Isaiah 5
1 Let me make a song about my loved one, a song of love for his vine-garden. My loved one had a vine-garden on a fertile hill:
Jeg vil synge en Sang om min Ven, en Kærlighedssang om hans Vingaard: Min Ven, han havde en Vingaard paa en frugtbar Høj.
2 And after working the earth of it with a spade, he took away its stones, and put in it a very special vine; and he put up a watchtower in the middle of it, hollowing out in the rock a place for the grape-crushing; and he was hoping that it would give the best grapes, but it gave common grapes.
Han grov den, rensed den for Sten og plantede ædle Ranker; han bygged et Vagttaarn deri og huggede ogsaa en Perse. Men den bar vilde Druer, skønt han ventede Høst af ædle.
3 And now, you people of Jerusalem and you men of Judah, be the judges between me and my vine-garden.
Og nu, Jerusalems Borgere, Judas Mænd, skift Ret mellem mig og min Vingaard!
4 Is there anything which might have been done for my vine-garden which I have not done? why then, when I was hoping for the best grapes did it give me common grapes?
Hvad mer var at gøre ved Vingaarden, hvad lod jeg ugjort? Hvi bar den vilde Druer, skønt jeg ventede Høst af ædle?
5 And now, this is what I will do to my vine-garden: I will take away the circle of thorns round it, and it will be burned up; its wall will be broken down and the beasts of the field will go through it;
Saa vil jeg da lade jer vide, hvad jeg vil gøre ved min Vingaard: Nedrive dens Hegn, saa den ædes op, nedbryde dens Mur, saa den trampes ned!
6 And I will make it waste; its branches will not be touched with the knife, or the earth worked with the spade; but blackberries and thorns will come up in it: and I will give orders to the clouds not to send rain on it.
Jeg lægger den øde; den skal ikke beskæres og ikke graves, men gro sammen i Torn og Tidsel; og Skyerne giver jeg Paabud om ikke at sende den Regn.
7 For the vine-garden of the Lord of armies is the people of Israel, and the men of Judah are the plant of his delight: and he was looking for upright judging, and there was blood; for righteousness, and there was a cry for help.
Thi Hærskarers HERRES Vingaard er Israels Hus, og Judas Mænd er hans Yndlingsplantning. Han vented paa Retfærd — se, der kom Letfærd, han vented paa Lov — se, Skrig over Rov!
8 Cursed are those who are joining house to house, and putting field to field, till there is no more living-space for any but themselves in all the land!
Ve dem, der føjer Hus til Hus, dem, der lægger Mark til Mark, saa der ikke er Plads tilbage, men kun I har Landet i Eje.
9 The Lord of armies has said to me secretly, Truly, numbers of great and fair houses will be waste, with no one living in them.
Det lyder i mine Ører fra Hærskarers HERRE: »For vist skal de mange Huse blive øde, de store og smukke skal ingen bebo;
10 For ten fields of vines will only give one measure of wine, and a great amount of seed will only give a small measure of grain.
thi paa ti Tønder Vinland skal høstes en Bat, af en Homers Udsæd skal høstes en Efa.«
11 Cursed are those who get up early in the morning to give themselves up to strong drink; who keep on drinking far into the night till they are heated with wine!
Ve dem, der aarle jager efter Drik og ud paa Natten blusser af Vin!
12 And corded instruments and wind-instruments and wine are in their feasts: but they give no thought to the work of the Lord, and they are not interested in what his hands are doing.
Med Citre og Harper holder de Gilde, med Haandpauker, Fløjter og Vin, men ser ikke HERRENS Gerning, har ej Syn for hans Hænders Værk.
13 For this cause my people are taken away as prisoners into strange countries for need of knowledge: and their rulers are wasted for need of food, and their loud-voiced feasters are dry for need of water.
Derfor skal mit Folk føres bort, før det ved det, dets Adel blive Hungerens Bytte, dets Hob vansmægte af Tørst.
14 For this cause the underworld has made wide its throat, opening its mouth without limit: and her glory, and the noise of her masses, and her loud-voiced feasters, will go down into it. (Sheol h7585)
Derfor vokser Dødsrigets Gridskhed, det spiler sit Gab uden Grænse; dets Stormænd styrter derned, dets larmende, lystige Slæng. (Sheol h7585)
15 And the poor man's head is bent, and the great man goes down on his face, and the eyes of pride are put to shame:
Mennesket bøjes, og Manden ydmyges, de stolte slaar Øjnene ned;
16 But the Lord of armies is lifted up as judge, and the Holy God is seen to be holy in righteousness.
men Hærskarers HERRE ophøjes ved Dommen, den hellige Gud bliver helliget ved Retfærd.
17 Then the lambs will get food as in their grass-lands, and the fat cattle will be feasting in the waste places.
Og der gaar Faar paa Græs, Geder afgnaver omkomnes Tomter.
18 Cursed are those who make use of ox-cords for pulling the evil thing, and the bands of a young ox for their sin!
Ve dem, der trækker Straffen hid med Brødens Skagler og Syndebod hid som med Vognreb,
19 Who say, Let him do his work quickly, let him make it sudden, so that we may see it: let the design of the Holy One of Israel come near, so that it may be clear to us.
som siger: »Lad ham skynde sig, haste med sit Værk, saa vi faar det at se; lad Israels Helliges Raad dog komme snart, at vi kan kende det!«
20 Cursed are those who give the name of good to evil, and of evil to what is good: who make light dark, and dark light: who make bitter sweet, and sweet bitter!
Ve dem, der kalder ondt for godt og godt for ondt, gør Mørke til Lys og Lys til Mørke, gør beskt til sødt og sødt til beskt!
21 Cursed are those who seem wise to themselves, and who take pride in their knowledge!
Ve dem, der tykkes sig vise og er kloge i egne Tanker!
22 Cursed are those who are strong to take wine, and great in making mixed drinks!
Ve dem, der er Helte til at drikke Vin og vældige til at blande stærke Drikke,
23 Who for a reward give support to the cause of the sinner, and who take away the righteousness of the upright from him.
som for Gave giver den skyldige Ret og røver den skyldfri Retten, han har.
24 For this cause, as the waste of the grain is burned up by tongues of fire, and as the dry grass goes down before the flame, so their root will be like the dry stems of grain, and their flower will go up in dust: because they have gone against the law of the Lord of armies, and have given no honour to the word of the Holy One of Israel.
Derfor, som Ildens Tunge æder Straa og Hø synker sammen i Luen, saa skal deres Rod blive raadden, deres Blomst henvejres som Støv; thi om Hærskarers HERRES Lov lod de haant og ringeagted Israels Helliges Ord.
25 For this reason the wrath of the Lord has been burning against his people, and his hand has been stretched out against them in punishment, and the hills were shaking, and their dead bodies were like waste in the open places of the town.
Saa blusser da HERRENS Vrede mod hans Folk, og han udrækker Haanden imod det og slaar det, saa Bjergene skælver og Ligene ligger som Skarn paa Gaden. Men trods alt har hans Vrede ej lagt sig, hans Haand er fremdeles rakt ud.
26 And he will let a flag be lifted up as a sign to a far-off nation, whistling to them from the ends of the earth: and they will come quickly and suddenly.
For et Folk i det fjerne løfter han Banner og fløjter det hid fra Jordens Ende; og se, det kommer hastigt og let.
27 There is no weariness among them, and no man is feeble-footed: they come without resting or sleeping, and the cord of their shoes is not broken.
Ingen iblandt dem er træt eller snubler, ingen blunder, og ingen sover; Bæltet om Lænden løsnes ikke, Skoens Rem springer ikke op;
28 Their arrows are sharp, and every bow is bent: the feet of their horses are like rock, and their wheels are like a rushing storm.
hvæssede er dets Pile, alle dets Buer spændte; som Flint er Hestenes Hove, dets Vognhjul som Hvirvelvind.
29 The sound of their armies will be like the voice of a lion, and their war-cry like the noise of young lions: with loud cries they will come down on their food and will take it away safely, and there will be no one to take it out of their hands.
Det har et Brøl som en Løve, brøler som unge Løver, brummende griber det Byttet, bjærger det, ingen kan fri det.
30 And his voice will be loud over him in that day like the sounding of the sea: and if a man's eyes are turned to the earth, it is all dark and full of trouble; and the light is made dark by thick clouds.
Men paa hin Dag skal der bryde en Brummen løs imod det, som naar Havet brummer; og skuer det ud over Jorden, se, da er der Trængselsmørke, Lyset slukkes af tykke Skyer.
