Esajas 51

 
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                                    1 Hør mig, I, som jager efter Retfærd, som søger HERREN! Se til Klippen, I huggedes af, til Gruben, af hvilken I brødes,                                

                                    1 “Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness,Who seek the Lord:Look to the rock from which you were hewnAnd to the quarry from which you were dug.                                
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                                    2 se til eders Fader Abraham, til Sara, der fødte eder: Da jeg kaldte ham, var han kun een, jeg velsigned ham, gjorde ham til mange.                                

                                    2 “Look to Abraham your fatherAnd to Sarah who gave birth to you in pain;When he was but one I called him,Then I blessed him and multiplied him.”                                
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                                    3 Thi HERREN trøster Zion, trøster alle dets Tomter, han gør dets Ørk som Eden, dets Ødemark som HERRENs Have; der skal findes Fryd og Glæde, Lovsang og Strengespil.                                

                                    3 Indeed, the Lord will comfort Zion;He will comfort all her waste places.And her wilderness He will make like Eden,And her desert like the garden of the Lord;Joy and gladness will be found in her,Thanksgiving and sound of a melody.                                
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                                    4 I Folkeslag, lyt til mig, I Folkefærd, lån mig Øre! Thi Lov går ud fra mig, min Ret som Folkeslags Lys;                                

                                    4 “Pay attention to Me, O My people,And give ear to Me, O My nation;For a law will go forth from Me,And I will set My justice for a light of the peoples.                                
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                                    5 min Retfærd nærmer sig hastigt, min Frelse oprinder, mine Arme bringer Folkeslag Ret; fjerne Strande bier på mig og længes efter min Arm.                                

                                    5 “My righteousness is near, My salvation has gone forth,And My arms will judge the peoples;The coastlands will wait for Me,And for My arm they will wait expectantly.                                
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                                    6 Løft eders Øjne mod Himlen og se på Jorden hernede! Thi Himlen skal svinde som Røg, Jorden som en opslidt Klædning, dens Beboere skal dø som Myg. Men min Frelse varer evigt, min Retfærd ophører aldrig.                                

                                    6 “Lift up your eyes to the sky,Then look to the earth beneath;For the sky will vanish like smoke,And the earth will wear out like a garmentAnd its inhabitants will die in like manner;But My salvation will be forever,And My righteousness will not wane.                                
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                                    7 Hør mig, I, som kender Retfærd, du Folk med min Lov i dit Hjerte, frygt ej Menneskers Hån, vær ikke ræd for deres Spot!                                

                                    7 “Listen to Me, you who know righteousness,A people in whose heart is My law;Do not fear the reproach of man,Nor be dismayed at their revilings.                                
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                                    8 Som en Klædning skal Møl fortære dem,,Orm fortære dem som Uld, men min Retfærd varer evigt, min Frelse fra Slægt til Slægt.                                

                                    8 “For the moth will eat them like a garment,And the grub will eat them like wool.But My righteousness will be forever,And My salvation to all generations.”                                
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                                    9 Vågn op, vågn op, HERRENs Arm, og ifør dig Styrke, vågn op som i henfarne Dage, i Urtidens Slægter! Mon du ej kløvede Rahab, gennembored Dragen,                                

                                    9 Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord;Awake as in the days of old, the generations of long ago.Was it not You who cut Rahab in pieces,Who pierced the dragon?                                
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                                    10 mon du ej udtørred Havet, Stordybets Vande, gjorde Havets dyb til en Vej, hvor de genløste gik?                                

                                    10 Was it not You who dried up the sea,The waters of the great deep;Who made the depths of the sea a pathwayFor the redeemed to cross over?                                
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                                    11 HERRENs forløste vender hjem, de drager til Zion med Jubel med evig Glæde om Issen; Fryd og Glæde får de, Sorg og Suk skal fly.                                

                                    11 So the ransomed of the Lord will returnAnd come with joyful shouting to Zion,And everlasting joy will be on their heads.They will obtain gladness and joy,And sorrow and sighing will flee away.                                
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                                    12 Jeg, jeg er eders Trøster, hvem er da du, at du frygter dødelige, jordiske Mennesker, der bliver som Græs,                                

                                    12 “I, even I, am He who comforts you.Who are you that you are afraid of man who diesAnd of the son of man who is made like grass,                                
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                                    13 at du glemmer HERREN, din Skaber, der udspændte Himlen og grundfæsted Jorden, at du altid Dagen lang frygter for Undertrykkerens Vrede. Så snart han vil til at lægge øde, hvor er da Undertrykkerens Vrede?                                

                                    13 That you have forgotten the Lord your Maker,Who stretched out the heavensAnd laid the foundations of the earth,That you fear continually all day long because of the fury of the oppressor,As he makes ready to destroy?But where is the fury of the oppressor?                                
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                                    14 Snart skal den krumsluttede løses og ikke dø og synke i Graven eller mangle Brød,                                

                                    14 The exile will soon be set free, and will not die in the dungeon, nor will his bread be lacking.                                
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                                    15 så sandt jeg er HERREN din Gud, som rører Havet, så Bølgerne bruser, den, hvis Navn er Hærskarers HERRE.                                

                                    15 For I am the Lord your God, who stirs up the sea and its waves roar (the Lord of hosts is His name).                                
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                                    16 jeg lægger mine Ord i din Mund og gemmer dig under min Hånds Skygge for at udspænde Himmelen og grundfæste Jorden og sige til Zion: "Du er mit Folk."                                

                                    16 I have put My words in your mouth and have covered you with the shadow of My hand, to establish the heavens, to found the earth, and to say to Zion, ‘You are My people.’”                                
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                                    17 Vågn op, vågn op, stå op, Jerusalem, som af HERRENs Hånd fik rakt hans Vredes Bæger og tømte den berusende Kalk til sidste Dråbe.                                

                                    17 Rouse yourself! Rouse yourself! Arise, O Jerusalem,You who have drunk from the Lord’s hand the cup of His anger;The chalice of reeling you have drained to the dregs.                                
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                                    18 Af alle de Børn, hun fødte, ledte hende ingen, af alle de Børn, hun fostred, greb ingen hendes Hånd.                                

                                    18 There is none to guide her among all the sons she has borne,Nor is there one to take her by the hand among all the sons she has reared.                                
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                                    19 To Ting timedes dig hvo ynker dig vel? Vold og Våde, Hunger og Sværd - hvo trøster dig?                                

                                    19 These two things have befallen you;Who will mourn for you?The devastation and destruction, famine and sword;How shall I comfort you?                                
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                                    20 Ved alle Gadehjørner lå dine Sønner i Afmagt som i Garn Antiloper, fyldte med HERRENs Vrede, med Trusler fra din Gud.                                

                                    20 Your sons have fainted,They lie helpless at the head of every street,Like an antelope in a net,Full of the wrath of the Lord,The rebuke of your God.                                
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                                    21 Hør derfor, du arme, drukken, men ikke af Vin:                                

                                    21 Therefore, please hear this, you afflicted,Who are drunk, but not with wine:                                
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                                    22 Så siger din Herre, HERREN, din Gud, der strider for sit Folk: Se, jeg tager den berusende Kalk fra din Hånd, aldrig mer skal du drikke min Vredes Bæger;                                

                                    22 Thus says your Lord, the Lord, even your GodWho contends for His people,“Behold, I have taken out of your hand the cup of reeling,The chalice of My anger;You will never drink it again.                                
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                                    23 og jeg rækker det til dine Plagere, dem, som bød dig: "Bøj dig, så vi kan gå over!" og du gjorde din Ryg til Gulv, til Gade for Vandringsmænd. ﻿                                

                                    23 “I will put it into the hand of your tormentors,Who have said to you, ‘Lie down that we may walk over you.’You have even made your back like the groundAnd like the street for those who walk over it.”