Esaias 63
1 Hvem er han som kommer fra Edom, i røde klær fra Bosra, så prektig i sin klædning, kneisende i sin store kraft? - Det er jeg, jeg som taler rettferdighet, som er mektig til å frelse.
Who is this who comes from Edom, with blood-red robes from Bozrah? he whose clothing is fair, stepping with pride in his great strength? I whose glory is in the right, strong for salvation.
2 Hvorfor er din klædning så rød, og dine klær lik hans som treder vinpersen?
Why is your clothing red, and why are your robes like those of one who is crushing the grapes?
3 Persekaret har jeg trådt, jeg alene, og av folkene var ingen med mig: så trådte jeg på dem i min vrede og trampet dem sønder i min harme; da sprøitet deres blod på mine klær, og hele min klædning fikk jeg tilsølt.
I have been crushing the grapes by myself, and of the peoples there was no man with me: in my wrath and in my passion, they were crushed under my feet; and my robes are marked with their life-blood, and all my clothing is red.
4 For hevnens dag var i mitt hjerte, og mitt gjenløsnings-år var kommet;
For the day of punishment is in my heart, and the year for the payment of the price for my people has come.
5 og jeg så mig om, men det var ingen som hjalp; jeg undret mig, men det var ingen som støttet mig; da hjalp min arm mig, og min harme støttet mig,
And I saw that there was no helper, and I was wondering that no one gave them support: so my arm did the work of salvation, and my wrath was my support.
6 og jeg trådte ned folkeslag i min vrede og gjorde dem drukne i min harme, og jeg lot deres blod rinne ned på jorden.
And in my passion the peoples were crushed under my feet, and broken in my wrath, and I put down their strength to the earth.
7 Herrens miskunnhet vil jeg forkynne, Herrens pris efter alt det Herren har gjort mot oss, og hans store godhet mot Israels hus, fordi han gjorde imot dem efter sin barmhjertighet og efter sin store miskunnhet.
I will give news of the mercies of the Lord, and his great acts, even all the things the Lord has done for us, in his great grace to the house of Israel; even all he has done for us in his unnumbered mercies.
8 Han sa: Ja, de er mitt folk, de er barn som ikke vil svike. Og han blev en frelser for dem.
For he said, Truly they are my people, children who will not be false: so he was their saviour out of all their trouble.
9 I all deres trengsel var det ingen trengsel, og hans åsyns engel frelste dem; i sin kjærlighet og sin store mildhet gjenløste han dem, og han tok dem op og bar dem alle den gamle tids dager.
It was no sent one or angel, but he himself who was their saviour: in his love and in his pity he took up their cause, and he took them in his arms, caring for them all through the years.
10 Men de, de var gjenstridige og gjorde hans Hellige Ånd sorg; da skiftet han hu og blev deres fiende, han selv stred imot dem.
But they went against him, causing grief to his holy spirit: so he was turned against them, and made war on them.
11 Da tenkte hans folk på de gamle dager, på Moses: Hvor er han som førte dem op av havet med sin hjords hyrde? Hvor er han som gav sin Hellige Ånd midt iblandt dem,
Then the early days came to their minds, the days of Moses his servant: and they said, Where is he who made the keeper of his flock come up from the sea? where is he who put his holy spirit among them,
12 han som lot sin herlige arm gå frem ved Moses' høire side, som kløvde vannene for deres åsyn for å gjøre sig et evig navn,
He who made the arm of his glory go at the right hand of Moses, by whom the waters were parted before them, to make himself an eternal name;
13 han som førte dem gjennem dypene som en hest gjennem ørkenen, så de ikke snublet?
He who made them go through the deep waters, like a horse in the waste land?
14 Likesom feet som går ned i dalen, førte Herrens Ånd dem til hvile; således ledet du ditt folk for å gjøre dig et herlig navn.
Like the cattle which go down into the valley, they went without falling, the spirit of the Lord guiding them: so you went before your people, to make yourself a great name.
15 Sku ned fra himmelen og se, fra din hellige og herlige bolig! Hvor er din nidkjærhet og ditt velde? Ditt hjertes medynk og din miskunnhet holder sig tilbake fra mig.
Let your eyes be looking down from heaven, from your holy and beautiful house: where is your deep feeling, the working of your power? do not keep back the moving of your pity and your mercies:
16 For du er vår far; Abraham vet jo ikke om oss, og Israel kjenner oss ikke; du Herre er vår far, vår gjenløser fra eldgammel tid er ditt navn.
For you are our father, though Abraham has no knowledge of us, and Israel gives no thought to us: you, O Lord, are our father; from the earliest days you have taken up our cause.
17 Hvorfor lar du oss fare vill fra dine veier, Herre? Hvorfor forherder du vårt hjerte, så det ikke frykter dig? Vend om for dine tjeneres skyld, for de stammers skyld som er din arv!
O Lord, why do you send us wandering from your ways, making our hearts hard, so that we have no fear of you? Come back, because of your servants, the tribes of your heritage.
18 En liten stund har ditt hellige folk hatt landet i eie; våre motstandere har trådt ned din helligdom.
Why have evil men gone over your holy place, so that it has been crushed under the feet of our haters?
19 Vi er blitt som de du aldri har hersket over, som de ditt navn ikke har vært nevnt over.
We have become as those who were never ruled by you, on whom your name was not named.
