Esajas 38
1 Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: "Så siger HERREN: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve!"
In those days was Hezekiah sick and near death. Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, "Thus says the LORD, 'Set your house in order, for you will die, and not live.'"
2 Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad således til HERREN:
Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the LORD,
3 "Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Åsyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!" Og Ezekias græd højt.
and said, "Remember now, the LORD, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight." Hezekiah wept bitterly.
4 Da kom HERRENs Ord til Esajas således:
Then the word of the LORD came to Isaiah, saying,
5 "Gå hen og sig til Ezekias: Så siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Tårer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten År til dit Liv
"Go, and tell Hezekiah, 'Thus says the LORD, the God of David your father, "I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Look, I will add fifteen years to your life.
6 og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Hånd og værne om denne By!
I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.
7 Og Tegnet fra HERREN på, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:
This shall be the sign to you from the LORD, that the LORD will do this thing that he has spoken.
8 Se, jeg vil lade Skyggen gå de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen på Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!" Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage på Soluret.
Look, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which has gone down with the sun on the upper steps of Ahaz, to go backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the sundial on which it had gone down."'"
9 En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig af sin Sygdom:
The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered of his sickness.
10 Jeg tænkte: Bort må jeg gå i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste År. (Sheol h7585)
I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years." (Sheol h7585)
11 Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;
I said, "I won't see the LORD in the land of the living. I will not look on humankind any longer with the inhabitants of the world.
12 min Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Tråden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,
My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
13 jeg skriger til daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig ben fra Dag til Nat.
I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
14 Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Tårer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!
I chip like a swallow or a thrush. I moan like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. LORD, I am oppressed. Be my security."
15 Hvad skal jeg, sige? Han talede til mig og selv greb han ind. For Bitterhedens Skyld i min Sjæl vil jeg vandre sagtelig alle mine År.
What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
16 Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Ånd, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!
The LORD is against them, but they live, and all of them who live have his spirit. Restore me to health and let me live.
17 Se, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skåned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du bag din Ryg.
Look, for peace I had great anguish, but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
18 Thi Dødsriget takker dig ikke, dig lover ej Døden, på din Miskundbed håber ej de, der synker i Graven. (Sheol h7585)
For Sheol can't praise you. And death can't celebrate you. And those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth. (Sheol h7585)
19 Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.
The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day. The father shall make known your truth to the children.
20 HERRE, frels os! Så vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENs Hus.
The LORD will save me. Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.
21 Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster på det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.
Now Isaiah had said, "Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a poultice on the boil, and he shall recover."
22 Og Ezekias sagde: "Hvad er Tegnet på, at jeg skal gå op til HERRENs Hus?"
Hezekiah also had said, "What is the sign that I will go up to the house of the LORD?"
