Isaiah 63
1 Who is this coming in from Edom With bright-red garments, from Bozrah? This made splendid in his raiment, Marching on in the greatness of his strength? I, speaking in righteousness, Mighty to save.
Kven er dette som kjem frå Edom, frå Bosra i raude klæde, so brikjen i bunaden sin, so staut i si store kraft? «Det er eg, eg som talar rettferd, som er megtig til å frelsa.»
2 Wherefore is there red, on thy raiment, —And thy garments as of one treading in a wine-trough?
Kvifor er bunaden din so raud, og klædi som trødde du vinpersa?
3 A winepress, have I trodden, alone, And of the peoples, there was no man with me. So I trod them down in mine anger, And trampled upon them, in mine indignation, —And their life-blood besprinkled my garments, And all mine apparel, I defiled;
«Eg trødde persa åleine, og ingen av folki var med meg. So trødde eg på deim i vreide og trakka deim sund i min harm. Då skvatt deira blod på klædi mine, og eg sulka heile min klædnad.
4 For, a day of avenging, was in my heart, And the year of my redeemed, had come.
For ein hemnedag var i min hug, og mitt utløysingsår var kome.
5 Therefore looked I around, and there was none to help, —And I was astonished that there was none to uphold, —So, mine own arm brought me salvation, And mine indignation, the same upheld me;
Eg såg meg um, det var ingen som hjelpte, og eg undrast på at ingen meg studde, då hjelpte meg min arm, og min harm var meg til studnad,
6 Then trod I down peoples in mine anger, And make them drunk with mine indignation, And brought down to the earth their life-blood.
og eg trakka ned folkeslag i min vreide og gjorde deim drukne i min harm, deira blod let eg renna på jordi.»
7 The lovingkindness of Yahweh, will I recall the praises of Yahweh, According to all that Yahweh hath bestowed upon us, —Even the abundance of goodness to the house of Israel, Which he bestowed upon them—According to his compassions and According to the abundance of his lovingkindness.
Herrens miskunn vil eg prisa, Herrens storverk, etter alt det Herren hev gjort oss og hans store godleik mot Israels hus, som han viste deim i si miskunn og sin store nåde.
8 Therefore he said—Surely my people, they are, Sons, they will not act falsely! So he became their saviour.
Han sagde: «Dei er mitt folk, trufaste borni.» Og han vart deira frelsar.
9 In all their affliction, he, was afflicted And the messenger of his presence saved them, In his love and in his pity, he, redeemed them, —And then lifted them up and carried them all the days of the age-past time.
I all deira trengsla var ingi trengsla, hans åsyns engel frelste deim; i sin kjærleik og si milda han løyste deim ut, han tok deim upp, og han bar deim alle fordoms dagar.
10 But, they, rebelled, and grieved his Holy Spirit, —And so he turned against them as an enemy, he himself, fought against them.
Men dei var stride og harma hans heilage ande, då gjordest han um til fiend’, sjølv stridde han mot deim.
11 Then were recalled the days of the age-past time Moses—his people: —Where is he that led them up out of the sea with the shepherds of his flock? Where is he that put within him his Holy Spirit?
Då fordoms dagar då tenkte hans folk på Moses: Kvar er han som deim førde or havet med sin buskaps hyrding? Kvar er han som gav deim i barmen sin heilage ande,
12 That caused to go at the right hand of Moses his own majestic arm, —Cleaving the waters from before them, To make himself an age-abiding name:
som let fara ved Mose sida sin herlege arm, som kløyvde vatnet framfor deim, so han skapte seg eit æveleg namn,
13 Causing them to go through the roaring deeps, —Like a horse through the wilderness, That they should not stumble?
han som førde deim gjenom djupet som ein hest yver heidi, so ikkje dei snåva?
14 As a beast, into the valley, goeth down, The Spirit of Yahweh, causeth him to rest, So, didst thou lead thy people, To make thyself a majestic name!
Liksom buskapen gjeng ned i dalen, førde Herrens ande deim til ro; ja, so hev du ført ditt folk og skapt deg eit herleg namn.
15 Look thou down, out of the heavens and see, Out of the high abode of thy holiness and of thy majesty, —Where are thy jealousy, and thy mighty deeds? The resounding of thy yearning affection, and thy compassions towards me, are they restrained?
Skoda ned frå himmelen, sjå, frå din heilage, herlege bustad! Kvar er din brennhug, di kraft? Di rørsla i barmen, di miskunn held seg att imot meg.
16 For, thou, art our father, Though, Abraham, knew us not, And Israel could not acknowledge us, —Thou, O Yahweh, art our father, Our Redeemer from the Age-past time, is thy name.
For du er vår fader, for Abraham veit ikkje um oss, og Israel kjenner oss ikkje. Men du, Herre, er vår fader, «Vår utløysar» du heiter frå gamalt.
17 Wherefore shouldst thou suffer us to wander O Yahweh, from thy ways? Wherefore shouldst thou let us harden our heart past revering thee? Return thou for the sake of Thy servants, The tribes thou thyself hast inherited.
Kvi let du oss vildra, Herre, frå dine vegar? Kvi gjer du vårt hjarta hardt, so me ikkje ottast deg? Vend att for dine tenarar skuld, for ætterne i din arvlut!
18 For a short time only, did thy holy people hold possession, —Our adversaries, trod down thy sanctuary!
Eit lite bil hev ditt heilage folk havt si eiga, so trakka våre uvener ned din heilagdom.
19 We have become like those Over whom from age-past times, thou hast not ruled, Who have never been called by thy name!
Det hev vorte med oss som du aldri hadde rådt yver oss, som ditt namn hadde ei vore nemnt yver oss.
