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 coming from Edom, from the town of Bozrah with clothes stained crimson? Who is this wearing robes of splendor, leaning forward in his great strength as he marches? It is me, the one who always speaks goodness and truth, the one who has the power to save.
2 Kvifor er bunaden din so raud, og klædi som trødde du vinpersa?
Why are your clothes red, like you've been treading grapes in a 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've been treading the winepress by myself; from the nations around no one came to help me. So in my anger I trod them down as if they were grapes, in my fury I trampled them. It's their blood that has stained my clothes.
4 For ein hemnedag var i min hug, og mitt utløysingsår var kome.
For I decided this was the day of my vengeance; the year of my redemption has 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 around, but no one came to help; I was shocked that there was no one to assist me. So I saved them through my own strength alone, and my own anger kept me going.
6 og eg trakka ned folkeslag i min vreide og gjorde deim drukne i min harm, deira blod let eg renna på jordi.»
I trampled down the nations in my anger; in my fury I made them drunk, and spilled their blood upon 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 want to tell everyone about the Lord's trustworthy love. I will praise the Lord for everything he's done for us—all the good things he has done for the descendants of Israel because of his kindness and his infinite trustworthy love.
8 Han sagde: «Dei er mitt folk, trufaste borni.» Og han vart deira frelsar.
He said, “Aren't they my people, children who wouldn't lie to me?” So 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.
He suffered with them in all their suffering, and the angel of his presence saved them. In his love and kindness he redeemed them. He picked them up and carried them all throughout those years long ago.
10 Men dei var stride og harma hans heilage ande, då gjordest han um til fiend’, sjølv stridde han mot deim.
But they rebelled against him, and caused his Holy Spirit grief, so to them he became like an 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,
Then they thought back to the days of old when Moses led his people out of Egypt. They shouted out, “Where is the one who took Israel through the sea, along with the shepherds of his flock? Where is the one who placed his Holy Spirit among his people?
12 som let fara ved Mose sida sin herlege arm, som kløyvde vatnet framfor deim, so han skapte seg eit æveleg namn,
Where is the one who lifted Moses' right hand, and who used his amazing power to divided the sea in front of them, giving him such a wonderful, enduring reputation?
13 han som førde deim gjenom djupet som ein hest yver heidi, so ikkje dei snåva?
Where is the one who led them through the depths of the sea?” They were like a horse running through the desert, they didn't stumble.
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 cattle descending into a valley, the Lord's Spirit gave them rest. This is how you led your people, earning a glorious reputation 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.
Lord, look down on us from heaven! Watch from your high home, in your holiness and glory! Where is your enthusiasm and power? You're not showing me your feelings of sympathy and kindness!
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.
But you are still our Father, even though Abraham wouldn't know us and Israel wouldn't acknowledge us. You, Lord, are our Father; you have always been called our Redeemer from long ago.
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!
Lord, why do you make us wander from your ways, and make us stubborn so we don't respect you? Come back to us for the sake of your servants, the tribes that belong to you.
18 Eit lite bil hev ditt heilage folk havt si eiga, so trakka våre uvener ned din heilagdom.
Your Temple belonged to us for a little while, but then our enemies invaded and destroyed it.
19 Det hev vorte med oss som du aldri hadde rådt yver oss, som ditt namn hadde ei vore nemnt yver oss.
We were yours from ancient times, but we've ended up like people you've never ruled, never identified as yours.
