Esaias 64

1 Gjev du reiv himmelen sund og steig ned, so fjelli skalv for di åsyn,

Oh that you would tear the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might quake at your presence,

2 som elden fatar i risved, elden set vatnet i kok, til å kunngjera namnet ditt for dine motmenn, so folki laut skjelva for di åsyn,

as when fire kindles the brushwood, and the fire causes the waters to boil; to make your name known to your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at your presence.

3 når du gjorde skræmeverk, som me ikkje venta - å, steig du ned, so fjelli skalv for di åsyn!

When you did awesome things which we did not look for, you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.

4 Aldri hev nokon spurt eller høyrt, aldri hev auga set nokon annan gud enn du gjera soleis med deim som ventar på honom.

Since ancient times no one has heard, and no ear has perceived, and no eye has seen a God besides you, who works for him who waits for him.

5 Du kjem imot dei som gjer rettferd med gleda, dei som kjem deg i hug på vegarne dine. Sjå, du vart harm, og me synda; so var det med oss frå gamalt, kann me verta frelste?

You meet him who rejoices and works righteousness, those who remember you in your ways. Look, you were angry, and we sinned. We have been in sin for a long time; and shall we be saved?

6 Me vart alle i hop som ein urein, og all vår rettferd som eit tilsulka plagg, som lauvet visna me alle saman, og våre skuld bles oss burt som vinden.

For we have all become as one who is unclean, and all our righteousness is as a polluted garment: and we all fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.

7 Det var ingen som kallar på namnet ditt, som manna seg upp til å gripa deg; for du hadde løynt di åsyn for oss og late oss skjelva under vår skuld.

There is none who calls on your name, who stirs up himself to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have consumed us by means of our iniquities.

8 Men no, Herre, er du vår fader; me er leiret og du vår formar, eit verk av di hand er me alle.

But now, YHWH, you are our Father, and we are clay, and you are our potter; and we all are the work of your hands.

9 Herre, ver ikkje so ovleg harm, og tenk ikkje ævleg på skuldi. Sjå no på me alle er ditt folk!

Do not be furious, YHWH, neither remember iniquity forever: see, look, we beg you, we are all your people.

10 Dine heilage byar vart øydemark, Sion vart til ei øydemark, Jerusalem til ei audn.

Your holy cities have become a wilderness, Zion has become like a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Vårt heilage hus, det herlege, der federne våre deg lova, hev vorte uppbrent med eld, og all vår hugnad hev vorte grushaugar.

Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant places are laid waste.

12 Kann du halda deg att med alt dette, Herre? Vil du tegja og trykkja oss so tungt?

Will you refrain yourself for these things, YHWH? Will you hold your peace, and afflict us very severely?