Esajas 51
1 Hør mig, I, som jager efter Retfærd, som søger HERREN! Se til Klippen, I huggedes af, til Gruben, af hvilken I brødes,
Listen to me, those of you who follow what is right, and who worship the Lord. Think about the rock from which you were cut, and to the quarry from which you were chiseled.
2 se til eders Fader Abraham, til Sara, der fødte eder: Da jeg kaldte ham, var han kun een, jeg velsigned ham, gjorde ham til mange.
Look back at Abraham your father, and Sarah who gave birth to you. When I called him, he was only one man, but then I blessed him and he had many descendants.
3 Thi HERREN trøster Zion, trøster alle dets Tomter, han gør dets Ørk som Eden, dets Ødemark som HERRENs Have; der skal findes Fryd og Glæde, Lovsang og Strengespil.
The Lord will care for Zion and feel sorry about all her ruined places. He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert areas like the garden of the Lord. People there will have joy and happiness, giving thanks and singing sweet songs.
4 I Folkeslag, lyt til mig, I Folkefærd, lån mig Øre! Thi Lov går ud fra mig, min Ret som Folkeslags Lys;
Pay attention to me, my people; listen to me, my nation: I will send out my law, and my justice will be a light to the nations.
5 min Retfærd nærmer sig hastigt, min Frelse oprinder, mine Arme bringer Folkeslag Ret; fjerne Strande bier på mig og længes efter min Arm.
My rule of right will arrive soon. My salvation is coming. My power will bring judgment to the nations. The distant lands are waiting for me and my power.
6 Løft eders Øjne mod Himlen og se på Jorden hernede! Thi Himlen skal svinde som Røg, Jorden som en opslidt Klædning, dens Beboere skal dø som Myg. Men min Frelse varer evigt, min Retfærd ophører aldrig.
Look up at the heavens, and look down at the earth beneath. The heavens will disappear like smoke, the earth will wear out like old clothes. The people living there will die like flies, but my salvation will last forever, and my way of goodness and right will never be destroyed.
7 Hør mig, I, som kender Retfærd, du Folk med min Lov i dit Hjerte, frygt ej Menneskers Hån, vær ikke ræd for deres Spot!
Listen to me, you who know what's right, and who have really accepted my teachings. Don't be afraid of people's insults—they're just human—or be terrified by their abusive language.
8 Som en Klædning skal Møl fortære dem, Orm fortære dem som Uld, men min Retfærd varer evigt, min Frelse fra Slægt til Slægt.
Moths will eat them up like clothing; bugs will chew through them like wool. But my goodness will last forever, my salvation will endure for all generations.
9 Vågn op, vågn op, HERRENs Arm, og ifør dig Styrke, vågn op som i henfarne Dage, i Urtidens Slægter! Mon du ej kløvede Rahab, gennembored Dragen,
Please wake up, wake up! Use your strength, powerful Lord! Act as you used to in olden days, in former generations. Weren't you the one who cut Rahab to pieces, who killed that sea monster?
10 mon du ej udtørred Havet, Stordybets Vande, gjorde Havets dyb til en Vej, hvor de genløste gik?
Weren't you the one who dried up the sea, making a way through the deep waters for the redeemed to cross over?
11 HERRENs forløste vender hjem, de drager til Zion med Jubel med evig Glæde om Issen; Fryd og Glæde får de, Sorg og Suk skal fly.
Those the Lord has set free will return, singing as they enter Jerusalem, wearing crowns of everlasting joy. They are overcome with thankfulness and happiness; sorrow and sadness simply disappear.
12 Jeg, jeg er eders Trøster, hvem er da du, at du frygter dødelige, jordiske Mennesker, der bliver som Græs,
It's me, yes, I am the one who comforts you. Why should you be afraid of mortals who die just like grass?
13 at du glemmer HERREN, din Skaber, der udspændte Himlen og grundfæsted Jorden, at du altid Dagen lang frygter for Undertrykkerens Vrede. Så snart han vil til at lægge øde, hvor er da Undertrykkerens Vrede?
You have forgotten the Lord, your Maker, who stretched out the heavens and who laid the foundations of the earth! That's why you shake with fear all day long, because you're threatened by the anger of those who oppress you, wanting to destroy you. But where are your oppressors and their anger now?
14 Snart skal den krumsluttede løses og ikke dø og synke i Graven eller mangle Brød,
The prisoners that are bowed down will soon be set free. They're not going to die; they won't go on being hungry.
15 så sandt jeg er HERREN din Gud, som rører Havet, så Bølgerne bruser, den, hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE.
For I am the Lord your God who whips up the sea so its waves roar. The Lord Almighty is his name.
16 jeg lægger mine Ord i din Mund og gemmer dig under min Hånds Skygge for at udspænde Himmelen og grundfæste Jorden og sige til Zion: "Du er mit Folk."
I have told you what to say, and I have protected you with my hand. I created the heavens and founded the earth, and told Zion, “You are my people.”
17 Vågn op, vågn op, stå op, Jerusalem, som af HERRENs Hånd fik rakt hans Vredes Bæger og tømte den berusende Kalk til sidste Dråbe.
Wake up, wake up! Get up, Jerusalem! You have drunk from the cup of the Lord's anger he handed to you. You have drained it down to the bottom of the cup, the drink that makes people stagger around.
18 Af alle de Børn, hun fødte, ledte hende ingen, af alle de Børn, hun fostred, greb ingen hendes Hånd.
Of all your children you had, there's not one left to guide you. Of all the children you raised, there's not one to take you by the hand.
19 To Ting timedes dig hvo ynker dig vel? Vold og Våde, Hunger og Sværd - hvo trøster dig?
Two tragedies have struck you: devastation caused by famine, and destruction caused by war. Who is going to sympathize with you? Who is going to comfort you?
20 Ved alle Gadehjørner lå dine Sønner i Afmagt som i Garn Antiloper, fyldte med HERRENs Vrede, med Trusler fra din Gud.
Your children have collapsed, lying in every street like antelopes caught in a trap. They experienced the full anger of the Lord, the condemnation of your God.
21 Hør derfor, du arme, drukken, men ikke af Vin:
So please listen to this, you poor people, sitting there in a drunken state, but not from drinking wine.
22 Så siger din Herre, HERREN, din Gud, der strider for sit Folk: Se, jeg tager den berusende Kalk fra din Hånd, aldrig mer skal du drikke min Vredes Bæger;
This is what your Lord God says, your God, who defends his people's cause: Look! I have taken away from you the cup that made you stagger around. You will never again have to drink from that cup, the cup of my anger.
23 og jeg rækker det til dine Plagere, dem, som bød dig: "Bøj dig, så vi kan gå over!" og du gjorde din Ryg til Gulv, til Gade for Vandringsmænd.
Instead I will give that cup to the people who tormented you, to those who said to you, “Lie face down so we can walk all over you.” You had to make your backs like the ground, like a street to be walked on.
