Jeremiah 48
1 Of Moab, —Thus, saith Yahweh of hosts God of Israel, —Alas for Nebo, for it is laid waste, put to shame—captured, is Kiriathaim, put to shame is Misgab, and dismayed.
Om Moab. Saa siger Hærskarers HERRE, Israels Gud: Ve over Nebo, thi det er lagt øde, blevet til Skamme; indtaget er Kirjatajim, med Skam er Borgen brudt ned.
2 No more, is the praise of Moab, In Heshbon, have they devised against her, calamity, Come, and let us cut her off from being a nation, —Even thou, Madmen also, shalt be silenced, After thee, shall march the sword.
Der er ingen Lægedom mer for Moab, intet Fryderaab i Hesjbon; de oplægger onde Raad imod det: »Kom, lad os udrydde det af Folkenes Tal!« Ogsaa du, Madmen, skal omkomme, Sværdet skal forfølge dig.
3 A voice of outcry, from Horonaim, —Wasting and great destruction!
Hør Skriget fra Horonajim, frygteligt Brag og Sammenbrud!
4 Moab is broken: Her little ones, have caused to be heard an outcry.
Moab er brudt sammen; lad Skriget lyde til Zoar.
5 For the ascent of Luhith, with weeping, one ascendeth—with weeping, —For in the descent of Horonaim, the distress of the outcry of destruction, have they heard:
Ak, grædende stiger de op ad Luhits Skraaning; ak, paa Vejen til Horonajim hører de Jammerskrig.
6 Flee deliver your own lives, —Then shall the women be as a shrub in the desert.
Fly, red eders Liv, og I skal blive som en Enebærbusk i Ørkenen.
7 For seeing thou hast trusted in thy works and in thy treasures, Thou too, shalt be captured, —Then shall Chemosh go forth into captivity, His priests and his princes together.
Ja, fordi du stolede paa dine Borge og Skatte, skal ogsaa du fanges. Kemosj skal vandre i Landflygtighed, hans Præster og Fyrster til Hobe.
8 And the spoiler shall enter into every city, And not, a city, shall escape, Then shall perish the vale Then be destroyed the table-land, —As Yahweh hath said.
Hærværksmænd skal komme over hver By, ingen By skal reddes; Dalen skal ødelægges og Højsletten hærges, som HERREN har sagt.
9 Give wing to Moab, For she must, fly away; And her cities To desolation, shall be turned, With no inhabitant therein.
Giv Moab Vinger, at det kan flyve bort; dets Byer skal blive en Ørken, saa ingen bor der.
10 Accursed be he that doeth the business of Yahweh carelessly; And, accursed be he that withholdeth his sword, from blood!
Forbandet være den, der er lad til at gøre HERRENS Værk, forbandet den, som holder sit Sværd fra Blod.
11 Moab, hath been at ease from his youth, And settled is he upon his lees, And hath not been poured out from vessel to vessel, Nor into captivity, hath gone, —For this cause, hath his flavour stood still within him, And his scent is unchanged.
Moab var tryg fra sin Ungdom, laa roligt paa sin Bærme; det hældtes ikke fra Fad til Fad og vandrede ikke i Landflygtighed; derfor holdt det sin Smag, og dets Duft tabte sig ikke.
12 Therefore, lo! days are coming, Declareth Yahweh, When I will send to him tilters and they shall tilt him, —And his vessels, shall they empty, And their jars, shall they dash in pieces.
Se, derfor skal Dage komme, lyder det fra HERREN, da jeg sender Vintappere, som skal tappe det og tømme dets Fade og knuse dets Dunke.
13 Then shall Moab, be ashamed, of, Chemosh, —Just as, the sons of Israel, were ashamed of Bethel their confidence.
Da skal Moab faa Skam af Kemosj, som Israels Hus havde Skam af Betel, som de stolede paa.
14 How can ye say, Heroes, are we? and Men of might for the war?
Hvor kan I sige: »Helte er vi og djærve Folk til Krig?«
15 Spoiled is Moab And her cities, hath he ascended, And the choice of his young men, have gone down to the slaughter, —Declareth The King, Yahweh of hosts, is his Name.
Moab skal hærges med sine Byer og dets ypperste Ynglinge stige ned til at slagtes, lyder det fra Kongen, hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE.
16 Near is the doom of Moab, to come, —And, his calamity, hasteth greatly.
Moabs Undergang er nær, dets Ulykke kommer saare hastigt.
17 Lament ye for him—All that are round about him, and All that know his name, —Say, How is broken—The staff of strength! The rod of beauty!
Ynk det, alle dets Naboer og alle, som kender dets Navn; sig: Hvor knækkedes dog den stærke Stav, det herlige Spir!
18 Come down from glory, and sit in thirst, O inhabitress daughter of Dibon; For the spoiler of Moab, hath come up against thee, He hath laid in ruins thy strongholds.
Stig ned fra Æressædet, sæt dig i Skarnet, du, som bor der, Dibons Datter! Thi han, der hærger Moab, drager op imod dig, nedbryder dine Fæstninger.
19 Near the way, take thy stand and keep outlook, O inhabitress of Aroer: Ask—him that fleeth, and Her that hath escaped, Say, What hath happened?
Staa hen paa Vejen og se dig om, du, som bor i Aroer, spørg Flygtningene og de undslupne Kvinder, sig: »Hvad er der sket?«
20 Confounded is Moab! For it is broken down! Howl and make outcry, —Tell ye in Arnon, That Moab is spoiled;
Moab er blevet til Skamme, ja knust. Jamrer og skrig, meld ved Arnon, at Moab er hærget,
21 And, judgment, hath come Upon the country of the table-land, —Upon Holon, and Upon Jazer and Upon Mephaath;
at Dommen er kommet over Højslettelandet, over Holon, Jaza, Mefa'at,
22 and Upon Dibon, and Upon Nebo, and Upon Beth-diblathaim;
Dibon, Nebo, Bet-Diblatajim,
23 and Upon Kiriathaim, and Upon Beth-gamul, and Upon Beth-meon;
Kirjatajim, Bet-Gamul, Bet-Meon,
24 and Upon Kerioth, and Upon Bozrah, —Yea, upon all the cities of the land of Moab, far and near.
Kerijot, Bozra og alle Byer i Moabs Land fjernt og nær.
25 Cut off is the horn of Moab, Yea, his arm, is broken, —Declareth Yahweh.
Afhugget er Moabs Horn, og dets Arm er brudt, lyder det fra HERREN.
26 Make ye him drunken, Because against Yahweh, hath he magnified himself; So shall, Moab, stagger, into his own vomit, And shall become a derision, even he!
Gør det drukkent! Thi det hovmodede sig mod HERREN; og Moab skal falde omkuld i sit eget Spy, ogsaa det skal blive til Latter.
27 And was it not, a derision, that Israel became to thee? And was it not among thieves, he was found? For, as often as thou didst speak of him, thou didst wag the head!
Var ikke Israel til Latter for dig? Blev det maaske grebet blandt Tyve, siden du bliver saa ivrig, hver Gang du taler derom?
28 Leave ye the cities and dwell in the cliff, Ye inhabitants of Moab; And become ye as a dove, that maketh her nest in the further-side of the fissure’s mouth.
Røm fra Byerne og fæst Bo paa Klippen, Moabs Indbyggere, vær som Duen, der bygger Rede hist ved Afgrundens Rand.
29 We have heard the arrogance of Moab—proud exceedingly: His loftiness and his arrogance and his majesty, and his elevation of heart!
Vi har hørt om Moabs Hovmod, det saare store, dets Stolthed, Overmod og Hovmod, dets opblæste Hjerte.
30 I know—Declareth Yahweh His passion—that’tis Unjust! His boastings, that Untrue have they made [them]!
Jeg kender, lyder det fra HERREN, dets Frækhed, dets tomme Snak, dets tomme Gerninger.
31 For this cause over Moab, will I howl, And for all Moab, will I make outcry, —For the men of Kir-heres, must one moan!
Derfor maa jeg jamre over Moab, skrige over hele Moab, over Mændene i Kir-Heres maa jeg sukke.
32 Beyond the weeping of Jazer, will I weep for thee O vine of Sibmah, Thy tendrils, have gone over the sea, Unto the sea of Jazer, have they reached, Upon thy summer fruits And upon thy vintage, the spoiler, hath fallen.
Ja'zers Graad græder jeg over dig, Sibmas Vinstok; dine Skud overskred Havet, naaede til Ja'zer; paa din Frugt og din Høst slog Hærværksmanden ned.
33 So shall be withdrawn gladness and exultation—From the fruitful field and From the land of Moab, —And wine from the vats, have I caused to fail, They shall not tread with shouting, The shouting shall be no shouting!
Glæde og Jubel er svundet fra Frugthaven og Moabs Land. Jeg lader Vinen svinde fra Persekarrene, ingen træder Vin.
34 From the outcry of Heshbon, Even unto Elealeh Even unto Jahaz, have they given forth their voice, From Zoar even unto Horonaim, the third Eglath, —For, even the waters of Nimrim, to utter desolation, have been turned:
Hesjbon og El'ale skriger, det høres til Jahaz; Horonajim og Eglat-Sjelisjija skriger; ak, Nimrims Vande bliver Ødemarker.
35 Then will I cause to cease, from Moab, Declareth Yahweh, —him that offereth at a high-place, and him that burneth incense to his gods.
Jeg udrydder af Moab den, der stiger op paa Offerhøjen og tænder Offerild for dets Guder, lyder det fra HERREN.
36 For this cause, my heart, for Moab, like flutes, shall make plaintive sounds, Yea my heart for the men of Kir-heres! like flutes, shall make plaintive sounds, Because, the abundance he hath gotten is lost!
Derfor klager mit Hjerte som Fløjter over Moab, og mit Hjerte klager som Fløjter over Kir-Heres's Mænd. Godset, de vandt, gaar derfor til Spilde.
37 For, every head, is baldness, And every beard, clipped: Upon all hands, are gashes, And upon the loins, sackcloth
Thi hvert Hoved er skaldet, hvert Skæg revet af; i alle Hænder er der Rifter, over alle Lænder Sæk.
38 Upon all the housetops of Moab And in her broadways, it is all lamentation, —For I have broken Moab—Like a vessel wherein is no pleasure Declareth Yahweh.
Alt er Klage paa alle Moabs Tage og Torve; thi jeg sønderbryder Moab som et usselt Kar, lyder det fra HERREN.
39 How it is broken down! They have howled, How hath Moab turned the back, for shame, —So shall Moab become a derision and a terror to all round about him.
Hvor er Moab forfærdet! Hvor vender det Ryg med Skam! Ja, Moab er blevet til Latter og Rædsel for alle sine Naboer.
40 For, thus, saith Yahweh, Lo! as an eagle, shall one dart along, —And shall spread out his wings towards Moab.
Thi saa siger HERREN: Se, som en Ørn med udbredte Vinger svæver han over Moab.
41 Captured is Kerioth, And the fortresses, are seized, —Then shall the heart of the heroes of Moab become in that day, As the heart of a woman in her pains.
Kerijot er taget og Borgene faldet. Moabs Heltes Hjerte bliver paa hin Dag som en nødstedt Kvindes Hjerte.
42 Then shall, Moab, be destroyed from being a people, —Because against Yahweh, hath he magnified himself.
Moab er ødelagt og ikke mer et Folk, fordi det hovmodede sig mod HERREN.
43 Terror and pit and snare are upon thee O inhabitant of Moab Declareth Yahweh:
Gru og Grav og Garn kommer over dig, du, som bor i Moab, lyder det fra HERREN;
44 He that fleeth from the face of the terror, Shall fall into the pit, And, he that getteth up out of the pit, Shall be captured by the snare, —For I will bring against her—against Moab, The year of their visitation, Declareth Yahweh.
den, der flygter for Gru, falder i Grav, den, der naar op af Grav, fanges i Garn. Thi jeg bringer over Moab deres Hjemsøgelses Aar, lyder det fra HERREN.
45 In the shadow of Heshbon, stand strengthless, the fugitives, —For, a fire, hath gone forth out of Heshbon And shall flame out of the midst of Sihon, And shall devour the beard of Moab, And the crown of the head of the proudly tumultuous.
I Ly af Hesjbon staar Flygtninge uden Kraft. Thi Ild farer ud fra Hesjbon, Ildslue fra Sihons Stad; den fortærer Moabs Tinding og de larmende Mænds Isse.
46 Woe to thee Moab! Lost are the people of Chemosh, —For thy sons have been taken, into captivity, And thy daughters into captivity.
Ve dig, Moab, det er ude med dig, Kemosj's Folk. Thi dine Sønner slæbes i Fangenskab, dine Døtre ligesaa.
47 Yet will I bring back the captivity of Moab, In the afterpart of the days, Declareth Yahweh, Thus far, is the sentence of Moab.
Men jeg vender Moabs Skæbne i de sidste Dage, lyder det fra HERREN. Saa vidt Moabs Dom.
