Jeremias 4
1 Omvender du dig, Israel, lyder det fra Herren, så vend dig til mig; hvis du fjerner dine væmmelige Guder, skal du ikke fly for mit Åsyn.
If thou wilt return, O Israel, saith the Lord, unto me must thou return; and if thou wilt put away thy abominations out of my sight, then shalt thou not wander about [any more].
2 Sværger du: "Så sandt HERREN lever," redeligt, ærligt og sandt, skal Folkeslag velsigne sig ved ham og rose sig af ham.
And if thou wilt swear, As the Lord liveth, in truth, in justice, and in righteousness: then shall nations bless themselves in him, and in him shall they glorify themselves.
3 Thi så siger HERREN til Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere: Bryd eder Nyjord og så dog ikke blandt, Torne!
For thus hath said the Lord to the men of Judah and to Jerusalem, Plough up your fallow ground, that ye may not sow among thorns.
4 Omskær jer for HERREN og fjern eders Hjertes Forhud, Judas Mænd og Jerusalems Borgere, at min Vrede ikke slår ud som Ild og hrænder uslukket for eders onde Gerningers Skyld.
Circumcise yourselves to the Lord, and remove the obduracy of your heart, O ye men of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem: lest my fury come forth like fire, and burn so that none can quench it, because of the evil of your doings.
5 Forkynd i Juda og Jerusalem, kundgør og tal, lad Hornet gjalde i Landet, råb, hvad I kan, og sig: Flok jer sammen! Vi går ind i de faste Stæder!
Tell ye in Judah, and publish in Jerusalem, and say, Blow ye the cornet in the land: call out, gather together, and say, Assemble yourselves, and let us go into the fortified cities.
6 Rejs Banner hen imod Zion, fly uden Standsning! Thi Ulykke sender jeg fra Nord, et vældigt Sammenbrud.
Set up the standard toward Zion; save yourselves by flight, stay not; for evil do I bring from the north, and a great destruction.
7 En Løve steg op fra sit Krat, en Folkehærger brød op, gik bort fra sin Hjemstavn for at gøre dit Land til en Ørk; dine Byer skal hærges, så ingen bor der.
The lion is come up from his thicket, and the destroyer of nations hath commenced his march, he is gone forth from his place, to make thy land desolate; and thy cities shall be laid waste, left without an inhabitant.
8 Derfor skal I klæde jer i Sæk og klage og jamre, thi ej vender HERRENs glødende Vrede sig fra os.
For this gird yourselves with sackcloths, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of the Lord is not turned away from us.
9 På hin Dag, lyder det fra HERREN, skal Kongen og Fyrsterne tabe Modet, Præsterne stivne af Skræk og Profeterne slås af Rædsel;
And it shall come to pass on that day, saith the Lord, that the heart of the king and the heart of the princes shall fail; and the priests shall be astonished, and the prophets shall wonder.
10 og de skal sige: "Ak, Herre, HERRE! Sandelig, du førte dette Folk og Jerusalem bag Lyset, da du sagde: I skal have Fred! Nu har Sværdet nået Sjælen."
Then said I, Ah, Lord Eternal! surely thou hast greatly deceived this people and Jerusalem, saying, Ye shall have peace; whereas the sword reacheth unto the soul.
11 På hin Tid skal der siges til dette Folk og Jerusalem: Et glødende Vejr fra Ørkenens nøgne Høje trækker op mod mit Folks Datter, ej til Kastning og Rensning af Korn,
At that time shall be announced to this people and to Jerusalem a dry wind from the mountain-peaks in the wilderness, [coming] on the road to the daughter of my people; not to winnow, nor to cleanse [the corn],
12 et Vejer for vældigt dertil kommer mod mig. Derfor vil jeg også nu tale Domsord imod dem.
A strong wind from these places shall come unto me: now also will I myself pronounce judgment against them.
13 Se, det kommer som Skyer, dets Vogne som Stormvejr, dets Heste er hurtigere end Ørne; ve, vi lægges øde!
Behold, like clouds shall he come up, and like a whirlwind shall be his chariots: swifter than eagles are his horses. “Woe unto us! for we are wasted.”
14 Rens dit Hjerte for ondt, Jerusalem, at du må frelses! Hvor længe skal dit Indre huse de syndige Tanker?
Wash from wrong doing thy heart, O Jerusalem, in order that thou mayest be saved. How long wilt thou let lodge within thee the thoughts of thy wickedness?
15 Thi hør, en Råber fra Dan, et Ulykkesbud fra Efraims Bjerge:
For a voice declareth from Dan, and publisheth unhappiness from the mountain of Ephraim.
16 Kundgør Folkene: Se! Lad det høres i Jerusalem! Belejrere kommer fra et Land i det fjerne, de opløfter Røsten mod Byerne i Juda.
Make ye mention of it to the nations; behold, let it be heard against Jerusalem, that beleaguerers come from a far-off country, and send forth their voice against the cities of Judah.
17 Som Markens Vogtere stiller de sig rundt omkring det, thi genstridigt var det imod mig, lyder det fra HERREN.
As keepers of a field are they against her round about; because against me hath she been rebellious, saith the Lord.
18 Det kan du takke din Færd, dine Gerninger for; det skyldes din Ondskab; hvor bittert! Det gælder Livet.
Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee: this is thy wickedness, which is so bitter, which so reacheth unto thy heart.
19 Mit indre, mit Indre! Jeg skælver! Mit Hjertes Vægge! Mit Hjerte vånder sig i mig, ej kan jeg tie. Thi Hornets klang må jeg høre, Skrig fra Kampen;
My bowels, my bowels! I am shaken, at the very chambers of my heart; my heart beateth tumultuously in me; I cannot remain silent; because the sound of the cornet hast thou heard, O my soul, the alarm of war.
20 der meldes om Fald på Fald, thi alt Landet er hærget. Mine Telte hærges brat, i et Nu mine Forhæng.
Ruin upon ruin is called out; for the whole land is wasted: suddenly are my tents wasted, and in a moment, my curtains.
21 Hvor længe skal jeg skue Banneret, høre Hornet?
How long shall I see the standard, hear the sound of the cornet?
22 Thi mit Folk er tåbeligt, kender ej mig, de er dumme Sønner og uden Indsigt; de er vise til at gøre det onde, men Tåber til det gode.
“Because my people is foolish, me have they not known; sottish children are they, and they have not any understanding: wise are they to do evil, but how to do good they do not know.”
23 Jeg så på Jorden, og se, den var øde og tom, på Himlen, dens Lys var borte;
I look at the earth, and, lo, it is without form and void; and toward the heavens, and their light is gone.
24 Bjergene så jeg, og se, de skjalv, og alle Højene bæved;
I look at the mountains, and, lo, they tremble, and all the hills are moved.
25 jeg så, og se, der var mennesketomt, og alle Himlens Fugle var fløjet;
I look, and, lo, there is no man, and all the birds of the heavens are fled.
26 jeg så, og se, Frugthaven var Ørken, alle dens Byer lagt øde for HERREN, for hans glødende Vrede.
I look, and, lo, the fruitful country is a wilderness, and all its cities are laid waste at the presence of the Lord, because of the fierceness of his anger.
27 Thi så siger HERREN: Al Jorden bliver Ørk, men helt ødelægger jeg ikke.
For thus hath said the Lord, Desolate shall be the whole land; yet a full end will I not make.
28 Derfor sørger Jorden, og Himlen deroppe er sort; thi jeg talede og angrer det ikke, tænkte og går ikke fra det.
For this shall mourn the earth, and black shall be the heavens above; because I have spoken it, I have purposed it, and I will not repent, and I will not turn back from it.
29 For Larmen af Ryttere og Bueskytter flyr alt Landet, de tyr ind i Krat, stiger op på Klipper; hver By er forladt, og ikke et Menneske bor der.
From the noise of horsemen and those that shoot with the bow fleeth the whole city; they go into thickets, and climb up upon the rocks: every city is forsaken, and not a man dwelleth therein.
30 Og du, hvad vil du mon gøre? Om end du klæder dig i Skarlagen, smykker dig med Guld og gør Øjnene store med Sminke det er spildt, du gør dig smuk. Elskerne agter dig ringe, dit Liv vil de have.
And thou, O wasted one, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothe thyself with scarlet, though thou adorn thyself with ornaments of gold, though thou encircle with paint thy eyes: in vain shalt thou make thyself beautiful; the adulterers will despise thee, thy life will they seek.
31 Thi jeg hører Råb som ved Barnsnød, Skrig som ved Førstefødsel. Hør, hvor Zions Datter stønner med udrakte Hænder: "Ve mig, min Sjæl bukker under for dem, som myrder."
For a voice as of a woman in travail have I heard, the anguish as of one that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that groaneth, that spreadeth out her hands, [saying, ] “Woe is me now! for my soul succumbeth to the murderers.”
