Isaiah 21
1 The burden of the wilderness of the sea. As whirlwinds in the South sweep through, it comes from the wilderness, from an awesome land.
Et Udsagn om Havørknen. Som hvirvlende Storme, der jager i Sydlandet, kommer det fra Ørkenen, det grufulde Land
2 A grievous vision is declared to me. The treacherous man deals treacherously, and the destroyer destroys. Go up, Elam; attack! I have stopped all of Media’s sighing.
Så svart et Syn blev mig meldt: "Ransmænd raner, Hærmænd hærger! Frem, Elamiter! Til Belejring, Meder! Alle Suk gør jeg Ende på!"
3 Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have seized me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I cannot hear. I am so dismayed that I cannot see.
Derfor fyldes mine Lænder af Skælven, jeg gribes af Veer som, fødende Kvinde, døv af Svimmelhed, blind af Skræk,
4 My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.
mit Hjerte forvirres, Gru falder på mig; Skumringen, jeg elsker, bliver mig til Angst.
5 They prepare the table. They set the watch. They eat. They drink. Rise up, you princes, oil the shield!
Bordet dækkes, Hynder bredes, man spiser og drikker, "Op I Fyrster, salv eders Skjolde!"
6 For the Lord said to me, “Go, set a watchman. Let him declare what he sees.
Thi så sagde Herren til mig: "Gå hen og stil Vægteren ud! Hvad han får at se, skal han melde.
7 When he sees a troop, horsemen in pairs, a troop of donkeys, a troop of camels, he shall listen diligently with great attentiveness.”
Og ser han Ryttere, et Par komme ridende, en Rytter på Æsel, en Rytter på Kamel, da skal han lytte, ja lytte spændt!"
8 He cried like a lion: “Lord, I stand continually on the watchtower in the daytime, and every night I stay at my post.
Og han råbte: "Se, o Herre, på Varden står jeg bestandig, Dagen lang, og på min Vagtpost står jeg trolig
9 Behold, here comes a troop of men, horsemen in pairs.” He answered, “Fallen, fallen is Babylon; and all the engraved images of her gods are broken to the ground.
Nat efter Nat!" Men se, da kom der ridende Mænd, et Par kom ridende; de råbte: "Faldet, faldet er Babel, han knuste alle dets Guder i Støvet!"
10 You are my threshing, and the grain of my floor!” That which I have heard from the LORD of Armies, the God of Israel, I have declared to you.
Mit knuste, mit tærskede Folk! Hvad jeg, har hørt fra Hærskarers HERRE, fra Israels Gud, det melder jeg eder.
11 The burden of Dumah. One calls to me out of Seir, “Watchman, what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?”
Et Udsagn om Duma. Der råbes til mig fra Se'ir: "Vægter, hvordan skrider Natten, Vægter, hvordan skrider Natten?"
12 The watchman said, “The morning comes, and also the night. If you will inquire, inquire. Come back again.”
Vægteren svarer: "Morgen kommer, men også Nat! Vil I spørge, så spørg! Kom kun igen!"
13 The burden on Arabia. You will lodge in the thickets in Arabia, you caravans of Dedanites.
Et Udsagn: "I Ødemarken". Søg Nattely i Ødemarkens Krat, I Dedans Karavaner!
14 They brought water to him who was thirsty. The inhabitants of the land of Tema met the fugitives with their bread.
Bring de tørstige Vand i Møde, I, som bor i Temas Land, mød de flyende med Brød!
15 For they fled away from the swords, from the drawn sword, from the bent bow, and from the heat of battle.
Thi de er på Flugt for Sværd, på Flugt for det dragne Sværd, på Flugt for den spændte Bue, på Flugt for Krigens Tynge.
16 For the Lord said to me, “Within a year, as a worker bound by contract would count it, all the glory of Kedar will fail,
Thi så sagde Herren til mig:"Et År endnu, som Daglejeren regner Året, og det er ude med al Kedars Herlighed.
17 and the residue of the number of the archers, the mighty men of the children of Kedar, will be few; for the LORD, the God of Israel, has spoken it.”
Resten af Kedars Heltes Buer skal være ringe, så sandt HERREN, Israels Gud, har talet."
