Isaiah 63

1 'Who [is] this coming from Edom? With dyed garments from Bozrah? This that is honourable in his clothing, Travelling in the abundance of his power?' — 'I, speaking in righteousness, mighty to save.'

Hvem kommer der fra Edom, i Højrøde Klæder fra Bozra, han i det bølgende Klædebon, stolt i sin vældige Kraft?"Det er mig, som taler i Retfærd, vældig til at frelse!"

2 'Wherefore [is] thy clothing red? And thy garments as treading in a wine fat?'

Hvorfor er dit Klædebon rødt, dine Klæder som en Persetræders?

3 — 'A wine-press I have trodden by myself, And of the peoples there is no one with me, And I tread them in mine anger, And I trample them in my fury, Sprinkled is their strength on my garments, And all my clothing I have polluted.

"Jeg trådte Vinpersen ene, af Folkeslagene var ingen med mig; jeg trådte dem i min Vrede, tramped dem i min Harme; da sprøjted deres Blod på mine Klæder, jeg tilsøled hele min Klædning.

4 For the day of vengeance [is] in my heart, And the year of my redeemed hath come.

Thi til Hævnens Dag stod min Hu, mit Genløsningsår var kommet.

5 And I look attentively, and there is none helping, And I am astonished that there is none supporting, And give salvation to me doth mine own arm. And my wrath — it hath supported me.

Jeg spejded, men ingen hjalp til, jeg studsed, men ingen stod mig bi. Da kom min Arm mig til Hjælp, og min Harme, den stod mig bi;

6 And I tread down peoples in mine anger, And I make them drunk in my fury, And I bring down to earth their strength.

jeg søndertrådte Folkeslag i Vrede, i Harme knuste jeg dem, deres Blod lod jeg strømme til Jorden."

7 The kind acts of Jehovah I make mention of, The praises of Jehovah, According to all that Jehovah hath done for us, And the abundance of the goodness to the house of Israel, That He hath done for them, According to His mercies, And according to the abundance of His kind acts.

Jeg vil synge om HERRENs Nåde, kvæde hans Pris, efter alt, hvad HERREN har gjort os, huld imod Israels Hus, gjort os efter sin Miskundhed, sin Nådes Fylde.

8 And He saith, Only My people they [are], Sons — they lie not, and He is to them for a saviour.

Han sagde: "De er jo mit Folk, de er Børn, som ej sviger." Og en Frelser blev han for dem

9 In all their distress [He is] no adversary, And the messenger of His presence saved them, In His love and in His pity He redeemed them, And He doth lift them up, And beareth them all the days of old.

i al deres Trængsel; intet Bud, ingen Engel, hans Åsyn frelste dem. I sin Kærlighed og Skånsel genløste han dem, han løfted og bar dem alle Fortidens Dage.

10 And they have rebelled and grieved His Holy Spirit, And He turneth to them for an enemy, He Himself hath fought against them.

Men de stred imod og bedrøved hans hellige Ånd; så blev han deres Fjende, han kæmped imod dem.

11 And He remembereth the days of old, Moses — his people. Where [is] He who is bringing them up from the sea, The shepherd of his flock? Where [is] He who is putting in its midst His Holy Spirit?

Da tænkte hans Folk på gamle Dage, på Moses: "Hvor er han, som drog sit Småkvægs Hyrde op af Vandet? Hvor er han, som lagde sin hellige Ånd i hans Hjerte,

12 Leading by the right hand of Moses, the arm of His glory, Cleaving waters from before them, To make to Himself a name age-during.

lod vandre sin herlige Arm ved Moses's højre, kløvede Vandet for dem og vandt et evigt Navn,

13 Leading them through the depths, As a horse in a plain they stumble not.

førte dem gennem Dybet som en Hest på Steppen?

14 As a beast into a valley goeth down, The Spirit of Jehovah causeth him to rest, So hast Thou led Thy people, To make to Thyself a glorious name.

Som Kvæg, der går ned i dalen, snubled de ikke. Dem ledte HERRENs Ånd. Således ledte du dit Folk for at vinde dig et herligt Navn."

15 Look attentively from the heavens, And see from Thy holy and beauteous habitation, Where [is] Thy zeal and Thy might? The multitude of Thy bowels and Thy mercies Towards me have refrained themselves.

Sku ned fra Himlen, se ud fra din hellige, herlige Bolig! Hvor er din Nidkærhed og Vælde, dit svulmende Hjerte, din Medynk? Hold dig ikke tilbage,

16 For Thou [art] our Father, For Abraham hath not known us, And Israel doth not acknowledge us, Thou, O Jehovah, [art] our Father, Our redeemer from the age, [is] Thy name.

du, som dog er vor Fader. Thi Abraham ved ej af os, Israel kendes ej ved os, men du er vor Fader, HERRE, "vor Genløser" hed du fra Evighed.

17 Why causest Thou us to wander, O Jehovah, from Thy ways? Thou hardenest our heart from Thy fear, Turn back for Thy servants' sake, The tribes of Thine inheritance.

Hvi leder du os vild fra dine Veje, HERRE, forhærder vort Hjerte mod din Frygt? Vend tilbage for dine Tjeneres, din Arvelods Stammers Skyld!

18 For a little while did Thy holy people possess, Our adversaries have trodden down Thy sanctuary.

Hvi har gudløse trådt i din Helligdom, vore Fjender nedtrampet dit Tempel?

19 We have been from of old, Thou hast not ruled over them, Not called is Thy name upon them!

Vi er som dem, du aldrig har styret, over hvem dit Navn ej er nævnt.