Izaija 25
1 Oh Gospod, ti si moj Bog; poviševal te bom, hvalil bom tvoje ime, kajti storil si čudovite stvari; tvoji nasveti od davnine so zvestoba in resnica.
O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, —Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.
2 Kajti iz mesta si naredil kup; iz obrambnega mesta razvalino, da palača tujcev ni več mesto; ta ne bo nikoli zgrajena.
For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, —palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.
3 Zato te bo močno ljudstvo proslavljalo in mesto strašnih narodov se te bo balo.
For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;
4 Kajti bil si moč revnim, moč pomoči potrebnim v njihovi tegobi, zatočišče pred viharjem, senca pred vročino, ko je udar strahovitežev kakor vihar proti zidu.
For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, —A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.
5 Hrup tujcev boš ponižal kakor vročino na suhem kraju, celó vročino s senco oblaka; mladika strahovitežev bo ponižana.
As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, —Heat—with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.
6 Na tej gori bo Gospod nad bojevniki vsem ljudstvom pripravil praznovanje mastnih stvari, praznovanje vin na drožeh, mastnih stvari, polnih mozga, dobro prečiščenih, dolgo hranjenih vin.
Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, —Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;
7 Na tej gori bo uničil obličje zagrinjala, vrženega nad vsa ljudstva in zagrinjalo, ki je razprostrto nad vsemi narodi.
And he will swallow up in this mountain, The mask of the veil, the veil that is upon all the peoples, —And the web that is woven over all the nations.
8 V zmagi bo pogoltnil smrt. Gospod Bog bo obrisal solze iz vseh obrazov in sramoto svojega ljudstva bo vzel proč iz vse zemlje, kajti Gospod je to govoril.
Having swallowed up death itself victoriously, My Lord, Yahweh, will wipe away, tears from off all faces, —And the reproach of his own people, will he remove from off all the earth, For, Yahweh, hath spoken.
9 Na ta dan bo rečeno: »Glejte! To je naš Bog; čakali smo nanj in on nas bo rešil. To je Gospod; čakali smo nanj, veseli bomo in se razveseljevali v njegovi rešitvi duše.«
So shall it be said, in that day, Lo! our God, is this! We waited for him, that he might save us, —This, is Yahweh! We waited for him, Let us exult and rejoice in his salvation.
10 Kajti na tej gori bo počivala Gospodova roka in Moáb bo pomendran pod njim, celo kakor je slama pomendrana za gnojišče.
For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, —Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;
11 Svoje roke bo razširil v njihovi sredi, kakor kdor plava razširja svoje roke za plavanje. Njihov ponos bo ponižal skupaj s pleni njihovih rok.
Should he spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As a swimmer spreadeth forth to swim, Then would be laid low his pride, together with the devices of his hands.
12 Trdnjavo visoke utrdbe tvojega obzidja bo ponižal, nizko položil in privedel k tlom, celó k prahu.
Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.
