Esaias 63
1 Kven er dette som kjem frå Edom, frå Bosra i raude klæde, so brikjen i bunaden sin, so staut i si store kraft? «Det er eg, eg som talar rettferd, som er megtig til å frelsa.»
Who is this, who arrives from Edom with dyed garments from Bozrah? This is the Handsome One in his robe, advancing by the fullness of his strength. It is I, the Speaker of Justice, and I am the Fighter for Salvation.
2 Kvifor er bunaden din so raud, og klædi som trødde du vinpersa?
So then, why is your garment red, and why are your vestments like the ones of those who tread the winepress?
3 «Eg trødde persa åleine, og ingen av folki var med meg. So trødde eg på deim i vreide og trakka deim sund i min harm. Då skvatt deira blod på klædi mine, og eg sulka heile min klædnad.
I have trod the winepress alone. And among the nations, there is no man beside me. I have trampled on them in my fury, and I have tread them down in my wrath. And so, their blood has been sprinkled on my vestments, and I have stained all my garments.
4 For ein hemnedag var i min hug, og mitt utløysingsår var kome.
For the day of vengeance is in my heart. The year of my redemption has arrived.
5 Eg såg meg um, det var ingen som hjelpte, og eg undrast på at ingen meg studde, då hjelpte meg min arm, og min harm var meg til studnad,
I gazed around, and there was no one to assist. I sought, and there was no one who would help. And so, my own arm has saved for me, and my own wrath itself has assisted me.
6 og eg trakka ned folkeslag i min vreide og gjorde deim drukne i min harm, deira blod let eg renna på jordi.»
And I have trampled the peoples in my fury, and I have inebriated them with my indignation, and I have torn down their strength to the ground.
7 Herrens miskunn vil eg prisa, Herrens storverk, etter alt det Herren hev gjort oss og hans store godleik mot Israels hus, som han viste deim i si miskunn og sin store nåde.
I will remember the compassion of the Lord, the praise of the Lord over all that the Lord has bestowed on us, and over the multitude of his good things for the house of Israel, which he has granted to them according to his leniency, and according to the multitude of his mercies.
8 Han sagde: «Dei er mitt folk, trufaste borni.» Og han vart deira frelsar.
And he said: “Yet truly, these are my people, sons who have not been disowned.” And he became their Savior.
9 I all deira trengsla var ingi trengsla, hans åsyns engel frelste deim; i sin kjærleik og si milda han løyste deim ut, han tok deim upp, og han bar deim alle fordoms dagar.
Throughout all their tribulation, he was not troubled, for the Angel of his presence saved them. With his love, and by his leniency, he has redeemed them, and he has carried them and lifted them up, throughout all the days of the ages.
10 Men dei var stride og harma hans heilage ande, då gjordest han um til fiend’, sjølv stridde han mot deim.
But they themselves provoked to wrath and afflicted his Holy Spirit, and he was turned to be for them like an enemy, and he himself went to war against them.
11 Då fordoms dagar då tenkte hans folk på Moses: Kvar er han som deim førde or havet med sin buskaps hyrding? Kvar er han som gav deim i barmen sin heilage ande,
And he remembered the days of ancient times, the days of Moses and his people. Where is he who led them out of the sea, with the shepherds of his flock? Where is he who placed his Holy Spirit in their midst?
12 som let fara ved Mose sida sin herlege arm, som kløyvde vatnet framfor deim, so han skapte seg eit æveleg namn,
He led Moses by the right hand, with the arm of his majesty. He split the waters before them, in order to make an everlasting name for himself.
13 han som førde deim gjenom djupet som ein hest yver heidi, so ikkje dei snåva?
He led them through the abyss, like a horse which does not stumble, in the desert.
14 Liksom buskapen gjeng ned i dalen, førde Herrens ande deim til ro; ja, so hev du ført ditt folk og skapt deg eit herleg namn.
Like an animal who descends to an open field, the Spirit of the Lord was their guide. Thus did you lead your people, in order to make a glorious name for yourself.
15 Skoda ned frå himmelen, sjå, frå din heilage, herlege bustad! Kvar er din brennhug, di kraft? Di rørsla i barmen, di miskunn held seg att imot meg.
Gaze down from heaven, and behold from your holy habitation and from your glory. Where is your zeal, and your strength, the fullness of your heart and of your compassion? They have held themselves back from me.
16 For du er vår fader, for Abraham veit ikkje um oss, og Israel kjenner oss ikkje. Men du, Herre, er vår fader, «Vår utløysar» du heiter frå gamalt.
For you are our Father, and Abraham has not known us, and Israel has been ignorant of us. You are our Father, O Lord our Redeemer. Your name is beyond all ages.
17 Kvi let du oss vildra, Herre, frå dine vegar? Kvi gjer du vårt hjarta hardt, so me ikkje ottast deg? Vend att for dine tenarar skuld, for ætterne i din arvlut!
Why have you allowed us to stray from your ways, O Lord? Why have you hardened our heart, so that we do not fear you? Return, for the sake of your servants, the tribes of your inheritance.
18 Eit lite bil hev ditt heilage folk havt si eiga, so trakka våre uvener ned din heilagdom.
They have possessed your holy people as if it were nothing. Our enemies have trampled your sanctuary.
19 Det hev vorte med oss som du aldri hadde rådt yver oss, som ditt namn hadde ei vore nemnt yver oss.
We have become as we were in the beginning, when you did not rule over us, and when we were not called by your name.
