Jeremias 20
1 Og Pashur Immersson, presten, som var yver-tilsynsmann i Herrens hus, høyrde Jeremia spå dette.
And Pashhur, the son of Immer, the priest who had been appointed leader in the house of the Lord, heard Jeremiah prophesying these words.
2 Då slo Pashur profeten Jeremia og sette honom i stokken i den øvre Benjaminsporten i Herrens hus.
And Pashhur struck the prophet Jeremiah, and he sent him to the stocks, which were at the upper gate of Benjamin at the house of the Lord.
3 Men dagen etter slepte Pashur Jeremia laus or stokken. Då sagde Jeremia med honom: «Herren kallar deg ikkje Pashur, men Magor Missabib.
And when it had become light on the next day, Pashhur led Jeremiah from the stocks. And Jeremiah said to him: “The Lord has not called your name: ‘Pashhur,’ but instead: ‘Fear all around.’”
4 For so segjer Herren: Sjå, eg gjer deg til ei rædsla for deg sjølv og for alle venerne dine, og dei skal falla for fiendesverd midt framfor dine augo. Og alt Juda vil eg gjeva i Babel-kongens hand, og han skal føra deim i utlægd til Babel og slå deim med sverd.
For thus says the Lord: “Behold, I will give you over to fear, you and all your friends, and they will fall by the sword of their enemies, and your eyes will see it. And I will give all of Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon. And he will lead them away to Babylon, and he will strike them with the sword.
5 Og eg vil gjeva alt godset i denne byen og alt dei hev stræva i hop og alle deira eignaluter og alle skattarne åt Juda-kongarne - det vil eg gjeva i henderne på deira fiendar. Og dei skal rana deim og taka deim og føra deim til Babel.
And I will give away the entire substance of this city, and all its labor, and every precious thing. And I will give all the treasures of the kings of Judah into the hands of their enemies. And they will plunder them, and take them away, and lead them into Babylon.
6 Og du, Pashur, og alle som bur i ditt hus skal verta fangar. Og til Babel skal du koma, og der skal du døy, og der skal du verta gravlagd, du og alle venerne dine, som du spådde lygn for.»
But you, Pashhur, and all the inhabitants of your house, will go into captivity. And you will go to Babylon. And there you shall die. And there you shall be buried, you and all your friends, to whom you have prophesied a lie.”
7 Du lokka meg, Herre, og eg let meg lokka, du bruka magti på meg og vann. Eg hev vorte til låtteløgje all dagen, alle so spottar dei meg.
“You have led me away, O Lord, and I have been led away. You have been stronger than I, and you have prevailed. I have become a derision all day long; everyone mocks me.
8 For so ofte som eg talar, lyt eg skrika, um vald og tjon lyt eg ropa, for Herrens ord hev vorte meg til håd og spott all dagen.
For I speak now as I have long spoken: crying out against iniquity and proclaiming devastation. And the word of the Lord has been made into a reproach against me and a derision, all day long.
9 Difor sagde eg: «Eg vil ikkje koma honom i hug og ikkje lenger tala i hans namn.» Men då vart det i hjarta mitt som ein logande eld, innestengd i mine bein, og eg møddest med å tola det, men kunde ikkje.
Then I said: I will not call him to mind, nor will I speak any longer in his name. And my heart became like a raging fire, enclosed within my bones. And I became weary of continuing to bear it.
10 For eg høyrde mange baktala - rædsla rundt i kring: «Klaga honom, lat oss ganga og klaga honom!» Alle dei menner eg livde i fred med, gjætte på um eg ikkje skulde falla: «Kann henda let han seg lokka, so me kann vinna på honom og hemna oss på honom.»
For I heard the insults of many, and terror all around: ‘Persecute him!’ and, ‘Let us persecute him!’ from all the men who had been at peace with me and who had kept watch by my side. ‘If only there were some way that he might be deceived, and we might prevail against him and obtain vengeance from him!’
11 Men Herren er med meg lik ei veldug kjempa, difor skal forfylgjarane mine snåva og ikkje vinna. Dei vert ovleg til skammar for di dei ikkje for visleg åt - ei æveleg, ugløymande skjemsla.
But the Lord is with me, like a strong warrior. For this reason, those who persecute me will fall, and they will be ineffective. They will be greatly confounded. For they have not understood the everlasting disgrace that will never be wiped away.
12 Og Herren, allhers drott, røyner med rettferd, han ser nyro og hjarta. Eg skal få sjå din hemn på deim; for eg hev lagt saki mi fram for deg.
And you, O Lord of hosts, the Tester of the just, who sees the temperament and the heart: I beg you to let me see your vengeance upon them. For I have revealed my case to you.
13 Syng for Herren, lova Herren! For han hev fria sjæli åt armingen ut or henderne på illgjerningsmenner.
Sing to the Lord! Praise the Lord! For he has freed the soul of the poor from the hand of the wicked.
14 Forbanna vere den dagen då eg vart fødd! Den dagen mor mi fødde meg, vere ikkje velsigna!
Cursed is the day on which I was born! The day on which my mother gave birth to me: let it not be blessed!
15 Forbanna vere den mann som kom med det gledebodet til far min: «Du hev fenge ein son, » og soleis gledde honom storleg.
Cursed is the man who announced it to my father, saying, ‘A male child has been born to you,’ causing him to rejoice with gladness.
16 Med den mannen verte det likeins som med dei byarne Herren støytte i koll utan trege, og han høyre naudrop um morgonen og hergny ved høgstdags leite,
Let that man be like the cities that the Lord has overthrown without regret. Let him hear an outcry in the morning, and wailing at the time of midday!
17 for di han ikkje drap meg alt i moderlivet, so mor mi vart mi grav, og livet hennar æveleg fremmelegt!
So let him be, who did not put me to death from the womb, so that my mother would have been my sepulcher, and her womb would have been my eternal resting place!
18 Kvi kom eg då ut or moderlivet til å sjå møda og sorg og enda mine dagar i skam?
Why did I depart from the womb, so that I would see hardship and sorrow, and so that my days would be consumed by trouble?”
