Jeremias 20

1 Da præsten Pasjhur, Immers søn, der var overopsynsmand i HERRENs Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere således,

And Pashhur son of Immer the priest—who [is] also overseer, leader in the house of YHWH—hears Jeremiah prophesying these things,

2 slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENs Hus.

and Pashhur strikes Jeremiah the prophet, and puts him in the stocks that [are] by the Upper Gate of Benjamin, that [is] by the house of YHWH.

3 Men da Pasjhur Dagen efter slap Jeremias ud af Blokken, sagde Jeremias til ham: HERREN kalder dig ikke Pasjhur, men: Trindt-om-er-Rædsel.

And it comes to pass on the next day, that Pashhur brings Jeremiah out from the stocks, and Jeremiah says to him, “YHWH has not called your name Pashhur, but Terror on Every Side.

4 Thi så siger HERREN: Se, jeg gør dig til Rædsel for dig selv og for alle dine Venner; de skal falde for deres Fjenders Sværd, og dine Øjne skal se det. Og hele Juda giver jeg i Babels Konges Hånd; han skal føre dem til Babel og hugge dem ned med Sværdet.

For thus said YHWH: Behold, I am making you for a fear to yourself, And to all loving you, And they have fallen by the sword of their enemies, and your eyes are beholding, And all Judah I give into the hand of the king of Babylon, And he has removed them to Babylon, And he has struck them with the sword.

5 Og jeg giver alt denne Bys Gods og al dens Velstand og alle dens koslelige Ting og alle Judas Kongers Skatte i deres fjenders Hånd; de skal rane dem og tage dem og føre dem til Babel.

And I have given all the strength of this city, And all its labor, and all its precious things, Indeed, I give all the treasures of the kings of Judah into the hand of their enemies, And they have spoiled them, and taken them, And have brought them into Babylon.

6 Og du Pasjhur og alle, der bor i dit Hus, skal gå i Fangenskab. Du skal komme til Babel; der skal du dø, og der skal du jordes sammen med alle dine Venner, for hvem du har profeteret Løgn.

And you, Pashhur, and all dwelling in your house, Go into captivity. And you enter Babylon, And there you die, and there you are buried, You and all loving you, To whom you have prophesied falsely.”

7 Du overtalte mig, HERRE, og jeg lod mig overtale, du tvang mig med Magt. Dagen lang er jeg til Latter, mig håner enhver.

You have persuaded me, O YHWH, and I am persuaded; You have hardened me, and prevail, I have been for a laughter all the day, Everyone is mocking at me,

8 Thi så tit jeg faler, må jeg skrige, råbe: "Vold og Overfald!" Thi HERRENs Ord er mig Dagen lang til Skændsel og Spot.

Because from the time I speak I cry out, I shout, “Violence and destruction!” For the word of YHWH has been to me For reproach and for derision all the day.

9 Men tænkte jeg: "Ej vil jeg mindes ham, ej tale mer i hans Navn," da blev det som brændende Ild i mit indre, som brand i mine Ben; jeg er træt, jeg kan ikke mere, jeg evner det ej;

And I said, “I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak anymore in His Name,” And it has been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.

10 thi jeg hører mange hviske, trindt om er Rædsel: "Angiv ham!" og: "Vi vil angive ham!" Alle mine Venner lurer på et Fejltrin af mig: "Måske går han i Fælden, så vi får ham i vor Magt, og da kan vi hævne os på ham!"

For I have heard the evil report of many, “Fear [is] all around!” “Declare, and we declare it!” All my allies are watching [for] my halting, “Perhaps he is enticed, and we prevail over him, And we take our vengeance on him.”

11 Men HERREN er med mig som en vældig Helt; derfor skal de, som forfølger mig, snuble i Afmagt, højlig beskæmmes, thi Heldet svigter dem, få Skændsel, der aldrig glemmes.

And YHWH [is] with me, as a mighty, awesome One, Therefore my persecutors stumble and do not prevail, They have been exceedingly ashamed, For they have not acted wisely, Continuous confusion is not forgotten.

12 Du Hærskarers HERRE, som prøver den retfærdige, gennemskuer Nyrer og Hjerte, lad mig skue din Hævn på dem, thi på dig har jeg væltet min Sag.

And, O YHWH of Hosts, trier of the righteous, Beholder of reins and heart, I see Your vengeance on them, For I have revealed my cause to you.

13 Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Hånd.

Sing to YHWH, praise YHWH, For He has delivered the soul of the needy From the hand of evildoers.

14 Forbandet være den Dag, på hvilken jeg fødtes; den Dag, min Moder fødte mig, skal ikke velsignes.

Cursed [is] the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bore me, Let it not be blessed!

15 Forbandet den Mand, som bragte min Fader det Bud: "Et Barn, en Dreng er født dig!" og glæded ham såre.

Cursed [is] the man who bore tidings [to] my father, Saying, “A male child has been born to you,” Making him very glad!

16 Det gå den Mand som Byerne, HERREN omstyrted uden Medynk; han høre Skrig ved Gry, Kampråb ved Middagstide.

Then that man has been as the cities, That YHWH overthrew, and did not relent, And he has heard a cry in the morning, And a shout at noontime.

17 At han ej lod mig dø i Moders Liv, så min Moder var blevet min Grav og hendes Moderliv evigt svangert!

Because he has not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me—my grave, And her womb [is] a perpetual pregnancy.

18 Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, når jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!

Why [is] this? I have come out from the womb To see labor and sorrow, Indeed, my days are consumed in shame!