Isaiah 49
1 Hearken, O isles, unto me, And attend, O peoples, from afar, Jehovah from the womb hath called me, From the bowels of my mother He hath made mention of my name.
Hør mig, I fjerne Strande, lyt til, I Folk i det fjerne! HERREN har fra Moders Liv kaldt mig, fra Moders Skød nævnet mit Navn;
2 And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.
til et skarpt Sværd gjorde han min Mund og skjulte mig i Skyggen af sin Hånd, til en sleben Pil har han gjort mig og gemt mig i sit Kogger,
3 And He saith to me, 'My servant Thou art, O Israel, In whom I beautify Myself.'
sagt til mig: "Du er min Tjener, Israel, ved hvem jeg vinder Ære."
4 And I said, 'For a vain thing I laboured, For emptiness and vanity my power I consumed, But my judgment [is] with Jehovah, And my wage with my God.
Jeg sagde: "Min Møje er spildt, på Tomhed og Vind sled jeg mig op dog er min Ret hos HERREN, min Løn er hos min Gud."
5 And now, said Jehovah, who is forming me from the belly for a servant to Him, To bring back Jacob unto Him, (Though Israel is not gathered, Yet I am honoured in the eyes of Jehovah, And my God hath been my strength.)
Og nu siger HERREN, som danned mig fra Moders Liv til sin Tjener for at hjemføre Jakob til ham og samle Israel til ham og i HERRENs Øjne er jeg æret, min Gud er blevet min Styrke -
6 And He saith, 'It hath been a light thing That thou art to Me for a servant To raise up the tribes of Jacob, And the preserved of Israel to bring back, And I have given thee for a light of nations, To be My salvation unto the end of the earth.'
han siger: "For lidt for dig som min Tjener at rejse jakobs Stammer og hjemføre Israels frelste! Jeg gør dig til Hedningers Lys, at min Frelse må nå til Jordens Ende."
7 Thus said Jehovah, Redeemer of Israel, His Holy One, To the despised in soul, To the abominated of a nation, To the servant of rulers: 'Kings see, and have risen, princes, and worship, For the sake of Jehovah, who is faithful, The Holy of Israel, and He chooseth thee.'
Så siger HERREN, Israels Genløser, dets Hellige, til den dybt foragtede, skyet af Folk, Herskernes Træl: Konger skal se det og rejse sig, Fyrster skal kaste sig ned for HERRENs Skyld, den trofaste, Israels Hellige, der udvælger dig.
8 Thus said Jehovah: 'In a time of good pleasure I answered thee, And in a day of salvation I helped thee, And I keep thee, and give thee, For a covenant of the people, To establish the earth, To cause to inherit desolate inheritances.
Så siger HERREN: Jeg hører dig i Nådens Stund, jeg hjælper dig på Frelsens Dag, vogter dig og gør dig til Folkepagt for at rejse Landet igen, udskifte øde Lodder
9 To say to the bound, Go out, To those in darkness, Be uncovered. On the ways they feed, And in all high places is their pasture.
og sige til de bundne: "Gå ud!" til dem i Mørket: "Kom frem!" Græs skal de finde langs Vejene, Græsgang på hver nøgen Høj;
10 They do not hunger, nor thirst, Nor smite them doth mirage and sun, For He who is pitying them doth lead them, And by fountains of waters doth tend them.
de hungrer og tørster ikke, dem stikker ej Hede og Sol. Thi deres Forbarmer fører dem, leder dem til Kildevæld;
11 And I have made all My mountains for a way, And My highways are lifted up.
jeg gør alle Bjerge til Vej, og alle Stier skal højnes.
12 Lo, these from afar come in, And lo, these from the north, and from the sea, And these from the land of Sinim.
Se, nogle kommer langvejsfra, nogle fra Nord og Vest, nogle fra Sinims Land.
13 Sing, O heavens, and joy, O earth, And break forth, O mountains, with singing, For comforted hath Jehovah His people, And His afflicted ones He doth pity.
Jubler, I Himle, fryd dig, du Jord, I Bjerge, bryd ud i Jubel! Thi HERREN trøster sit Folk, forbarmer sig over sine arme.
14 And Zion saith, 'Jehovah hath forsaken me, And my Lord hath forgotten me.'
Dog siger Zion: "HERREN har svigtet mig, Herren har glemt mig!"
15 Forget doth a woman her suckling, The loved one — the son of her womb? Yea, these forget — but I — I forget not thee.
Glemmer en Kvinde sit diende Barn, en Moder, hvad hun bar under Hjerte? Ja, selv om de kunde glemme, jeg glemmer ej dig.
16 Lo, on the palms of the hand I have graven thee, Thy walls [are] before Me continually.
Se, i mine Hænder har jeg tegnet dig, dine Mure har jeg altid for Øje.
17 Hastened have those building thee, Those destroying thee, and laying thee waste, go out from thee.
Dine Børn kommer ilende; de, som nedbrød og lagde dig øde, går bort.
18 Lift up round about thine eyes and see, All of them have been gathered, They have come to thee. I live, an affirmation of Jehovah! Surely all of them as an ornament thou puttest on, And thou bindest them on like a bride.
Løft Øjnene, se dig om, de samles, kommer alle til dig. Så sandt jeg lever, lyder det fra HERREN: Du skal bære dem alle som Smykke, binde dem som Bruden sit Bælte.
19 Because thy wastes, and thy desolate places, And the land of thy ruins, Surely now are straitened because of inhabitants, And far off have been those consuming thee.
Thi dine Tomter og Grusdynger, dit hærgede Land ja, nu er du Beboerne for trang; de, som åd dig, er borte;
20 Again do the sons of thy bereavement say in thine ears: 'The place is too strait for me, Come nigh to me — and I dwell.'
end skal du høre dem sige, din Barnløsheds Børn: "Her er for trangt, så flyt dig, at jeg kan sidde!"
21 And thou hast said in thy heart: 'Who hath begotten for me — these? And I bereaved and gloomy, A captive, and turned aside, And these — who hath nourished? Lo, I — I was left by myself, these — whence [are] they?
Da tænker du i dit Hjerte: "Hvo fødte mig dem? Jeg var jo barnløs og gold, landflygtig og bortstødt, hvo fostrede dem? Ene sad jeg tilbage, hvor kommer de fra?"
22 Thus said the Lord Jehovah: 'Lo, I lift up unto nations My hand, And unto peoples I raise up Mine ensign, And they have brought thy sons in the bosom, And thy daughters on the shoulder are carried.
Så siger den Herre HERREN: Se, jeg løfter min Hånd for Folkene, rejser mit Banner for Folkeslag, og de bringer dine Sønner i Favnen, dine Døtre bæres på Skulder.
23 And kings have been thy nursing fathers, And their princesses thy nursing mothers; Face to the earth — they bow down to thee, And the dust of thy feet they lick up, And thou hast known that I [am] Jehovah, That those expecting Me are not ashamed.
Konger bliver Fosterfædre for dig, deres Dronninger skal være dine Ammer. De kaster sig på Ansigtet for dig, slikker dine Fødders Støv. Du skal kende, at jeg er HERREN; de, som bier på mig, bliver ikke til Skamme.
24 Is prey taken from the mighty? And the captive of the righteous delivered?
Kan Bytte fratages en Helt, kan den stærkes Fanger slippe bort?
25 For thus said Jehovah: Even the captive of the mighty is taken, And the prey of the terrible is delivered, And with thy striver I strive, and thy sons I save.
Thi så siger HERREN: Om Fanger end fratages Helten, slipper Bytte end bort fra den stærke, jeg strider mod dem, der strider mod dig, og dine Børn vil jeg frelse.
26 And I have caused thine oppressors to eat their own flesh, And as new wine they drink their own blood, And known have all flesh that I, Jehovah, Thy saviour, and thy redeemer, [Am] the Mighty One of Jacob!'
Dem, der trænger dig, lader jeg æde deres eget Kød, deres Blod skal de drikke som Most; REN, er din Frelser, din Genløser Jakobs Vældige.
