Jeremias 10
1 Hør det Ord HERREN taler til eder, Israels hus!
Hear ye the word which Yahweh hath spoken unto you, O house of Israel: —
2 Så siger HERREN: Væn eder ikke til Hedningernes Færd og frygt ikke Himmelens Tegn, fordi Hedningerne frygter dem.
Thus, saith Yahweh—Unto the way of the nations, become not ye accustomed, Nor at the signs of the heavens, be ye dismayed, —Because the nations are dismayed at them.
3 Thi Folkenes Rædsel er Tomhed; thi det er Træ, fældet i Skoven, et Værk, som Håndværkerhænder tilhugger med Økse:
For as for the prescribed customs of the peoples, vanity, they are, —For a tree out of the forest, one cutteth down, Work for the hands of a skilled workman with the axe:
4 han smykker det med Sølv og Guld og fæster det med Søm og Hammer, så det ikke vakler.
With silver and with gold, he decketh it, —With nails and with hammers, they fasten them, that it may not totter.
5 De er som et Fugleskræmsel i Agurkhaven og kan ikke tale; de må bæres, da de ikke kan gå. Frygt dem ikke, thi de gør intet ondt, så lidt som de evner at gøre noget godt.
Mere palm-trunks turned, they are and cannot speak, They must needs be, carried, for they cannot take a step, Be not afraid of them, for they cannot do harm, And even to do good, is not in their power.
6 Din Lige findes ikke, HERRE; stor er du og stort dit Navn i Vælde.
None, there is, like unto thee, O Yahweh, —Great, art, thou, And, great, is thy Name, for might.
7 Hvo skulde ikke frygte dig, du Folkenes Konge! Thi sådant tilkommer dig; thi blandt alle Folks Vismænd og i alle deres Riger findes ikke din Lige.
Who would not revere thee, O King of nations? For, thee, doth it beseem; Forasmuch as among all the wise men of the nations And throughout all their royal estate, None, there is like unto thee.
8 Alle sammen er de dumme og Tåber; Afgudernes Lærdom, den er Træ.
But at once, do they become brutish and stupid, —An example of utmost vanity, is, a tree!
9 Hamret Sølv, indført fra Tarsis, og Guld fra Ofir, et Værk af en Håndværker og Guldsmedens Hænder! De er klædt i violet og rødt Purpur; et Værk af kunstsnilde Folk er de alle.
Silver spread into plates, from Tarshish is brought, And gold, from Uphaz, Work for the craftsman and for the hands of the smith, —Blue and purple, is their clothing, Work for the skilled, are they all.
10 Men HERREN er Gud i Sandhed, han er en levende Gud og en evig Konge; for hans Vrede skælver Jorden, og Folkene udholder ikke hans Harme.
But, Yahweh, is God in truth, He, is a God that, liveth, And a King of times age-abiding, —At his anger, quaketh the earth, And nations cannot endure his wrath.
11 Således skal I sige til dem: Guder, der ikke har skabt Himmel og Jord, skal forsvinde fra Jorden og under Himmelen.
Thus, shall ye say unto them, The gods that made not the heavens, And the earth, Shall perish out of the earth, And from under these heavens!
12 Han skabte Jorden i sin Vælde, grundfæstede Jorderig i sin Visdom, og i sin Indsigt udspændte han Himmelen.
He that made the earth by his power, That established the world by his wisdom, —And by his understanding stretched out the heavens,
13 Når han løfter sin Røst, bruser Vandene i Himmelen, og han lader Skyer stige op fra Jordens Ende, får Lynene til at give Regn og sender Stormen ud af sine Forrådskamre.
At the voice that he uttered, there was a tumult of waters in the heavens, And he caused vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth, —The lightnings for rain, he made, And brought forth wind out of his treasuries.
14 Dumt er hvert Menneske, uden Indsigt; hver Guldsmed får Skam af sit Billede; thi hvad han støber, er Løgn, og der er ikke Ånd i den;
Every son of earth hath become too brutish to discern, Every goldsmith, hath been put to shame by a graven image, —For a falsehood, is his molten image, Seeing there is no breath in them.
15 Tomhed er de, et dårende Værk; når deres Hjemsøgelses Tid kommer, er det ude med dem.
Vanity, they are, the handiwork of mockeries, —In the time of their visitation, shall they perish.
16 Jakobs Arvelod er ikke som de; thi han har skabt alt, og Israel er hans Arvelods Stamme; Hærskarers HERRE er hans Navn.
Not like these, is the portion of Jacob, For the fashioner of all things, is, he, And, Israel, is his inherited sceptre, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.
17 Tag din Bylt op fra Jorden, du, som sidder belejret!
Fold up, from the ground thy travelling carpet, —O inhabitress of the fortress;
18 Thi så siger HERREN: Se, denne Gang slynger jeg Landets indbyggere bort og bringer dem i Trængsel, for at de kan bøde.
For, thus, saith Yahweh, Behold me! slinging out the inhabitants of the land at this throw, —And I will distress them that they may discover it.
19 "Ve mig for min Brøst, mit Sår er svart! Men jeg siger: "Det er min Smerte, den vil jeg bære."
Woe to me! for my grievous injury, Severe, is my wound, —But, I, said, Verily, this, is an affliction and I must bear it:
20 Mit Telt er hærget og alle mine Teltreb sprængt, mine Børn går fra mig, de er borte; mit Telt spænder ingen ud mer eller opsætter Tæpperne.
My tent, is laid waste, And all my tent-cords, are broken, —My children, are gone forth from me and they, are not. There is none, To stretch out any more my tent, Or to set up my curtains.
21 Thi dumme er Hyrderne, HERREN søger de ikke, du er derfor til intet, og hele deres Hjord er spredt.
For the shepherds, have become brutish, And Yahweh, have they not sought, —For this cause, have they not prospered, And, all their flock, is scattered.
22 Der lyder en Tidende, se, den kommer med vældigt Drøn fra Nordens Land og gør Judas Byer til Ørk, til Sjakalers Bo.
The noise of a rumour! lo it hath come! Even a great commotion out of the land of the North, —To make the cities of Judah, A desolation, A den of jackals.
23 Jeg ved, HERRE, at et Menneskes Vej ikke står til ham selv, og at det ikke står til en Mand at vandre og styre sine Fjed.
I know O Yahweh, That not to a son of earth, pertaineth his own path, —Not, to the man who walketh, also to direct his own steps.
24 Tugt os, HERRE, men med Måde, ikke i Vrede, for ikke at gøre os færre!
Chastise me, O Yahweh But yet in measure, —Not in thine anger, lest thou make me few.
25 Udøs din Vrede på Folk, som ikke kender dig, på Slægter, som ikke påkalder dit Navn; thi de har opædt Jakob, tilintetgjort det og lagt dets Bolig øde.
Pour out thy wrath—Upon the nations that know thee not, and Upon the families that, upon thy Name, have not called, —For they have devoured Jacob Yea they have devoured him and consumed him, And, his habitation, have they made desolate.
