrain myself, As a travailing woman I cry out, I desolate and swallow up together.
En Evighed lang har jeg tiet, været tavs og lagt Baand paa mig selv; nu skriger jeg som Kvinde i Barnsnød, stønner og snapper efter Luft.
15 I make waste mountains and hills, And all their herbs I dry up, And I have made rivers become isles, And ponds I dry up.
Jeg gør Bjerge og Høje tørre, afsvider alt deres Grønt, gør Strømme til udtørret Land, og Sumpe lægger jeg tørre.
16 And I have caused the blind to go, In a way they have not known, In paths they have not known I cause them to tread, I make a dark place before them become light, And unlevelled places become a plain, These [are] the things I have done to them, And I have not forsaken them.
Jeg fører blinde ad ukendt Vej, leder dem ad ukendte Stier, gør Mørket foran dem til Lys og Bakkelandet til Slette. Det er de Ting, jeg gør, og dem gaar jeg ikke fra.
17 Removed backward — utterly ashamed, Are those trusting in a graven image, Those saying to a molten image, 'Ye [are] our gods.'
Vige og dybt beskæmmes skal de, som stoler paa Billeder, som siger til støbte Billeder: »I er vore Guder!«
18 Ye deaf, hear; and ye blind, look to see.
I, som er døve, hør, løft Blikket, I blinde, og se!
19 Who [is] blind but My servant? And deaf as My messenger I send? Who [is] blind as he who is at peace, Yea, blind, as the servant of Jehovah?
Hvo er blind, om ikke min Tjener, og døv som Budet, jeg sendte? Hvo er blind som min haandgangne Mand, blind som HERRENS Tjener?
20 Seeing many things, and thou observest not, Opening ears, and he heareth not.
Meget saa han, men ænsed det ikke, trods aabne Ører hørte han ej.
21 Jehovah hath delight for the sake of His righteousness, He magnifieth law, and maketh honourable.
For sin Retfærds Skyld vilde HERREN løfte Loven til Højhed og Ære.
22 And this [is] a people seized and spoiled, Snared in holes — all of them, And in houses of restraint they were hidden, They have been for a prey, And there is no deliverer, A spoil, and none is saying, 'Restore.'
Men Folket er plyndret og hærget; de er alle bundet i Huler, skjult i Fangers Huse, til Ran blev de, ingen redder, til Plyndring, ingen siger: »Slip dem!«
23 Who among you giveth ear [to] this? Attendeth, and heareth afterwards.
Hvem af jer vil lytte til dette, mærke sig og fremtidig høre det:
24 Who hath given Jacob for a spoil, And Israel to the spoilers? Is it not Jehovah — He against whom we sinned? Yea, they have not been willing in His ways to walk, Nor have they hearkened to His law.
Hvo hengav Jakob til Plyndring, gav Israel hen til Ransmænd? Mon ikke HERREN, mod hvem vi synded, hvis Veje de ej vilde vandre, hvis Lov de ikke hørte?
25 And He poureth on him fury, His anger, and the strength of battle, And it setteth him on fire round about, And he hath not known, And it burneth against him, and he layeth it not to heart!
Han udgød over det Harme, sin Vrede og Krigens Vælde; den luede om det, det ænsed det ej, den sved det, det tog sig det ikke til Hjerte.
