Esajas 38

1 Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: "Så siger HERREN: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve!"

In those days Hezekiah became ill and was near death. And so, Isaiah, the son of Amoz, the prophet, entered to him, and he said to him: “Thus says the Lord: Put your house in order, for you shall die, and you shall not live.”

2 Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad således til HERREN:

And Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and he prayed to the Lord.

3 "Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Åsyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!" Og Ezekias græd højt.

And he said: “I beg you, Lord, I beseech you, to remember how I walked before you in truth and with a whole heart, and that I have done what is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept with a great weeping.

4 Da kom HERRENs Ord til Esajas således:

And the word of the Lord came to Isaiah, saying:

5 "Gå hen og sig til Ezekias: Så siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Tårer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten År til dit Liv

“Go and say to Hezekiah: Thus says the Lord, the God of David, your father: I have heard your prayer, and I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your days.

6 og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Hånd og værne om denne By!

And I will rescue you and this city from the hand of the king of the Assyrians, and I will protect it.

7 Og Tegnet fra HERREN på, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:

And this will be a sign for you from the Lord, that the Lord will do this word, which he has spoken:

8 Se, jeg vil lade Skyggen gå de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen på Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!" Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage på Soluret.

Behold, I will cause the shadow of the lines, which has now descended on the sundial of Ahaz, to move in reverse for ten lines.” And so, the sun moved backward by ten lines, through the degrees by which it had descended.

9 En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig af sin Sygdom:

The writing of Hezekiah, the king of Judah, after he had fallen ill and had recovered from his sickness:

10 Jeg tænkte: Bort må jeg gå i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste År. (Sheol h7585)

“I said: In the middle of my days, I will go to the gates of Hell. So I sought the remainder of my years. (Sheol h7585)

11 Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;

I said: I will not see the Lord God in the land of the living. I will no longer behold man, nor the habitation of rest.

12 min Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Tråden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,

My longevity has been taken away; it has been folded up and taken from me, like the tent of a shepherd. My life has been cut off, as if by a weaver. While I was still beginning, he cut me off. From morning until evening, you have marked out my limits.

13 jeg skriger til daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig ben fra Dag til Nat.

I hoped, even until morning. Like a lion, so has he crushed all my bones. From morning until evening, you have marked my limits.

14 Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Tårer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!

I will cry out, like a young swallow. I will meditate, like a dove. My eyes have been weakened by gazing upward. O Lord, I suffer violence! Answer in my favor.

15 Hvad skal jeg, sige? Han talede til mig og selv greb han ind. For Bitterhedens Skyld i min Sjæl vil jeg vandre sagtelig alle mine År.

What can I say, or what would he answer me, since he himself has done this? I will acknowledge to you all my years, in the bitterness of my soul.

16 Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Ånd, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!

O Lord, if such is life, and if the life of my spirit is of such a kind, may you correct me and may you cause me to live.

17 Se, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skåned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du bag din Ryg.

Behold, in peace my bitterness is most bitter. But you have rescued my soul, so that it would not perish. You have cast all my sins behind your back.

18 Thi Dødsriget takker dig ikke, dig lover ej Døden, på din Miskundbed håber ej de, der synker i Graven. (Sheol h7585)

For Hell will not confess to you, and death will not praise you. Those who descend into the pit will not hope for your truth. (Sheol h7585)

19 Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.

The living, the living, these will give praise to you, as I also do this day! The father will make the truth known to the sons.

20 HERRE, frels os! Så vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENs Hus.

O Lord, save me! And we will sing our psalms, all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord.”

21 Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster på det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.

Now Isaiah had ordered them to take a paste of figs, and to spread it like plaster over the wound, so that he would be healed.

22 Og Ezekias sagde: "Hvad er Tegnet på, at jeg skal gå op til HERRENs Hus?"

And Hezekiah said, “What will be the sign that I may go up to the house of the Lord?”