Isaiah 38
1 In those days was Hezekiah sick and near death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, Thus saith the LORD, Set thy house in order: for thou shalt die, and not live.
Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: »Saa siger HERREN: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve!«
2 Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed to the LORD,
Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad saaledes til HERREN:
3 And said, Remember now, O LORD, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Hezekiah wept bitterly.
»Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Aasyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!« Og Ezekias græd højt.
4 Then came the word of the LORD to Isaiah, saying,
Da kom HERRENS Ord til Esajas saaledes:
5 Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus saith the LORD, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will add to thy days fifteen years.
»Gaa hen og sig til Ezekias: Saa siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Taarer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten Aar til dit Liv
6 And I will deliver thee and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria: and I will defend this city.
og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Haand og værne om denne By!
7 And this shall be a sign to thee from the LORD, that the LORD will do this thing that he hath spoken;
Og Tegnet fra HERREN paa, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:
8 Behold, I will bring again the shadow of the degrees, which hath gone down on the sun dial of Ahaz, ten degrees backward. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it had gone down.
Se, jeg vil lade Skyggen gaa de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen paa Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!« Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage paa Soluret.
9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered from his sickness:
En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig af sin Sygdom:
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the rest of my years. (Sheol h7585)
Jeg tænkte: Bort maa jeg gaa i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste Aar. (Sheol h7585)
11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;
12 My age hath departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
min Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Traaden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,
13 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
jeg skriger til Daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig hen fra Dag til Nat.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered: I mourned as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Taarer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken to me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
Hvad skal jeg sige? Han talede til mig, og selv greb han ind. For Bitterhedens Skyld i min Sjæl vil jeg vandre sagtelig alle mine Aar.
16 O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so wilt thou restore me, and make me to live.
Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Aand, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!
17 Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
Se, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skaaned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du bag din Ryg.
18 For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. (Sheol h7585)
Thi Dødsriget takker dig ikke, dig lover ej Døden, paa din Miskundhed haaber ej de, der synker i Graven. (Sheol h7585)
19 The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth.
Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.
20 The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.
HERRE, frels os! Saa vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENS Hus.
21 For Isaiah had said, Let them take a lump of figs, and lay it for a plaster upon the boil, and he shall recover.
Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster paa det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.
22 Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the LORD?
Og Ezekias sagde: »Hvad er Tegnet paa, at jeg skal gaa op til HERRENS Hus?«
