Esajas 54

1 Jubl, du golde, der ej fødte, jubl og fryd dig, du uden Veer! Thi den forladtes Børn er flere end Hustruens Børn, siger HERREN.

Give praise, you who are barren and unable to conceive. Sing praise and make a joyful noise, you who have not given birth. For many are the children of the desolate, more so than of her who has a husband, says the Lord.

2 Vid Rummet ud i dit Telt, spar ikke, men udspænd din Boligs Tæpper. Du må gøre dine Teltreb lange og slå dine Teltpæle fast.

Enlarge the place of your tent and extend the skins of your tabernacles, unsparingly. Lengthen your cords, and strengthen your stakes.

3 Thi du skal brede dig til højre og, venstre, dit Afkom tage Folk i Eje og bo i de øde Byer.

For you shall extend to the right and to the left. And your offspring shall inherit the nations, and you shall inhabit the desolate cities.

4 Frygt ej, du skal ikke beskæmmes, vær ej ræd, du skal ikke skuffes! Thi din Ungdoms Skam skal du glemme, ej mindes din Enkestands Skændsel.

Do not be afraid! For you will not be confounded, and you will not blush. And you will not be put to shame, because you shall forget the confusion of your youth, and you shall no longer remember the disgrace of your widowhood.

5 Thi din Ægtemand er din Skaber, hans Navn er Hærskarers HERRE, din Genløser er Israels Hellige, han kaldes al Jordens Gud.

For the One who made you will rule over you. The Lord of hosts is his name. And your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel, will be called the God of all the earth.

6 Som en Hustru, der sidder forladt med Sorg i Sinde, har HERREN kaldt dig. En Ungdomsviv, kan hun forstødes? siger din Gud.

For the Lord has called you, like a woman forsaken and mourning in spirit, and like a wife rejected in her youth, said your God.

7 Jeg forlod dig et lidet Øjeblik, men favner dig i stor Barmhjertighed;

For a brief moment, I have forsaken you, and with great pities, I will gather you.

8 jeg skjulte i skummende Vrede et Øjeblik mit Åsyn for dig, men forbarmer mig med evig Kærlighed, siger din Genløser, HERREN.

In a moment of indignation, I have hidden my face from you, for a little while. But with everlasting mercy, I have taken pity on you, said your Redeemer, the Lord.

9 Mig er det som Noas Dage: Som jeg svor, at Noas Vande ej mer skulde oversvømme Jorden, så sværger jeg nu at jeg aldrig vil vredes og skænde på dig.

For me, it is just as in the days of Noah, to whom I swore that I would no longer bring in the waters of Noah over the earth. Thus have I sworn not to be angry with you, and not to rebuke you.

10 Om også Bjergene viger, om også Højene rokkes, min Kærlighed viger ej fra dig, min Fredspagt rokkes ikke, så siger HERREN, din Forbarmer.

For the mountains will be moved, and the hills will tremble. But my mercy will not depart from you, and the covenant of my peace will not be shaken, said the Lord, who has compassion on you.

11 Du arme, forblæste, utrøstede! Se, jeg bygger dig op med Smaragder, lægger din Grund med Safirer,

O poor little ones, convulsed by the tempest, away from any consolation! Behold, I will set your stones in order, and I will lay your foundation with sapphires,

12 af Rubiner sætter jeg Tinderne, og Portene gør jeg af Karfunkler, af Ædelsten hele din Ringmur.

and I will make your ramparts out of jasper, and your gates out of sculpted stones, and all your borders out of desirable stones.

13 Alle dine Børn bliver oplært af HERREN, og stor bliver Børnenes Fred;

All your children will be taught by the Lord. And great will be the peace of your children.

14 i Retfærd skal du grundfæstes. Vær tryg for Vold, du har intet at frygte, for Rædsler, de kommer dig ikke nær!

And you will be founded in justice. Depart far from oppression, for you will not be afraid. And depart from terror, for it will not approach you.

15 Angribes du, er det uden min Vilje, falde skal hver, som angriber dig;

Behold, a settler will arrive, who was not with me, a certain new arrival will be joined to you.

16 det er mig, der skaber Smeden, som blæser en Kulild op og tilvirker Våben ved sin Kunst, men Ødelæggeren skaber jeg også.

Behold, I created the smith who fans the coals of the fire and produces an object by his work, and I have created the slayer who destroys.

17 Intet Våben, der smedes mod dig, skal du, hver Tunge, der trætter med dig, får du dømt. Dette er HERRENs Tjeneres Lod, den Retfærd, jeg giver dem, lyder det fra HERREN.

No object which has been formed to use against you will succeed. And every tongue that resists you in judgment, you shall judge. This is the inheritance of the servants of the Lord, and this is their justice with me, says the Lord.

A Dove is Sent Forth from the Ark