Izaija 51

1 Prisluhnite mi, vi, ki sledite pravičnosti, vi, ki iščete Gospoda. Glejte na skalo, iz katere ste izklesani in k luknji jame, iz katere ste izkopani.

Hearken unto me, Ye that pursue righteousness, Ye that seek Yahweh, —Look well unto the rock whence ye were hewn, And unto the quarry whence ye were digged:

2 Poglejte na Abrahama, svojega očeta in na Saro, ki vas je rodila. Kajti poklical sem ga samega, ga blagoslovil in namnožil.

Look well unto Abraham your father, And unto Sarah who gave you birth, —For he was, alone, when called I him, And, I blessed him that I might make him, many.

3 Kajti Gospod bo tolažil Sion, tolažil bo vse njegove opustošene kraje in njegovo divjino bo naredil podobno Edenu in njegovo puščavo podobno Gospodovemu vrtu. V njem bo najti radost in veselje, zahvaljevanje in glas melodije.

For Yahweh hath comforted Zion, He hath comforted all her waste places, And hath made her wilderness like Eden, And her waste plain like the garden of Yahweh, —Joy and gladness, shall be found in her, Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.

4 Prisluhni mi, moje ljudstvo; pazljivo mi prisluhni, oh moj narod. Kajti postava bo izšla od mene in svojo sodbo bom naredil, da počiva za svetlobo ljudstvu.

Attend unto me, O my people, And, O, my nation unto me give ear, —For, instruction, from me, shall go forth, And, my justice—for a light of peoples, will I establish:

5 Moja pravičnost je blizu, moja rešitev duš je odšla naprej in moji lakti bodo sodili ljudstvo; otoki bodo čakali name in v moj laket bodo zaupali.

At hand is my righteousness. Gone forth hath my salvation, And, mine own arms, unto the peoples, shall give justice, —Upon me, Coastlands, shall wait, And for mine arm, shall they hope.

6 Povzdignite svoje oči k nebu in poglejte dol na zemljo spodaj, kajti nebo bo izginilo proč kakor dim in zemlja se bo postarala kakor obleka in tisti, ki prebivajo na njej, bodo umrli na podoben način, toda moja rešitev duš bo večna in moja pravičnost ne bo odpravljena.

Lift up—to the heavens—your eyes, And look around to the earth beneath Though, the heavens, like smoke, should have vanished And, the earth, like a garment, should fall to pieces, And, her inhabitants, in like manner, should die, Yet, my salvation, unto times age-abiding, shall continue, And, my righteousness, shall not be broken down.

7 Prisluhnite mi vi, ki poznate pravičnost, ljudstvo, v čigar srcu je moja postava. Ne bojte se graje ljudi niti ne bodite prestrašeni ob njihovih zasramovanjih.

Hearken unto me ye who discern righteousness, The people in whose heart is my law, —Do not fear the reproach of frail men, Nor at their revilings, be dismayed;

8 Kajti molj jih bo pojedel kakor obleko in ličinka jih bo pojedla kakor volno, toda moja pravičnost bo na veke in moja rešitev duš od roda do roda.

For like a garment, shall they be eaten of the moth, And like wool, shall they be eaten of the larva; But, my righteousness, unto times age-abiding shall continue, And, my salvation, unto the remotest generation.

9 Zbudi se, zbudi se, nadeni si moč, oh Gospodov laket. Zbudi se kakor v starodavnih dneh in rodovih od davnine. Mar nisi ti tisti, ki je posekal Rahaba in ranil zmaja?

Awake, awake put on strength, O arm of Yahweh, Awake, As in days of old, The generations of bygone ages: Art not thou that which—Hewed down Rahab, Piercing the Crocodile?

10 Mar nisi ti tisti, ki je osušil morje, vode velike globine, ki je globine morja spremenil v pot za odkupljene, da so prešli?

Art not thou that which dried up—The Sea, The waters of the mighty Deep, —That which made of the abysses of the sea a road for the passing over of the redeemed?

11 Zato se bodo Gospodovi odkupljenci vrnili in s petjem prišli na Sion in večna radost bo na njihovi glavi. Dosegli bodo veselje in radost, bridkost in žalovanje pa bosta pobegnila.

Therefore, the ransomed of Yahweh, shall again come unto Zion, with shouts of triumph, With gladness age-abiding on their head, —Joy, and gladness, shall overtake [them]. Sorrow and sighing have fled away.

12 Jaz, celó jaz sem ta, ki vas tolaži. Kdo si ti, da bi se bal človeka, ki bo umrl in človeškega sina, ki bo narejen kot trava,

I—I, am he that comforteth you, —Who art, thou, that thou hast feared Frail man that dieth, and A son of the earthborn, who, as grass, shall be delivered up?

13 pozabljaš pa Gospoda, svojega stvarnika, ki je razprostrl nebo in položil temelje zemlji in si se nenehno vsak dan bal zaradi razjarjenosti zatiralca, kakor če bi bil ta pripravljen, da uniči? In kje je zatiralčeva razjarjenost?

That thou hast forgotten Yahweh thy maker, Who stretched out the heavens And founded the earth? That thou hast dreaded continually, all the day, by reason of the fury of the oppressor, in that he was ready to destroy? Where then is the fury of the oppressor?

14 Ujeti popotnik hiti, da bi bil lahko izpuščen in da ne bi umrl v jami niti da njegovega kruha ne bi zmanjkalo.

The captive hath hastened to be loosed, —That he might not die in the pit. Neither should, his bread, be cut off.

15 Toda jaz sem Gospod, tvoj Bog, ki je razdelil morje, katerega valovi rjovijo: » Gospod nad bojevniki je njegovo ime.«

But, I—Yahweh, am thy God, Who threw into commotion the sea And the waves thereof roared, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.

16 Svoje besede sem položil v tvoja usta in te zakril v senco svoje roke, da lahko zasadim nebo in položim temelje zemlji in rečem Sionu: ›Ti si moje ljudstvo.‹

Therefore have I put my words in thy mouth, And with the shadow of my hand, have I covered thee, —To plant the heavens, and To lay the foundations of the earth, and To say unto Zion My people, thou art!

17 Zbudi se, zbudi se, vstani, oh [prestolnica] Jeruzalem, ki si pila pri Gospodovi roki čašo njegove razjarjenosti. Pila si droži iz čaše trepetanja in jih posrebala.

Rouse thee—rouse, thee stand up, O Jerusalem, Who hast drunk, at the hand of Yahweh, his cup of indignation: The goblet-cup of confusion, hast thou drunk—hast thou drained.

18 Nikogar ni, da jo usmerja med vsemi sinovi, ki jih je rodila niti ni nikogar izmed njenih sinov, ki jih je vzgojila, da jo prime za roko.

There is none to guide her, Among all the sons she hath borne, —There is none to grasp her hand, Among all the sons she hath brought up.

19 Ti dve stvari sta prišli nadte; komu bo žal zate? Opustošenje, poguba, lakota in meč. Po kom te bom potolažil?

Twain, are the things befalling thee, Who will lament for thee? Wasting and destruction and famine and sword By whom shall I comfort thee?

20 Tvoji sinovi so oslabeli, ležijo na vrhu vseh ulic, kakor divji bik v mreži. Polni so Gospodove razjarjenosti, graje tvojega Boga.

Thy sons, have fainted, They lie at the head of all the streets like a gazelle in a net, —Who, indeed, are full of The indignation of Yahweh The rebuke of thy God.

21 Zato poslušaj sedaj to, ti trpeča in pijana, toda ne z vinom.

Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, thou humbled one, —And drunken but not with wine: —

22 Tako govori tvoj Gospod, Gospod in tvoj Bog, ki se poteguje za stvar svojega ljudstva: »Glej, iz tvoje roke sem vzel čašo trepetanja, celó droži iz čaše svoje razjarjenosti. Ne boš je več ponovno pila,

Thus, saith Thy Lord, Yahweh, Even thy God who pleadeth the cause of his people: —Lo! I have taken, out of thy hand, the cup of confusion, —As for the goblet-cup of mine indignation, Thou shalt not again drink it, any more;

23 temveč jo bom položil v roko tistih, ki te stiskajo, ki so tvoji duši rekli: ›Skloni se, da lahko gremo preko‹ in svoje telo si položila kakor tla in kakor ulico tistim, ki so šli preko.

But I will put it into the hand of thy tormentors, Who said to thy soul, Bow down that we may pass over, —And so thou didst place as the ground, thy back, Yea as the street to such as were passing along.