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 that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bosra, this beautiful one in his robe, walking in the greatness of his strength. I, that speak justice, and am a defender to save.
2 Kvifor er bunaden din so raud, og klædi som trødde du vinpersa?
Why then is thy apparel red, and thy garments like theirs that tread in 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 trodden the winepress alone, and of the Gentiles there is not a man with me: I have trampled on them in my indignation, and have trodden them down in my wrath, and their blood is sprinkled upon my garments, and I have stained all my apparel.
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 is come.
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 looked about, and there was none to help: I sought, and there was none to give aid: and my own arm hath saved for me, and my indignation itself hath helped 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 trodden down the people in my wrath, and have made them drunk in my indignation, and have brought down their strength to the earth.
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 tender mercies of the Lord, the praise of the Lord for all the things that the Lord hath bestowed upon us, and for the multitude of his good things to the house of Israel, which he hath given them according to his kindness, 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: Surely they are my people, children that will not deny: so he became their saviour.
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.
In all their affliction he was not troubled, and the angel of his presence saved them: in his love, and in his mercy he redeemed them, and he carried them and lifted them up all the days of old.
10 Men dei var stride og harma hans heilage ande, då gjordest han um til fiend’, sjølv stridde han mot deim.
But they provoked to wrath, and afflicted the spirit of his Holy One: and he was turned to be their enemy, and he fought 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 old of Moses, and of his people: Where is he that brought them up out of the sea, with the shepherds of his flock? where is he that put in the midst of them the spirit of his Holy One?
12 som let fara ved Mose sida sin herlege arm, som kløyvde vatnet framfor deim, so han skapte seg eit æveleg namn,
He that brought out Moses by the right hand, by the arm of his majesty: that divided the waters before them, to make himself an everlasting name.
13 han som førde deim gjenom djupet som ein hest yver heidi, so ikkje dei snåva?
He that led them out through the deep, as a horse in the wilderness that stumbleth not.
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.
As a beast that goeth down in the field, the spirit of the Lord was their leader: so didst thou lead thy people to make thyself a glorious name.
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.
Look down from heaven, and behold from thy holy habitation and the place of thy glory: where is thy zeal, and thy strength, the multitude of thy bowels, and of thy mercies? they have held back themselves 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 thou art our father, and Abraham hath not known us, and Israel hath been ignorant of us: thou, O Lord, art our father, our redeemer, from everlasting is thy name.
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 hast thou made us to err, O Lord, from thy ways: why hast thou hardened our heart, that we should not fear thee? return for the sake of thy servants, the tribes of thy inheritance.
18 Eit lite bil hev ditt heilage folk havt si eiga, so trakka våre uvener ned din heilagdom.
They have possessed thy holy people as nothing: our enemies have trodden down thy sanctuary.
19 Det hev vorte med oss som du aldri hadde rådt yver oss, som ditt namn hadde ei vore nemnt yver oss.
We are become as in the beginning, when thou didst not rule over us, and when we were not called by thy name.
