Jeremias 15

1 Da sagde HERREN til mig: Om så Moses og Samuel stod for mit Åsyn, vilde mit Hjerte ikke vende sig til dem. Jag dette Folk bort fra mit Åsyn!

And the Lord said unto me, If Moses and Samuel were to stand before me, my favor would [still] not be toward this people: send them away out of my sight, that they may go forth.

2 Og når de spørger dig: "Hvor skal vi gå hen?" så svar dem: Så siger HERREN: Hvo Dødens er, til Død, hvo Sværdets er, til Sværd, hvo Hungerens er, til Hunger, hvo Fangenskabets er, til Fangenskab!

And it shall come to pass, if they should say unto thee, Whither shall we go forth, that thou shalt say unto them, Thus hath said the Lord, Such as are destined to death, to death; and such as are destined to the sword, to the sword; and such as are destined to famine, to famine; and such as are destined to captivity, to captivity.

3 Jeg sætter fire Magter over dem, lyder det fra HERREN: Sværdet til at slå ihjel, Hundene til at slæbe bort, Himmelens Fugle og Jordens Dyr til at æde og ødelægge.

And I will appoint over them four species, saith the Lord: The sword to slay, and the dogs to drag away, and the fowls of the heaven, and the beasts of the earth, to devour and to destroy.

4 Jeg gør dem til Rædsel for alle Jordens Riger for Ezekiass Søns, Kong Manasse af Judas, Skyld, for alt, hvad han gjorde i Jerusalem.

And I will cause them to become a horror unto all the kingdoms of the earth, on account of Menasseh the son of Hezekiah the king of Judah, because of what he did in Jerusalem.

5 Hvo føler, Jerusalem, for dig, hvo ynker dig vel, hvo bøjer af fra Vejen og spørger til dig?

For who will have pity upon thee, O Jerusalem? or who will condole with thee? or who will go aside to ask after thy welfare?

6 Du vragede mig, så lyder def fra HERREN; du veg bort. Jeg udrækker Hånden, udsletter dig, træt af at ynkes.

Thou hast indeed forsaken me, saith the Lord, thou art gone backward; therefore do I stretch out my hand against thee, and destroy thee: I am weary with repenting.

7 Med Kasteskovl kaster jeg dem i Landets Porte, mit Folk gør jeg barnløst og til intet; de vendte ej om.

And I winnow them with a fan in the gates of the land: I make childless, I annihilate my people, [since] from their ways they have not turned away.

8 Flere end Havets Sandskorn bliver deres Enker. Jeg sender over Ynglingens Moder ved Middag en Hærger, brat lader jeg Angst og Rædsel falde på hende.

Their widows are more numerous before me than the sand of the seas: I bring unto them, over the mothers of the young men, a waster at noonday; I cause to fall upon her suddenly the enemy with [his] terrors.

9 Syvsønnemoder vansmægter, opgiver Ånden, hendes Sol går alt ned ved Dag, hun beskæmmes og blues. De overblevne giver jeg til Sværdet for Fjendernes Øjne, lyder det fra HERREN.

She that had born seven children fadeth away; she breatheth out her soul, her sun is set while it is yet day; she is made ashamed and put to the blush: —and their residue will I give up to the sword before their enemies, saith the Lord.

10 Ve mig, min Moder, at du fødte mig, en Tvistens og kivens Mand for Alerden! Jeg gav eller modtog ej Lån, og de bander mig alle.

Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast born me, a man of contention and a man of strife to the whole land! I have not lent, nor have men lent to me: [yet] every one of them curseth me.

11 HERREN sagde: Sandelig, jeg løser dig, at det må gå dig vel. Sandelig, jeg lader Fjenden bønfalde dig i Ulykkens og Trængselens Tid.

The Lord said, Truly I will release thee for [thy] good; truly I will cause the enemy to meet thee in the time of distress and in the time of affliction.

12 Sønderbryder man Jern, Jern fra Norden, og kobber?

Can iron break in pieces the northern iron and copper?

13 Din Rigdom og dine Skatte giver jeg hen til Rov, ikke for Betaling, men til Straf for alle dine Synder i alle dine Landemærker;

Thy wealth and thy treasures will I give up as spoil without price, and this for all thy sins, even in all thy borders.

14 jeg lader dig trælle for dine Fjender i et Land, du ikke kender, thi Ild luer op i min Vrede; den brænder mod eder.

And I will cause them to pass over with thy enemies into a land which thou knowest not; for a fire is kindled in my anger, over you shall it burn.

15 Du kender det, HERRE, kom mig i Hu, tag dig af mig; hævn mig på dem, som forfølger mig, vær ikke langmodig, så jeg rives bort! Vid, at for din Skyld bærer jeg Hån

Thou well knowest it, O Lord! remember me and think of me, and avenge me on my persecutors; not according to thy long-suffering act thou for me: know, that for thy sake I have borne shame.

16 fra dem, der lader hånt om dit Ord; ryd dem ud!" Men mig blev dit Ord til Fryd og til Hjertens Glæde; thi dit Navn er nævnet over mig, HERRE, Hærskarers Gud.

When thy words were made manifest to me, then I greedily received them; and thy word became unto me the gladness and joy of my heart; for thy name is called upon me, O Lord of hosts.

17 Ikke sad jeg og jubled i glades Lag; grebet af din Hånd sad jeg ene, thi du fyldte mig med Harme.

I sat not in the assembly of the mirthful, and was rejoiced; because of thy inspiration I sat solitary; for thou hadst filled me with indignation.

18 Hvorfor er min Smerte evig, ulægeligt mit Sår? Det vil ikke læges. Du blev mig som en skuffende Bæk, som Vand, der sviger.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable? it refuseth to be healed; it is truly become unto me as a deceptive spring, as waters that are not reliable.

19 Derfor så siger Herren: Omvender du dig, vil jeg omvende dig, så du står for mit Åsyn; giver du det ædle, ej det uædle, Vækst, skal du være som min Mund. De skal vende om til dig, du ikke til dem.

Therefore thus hath said the Lord, If thou return, and I bring thee back again, then shalt thou stand before me; and if thou bring forth the precious from the vile, thou shalt be as my mouth: these shall return unto thee; but thou shalt not return unto them.

20 Jeg gør dig for dette Folk til en Kobbermur, ingen kan storme; de skal kæmpe mod dig, men ikke få Overhånd over dig, thi jeg er med dig for at frelse og redde dig, lyder det fra HERREN.

And I will make thee unto this people as a fortified brazen wall; and they will fight against thee, but they shall not prevail against thee; for I am with thee to save thee and to deliver thee, saith the Lord.

21 Jeg redder dig af ondes Vold og frier dig af Voldsmænds Hånd.

And I will deliver thee out of the hand of the wicked, and I will redeem thee out of the grasp of the tyrants.