Isaiah 62
1 For Zion's sake I am not silent, And for Jerusalem's sake I do not rest, Till her righteousness go out as brightness, And her salvation, as a torch that burneth.
For Zions Skyld vil jeg ej tie, for Jerusalems skyld ej hvile før dets Ret rinder op som Lys, som en luende Fakkel dets Frelse.
2 And nations have seen thy righteousness, And all kings thine honour, And He is giving to thee a new name, That the mouth of Jehovah doth define.
Din Ret skal Folkene skue og alle Konger din Ære. Et nyt Navn giver man dig, som HERRENs Mund skal nævne.
3 And thou hast been a crown of beauty in the hand of Jehovah, And a diadem of royalty in the hand of thy God,
Og du bliver en dejlig Krone i HERRENs Hånd, et kongeligt Hovedbind i Hånden på din Gud.
4 It is not said of thee any more, 'Forsaken!' And of thy land it is not said any more, 'Desolate,' For to thee is cried, 'My delight [is] in her,' And to thy land, 'Married,' For Jehovah hath delighted in thee, And thy land is married.
Du kaldes ej mer "den forladte", dit Land "den ensomme"; nej, "Velbehag" kaldes du selv, og dit Land kaldes "Hustru". Thi HERREN har Velbehag i dig, dit Land skal ægtes.
5 For a young man doth marry a virgin, Thy Builders do marry thee, With the joy of a bridegroom over a bride, Rejoice over thee doth thy God.
Som Ynglingen ægter en Jomfru, så din Bygmester dig, som Brudgom glædes ved Brud, så din Gud ved dig.
6 'On thy walls, O Jerusalem, I have appointed watchmen, All the day, and all the night, Continually, they are not silent.' O ye remembrancers of Jehovah, Keep not silence for yourselves,
Jeg sætter Vægtere på dine Mure, Jerusalem; ingen Sinde bag eller Nat skal de tie. I, som minder HERREN, und jer ej Ro
7 And give not silence to Him, Till He establish, and till He make Jerusalem A praise in the earth.
og lad ham ikke i Ro, før han bygger Jerusalem, før han får gjort Jerusalem til Pris på Jorden.
8 Sworn hath Jehovah by His right hand, Even by the arm of His strength: 'I give not thy corn any more [as] food for thine enemies, Nor do sons of a stranger drink thy new wine, For which thou hast laboured.
HERREN svor ved sin højre, sin vældige Arm: Jeg giver ej mer dine Fjender dit Korn til Føde; Mosten, du sled for, skal Udlandets Sønner ej drikke;
9 For, those gathering it do eat it, and have praised Jehovah, And those collecting it do drink it in My holy courts.'
nej, de, der høster, skal spise prisende HERREN; de, der sanker, skal drikke i min hellige Forgård.
10 Pass ye on, pass on through the gates, Prepare ye the way of the people, Raise up, raise up the highway, clear it from stones, Lift up an ensign over the peoples.
Drag ud gennem Portene, drag ud, ban Folket Vej, byg Vej, byg Vej, sank alle Stenene af, rejs Banner over Folkeslagene!
11 Lo, Jehovah hath proclaimed unto the end of the earth: 'Say ye to the daughter of Zion, Lo, thy salvation hath come,' Lo, his hire [is] with him, and his wage before him.
Se, HERREN lader det høres til Jordens Ende: Sig til Zions Datter: "Se, din Frelse kommer, se, hans Løn er med ham, hans Vinding foran ham!"
12 And they have cried to them, 'People of the Holy One, Redeemed of Jehovah,' Yea, to thee is called, 'Sought out one, a city not forsaken!'
De skal kaldes: det hellige Folk, HERRENs genløste, og du: den søgte, en By, som ej er forladt.
