Jeremiah 8

1 At that time, an affirmation of Jehovah, They bring the bones of the kings of Judah, And the bones of its princes, And the bones of the priests, And the bones of the prophets, And the bones of inhabitants of Jerusalem, Out of their graves,

Til hin Tid, lyder det fra HERREN, skal man tage Judas kongers ben, dets Fyrsters Ben, Præsternes, Profeternes og Jerusalems Indbyggeres Ben ud af deres Grave

2 And have spread them to sun, and to moon, And to all the host of the heavens, that they have loved, And that they have served, And that they have walked after, And that they have sought, And to which they have bowed themselves, They are not gathered, nor buried, They are for dung on the face of the ground.

og sprede dem for Sol og Måne og al Himmelens Hær, som de elskede og dyrkede, holdt sig til, rådspurgte og tilbad; de skal ikke samles og jordes, men blive til Gødning på Marken.

3 And chosen is death rather than life By all the remnant who are left of this evil family, In all the remaining places, whither I have driven them, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts.

Og Døden skal foretrækkes for Livet af hele den Rest, der er tilbage af denne onde Slægt på alle de Steder, jeg driver dem hen, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE.

4 And thou hast said unto them: Thus said Jehovah, Do they fall, and not rise? Doth he turn back, and not return?

Og du skal sige til dem: Så siger HERREN: Mon man falder og ej står op, går tilbage og ej vender om?

5 Wherefore hath this people of Jerusalem Turned back — a perpetual backsliding? They have kept hold on deceit, They have refused to turn back.

Hvi falder da dette Folk i Jerusalem fra i evigt Frafald? De fastholder Svig, vil ikke vende om igen.

6 I have given attention, yea, I hearken, They do not speak right, No man hath repented of his wickedness, Saying, What have I done? Every one hath turned to his courses, As a horse is rushing into battle.

Jeg lytter, hører nøje efter: de taler ej Sandhed, ingen angrer sin Ondskab og siger: "Hvad gjorde jeg!" Hver styrter frem i sit Løb, som Hest stormer frem i Strid.

7 Even a stork in the heavens hath known her seasons, And turtle, and swallow, and crane, Have watched the time of their coming, And — My people have not known the judgment of Jehovah.

Selv Storken oppe i Luften kender sin Tid, Turtelduen, Svalen og Tranen holder den Tid, de skal komme; men mit Folk, de kender ej HERRENs Ret.

8 How do ye say, We [are] wise, And the law of Jehovah [is] with us? Surely, lo, falsely it hath wrought, The false pen of scribes.

Hvor kan I sige: "Vi er vise, og hos os er HERRENs Lov!" Nej, de skriftkloges Løgnegriffel virked i Løgnens Tjeneste.

9 Ashamed have been the wise, They have been affrighted, and are captured, Lo, against a word of Jehovah they kicked, And the wisdom of what — have they?

De vise skal blive til Skamme, ræddes og fanges. Se, HERRENs Ord har de vraget, hvad Visdom har de?

10 Therefore, I give their wives to others, Their fields to dispossessors, For from the least even unto the greatest, Every one is gaining dishonest gain, From prophet even unto priest, every one is dealing falsely.

Derfor giver jeg andre deres Kvinder, nye Herrer deres Marker. Thi fra små til store søger hver eneste Vinding, de farer alle med Løgn fra Profet til Præst.

11 And they heal the breach of the daughter of my people slightly, Saying, Peace, peace! and there is no peace.

De læger mit Folks Datters Brøst som den simpleste Sag, idet de siger: "Fred, Fred!" skønt der ikke er Fred.

12 They were ashamed when they did abomination! Yea, they are not at all ashamed, And blushing they have not known, Therefore, they do fall among falling ones, In the time of their inspection they stumble, said Jehovah.

De skal få Skam, thi de har gjort vederstyggelige Ting, og dog blues de ikke, dog kender de ikke til Skam. Derfor skal de falde på Valen; på Hjemsøgelsens Dag skal de snuble, siger HERREN.

13 I utterly consume them, an affirmation of Jehovah, There are no grapes in the vine, Yea, there are no figs in the fig-tree, And the leaf hath faded, And the strength they have passeth from them.

Jeg vil bjærge deres Høst, så lyder det fra HERREN, men Vinstokken er uden Druer, Figentræet uden Figner, og Løvet er vissent.

14 Wherefore are we sitting still? Be gathered, and we go in to the fenced cities, And we are silent there, For Jehovah our God hath made us silent, Yea, He causeth us to drink water of gall, For we have sinned against Jehovah.

Hvorfor sidder vi stille? Flok jer dog sammen, lad os gå til de faste Stæder og tilintetgøres der! Thi HERREN vor Gud tilintetgør os, Gift er vor Drik, thi vi synded mod HERREN.

15 Looking for peace — and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.

Man håber på Fred, men det bliver ej godt, på Lægedoms Tid, men se, der er Rædsel.

16 From Dan hath been heard the snorting of his horses, From the voice of the neighings of his mighty ones, Trembled hath all the land, And they come in and consume the land and its fulness, The city and the inhabitants in it.

Hans Hestes Fnysen høres fra Dan, ved Lyden af hans Hingstes Vrinsken skælver alt Landet. De kommer og opæder Landet og dets Fylde, Byen og dens Borgere.

17 For, lo, I am sending among you serpents, Vipers that have no charmer, And they have bitten you, an affirmation of Jehovah.

Thi se, jeg sender imod jer Slanger; Basilisker, som ikke lader sig besværge, bide jer skal de, lyder det fra HERREN.

18 My refreshing for me [is] sorrow, For me my heart [is] sick.

Min Kvide er ikke til at læge, mit Hjerte er sygt.

19 Lo, the voice of a cry of the daughter of my people from a land afar off, Is Jehovah not in Zion? is her king not in her? Wherefore have they provoked Me with their graven images, With the vanities of a foreigner?

Hør mit Folks Datters Skrig viden om fra Landet! Er HERREN da ikke i Zion, har det ingen konge? Hvi krænked I mig med eders Billeder, fremmed Tomhed?

20 Harvest hath passed, summer hath ended, And we — we have not been saved.

Kornhøst er omme, Frugthøst endt, og vi er ej frelst!

21 For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.

Ved mit Folks Datters Sammenbrud er jeg brudt sammen, jeg sørger, grebet af Rædsel.

22 Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? For wherefore hath not the health of the daughter of my people gone up?

Er der ikke Balsam i Gilead, ingen Læge der? Hvorfor heles da ikke mit Folks Datters Sår?