Isaiah 64
1 Oh, that Thou wouldest rend the heavens, that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence,
gid du vilde sønderrive Himlene og fare ned, saa at Bjergene fløde bort for dit Ansigt!
2 As when fire kindleth the brush-wood, and the fire causeth the waters to boil; to make Thy name known to Thine adversaries, that the nations might tremble at Thy presence,
Ligesom Ild antænder Kviste, ligesom Ild kommer Vand til at syde, saa lade du dine Fjender kende dit Navn, saa at Hedningerne bæve for dit Ansigt.
3 When Thou didst tremendous things which we looked not for — Oh that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence! —
Da du har gjort underlige Ting, skulde vi da ikke vente? du nedfor, Bjerge fløde bort for dit Ansigt.
4 And whereof from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen a God beside Thee, who worketh for him that waiteth for Him.
Og fra gammel Tid har man ikke hørt, har man ikke fornummet, intet Øje set, at nogen Gud uden du gjorde saadanne Ting for den, som bier efter ham.
5 Thou didst take away him that joyfully worked righteousness, those that remembered Thee in Thy ways — behold, Thou wast wroth, and we sinned — upon them have we stayed of old, that we might be saved.
Du møder den, som er glad ved at gøre Retfærdighed, de skulle komme dig i Hu paa dine Veje; se, du var vred, og vi bleve ved at synde; vare vi evindelig blevne paa dem, da vare vi nu frelste.
6 And we are all become as one that is unclean, and all our righteousnesses are as a polluted garment; and we all do fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
Men vi bleve alle som de urene og al vor Retfærdighed som et besmittet Klædebon; og vi faldt alle, af som et Blad, og vor Misgerning førte os bort som et Vejr.
7 And there is none that calleth upon Thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of Thee; for Thou hast hid Thy face from us, and hast consumed us by means of our iniquities.
Og der er ingen, som paakalder dit Navn, ingen, som rejser sig for at holde fast ved dig; thi du har skjult dit Ansigt for os og smeltet os for vore Misgerningers Skyld.
8 But now, O LORD, Thou art our Father; we are the clay, and Thou our potter, and we all are the work of Thy hand.
Men nu, Herre! du er vor Fader; vi ere Leret, og du er den, som har dannet os, og vi ere alle din Haands Gerning.
9 Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, look, we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.
Herre! vær ikke saa saare vred, og kom ikke Misgerninger evindelig i Hu; se, sku dog, vi ere alle dit Folk!
10 Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Dine Helligdoms Stæder ere blevne til en Ørk; Zion er bleven til en Ørk, Jerusalem en Ødelæggelse.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised Thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
Vor Helligheds og vor Herligheds Hus, i hvilket vore Fædre lovede dig, er opbrændt med Ild, og alle vore lystelige Ting ere ødelagte.
12 Wilt Thou refrain Thyself for these things, O LORD? Wilt Thou hold Thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
Vil du over for disse Ting holde dig tilbage, Herre? vil du tie og nedtrykke os saa saare?
