Isaiah 40

Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.

Trøst, ja trøst mit Folk, så siger eders Gud,

Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned: for she hath received of the LORD'S hand double for all her sins.

tal Jerusalem kærligt til og råb kun til det, at nu er dets Strid til Ende, dets Skyld betalt, tvefold Straf har det fået af HERRENs Hånd for alle sine Synder.

The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the LORD, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.

I Ørkenen råber en Røst: "Ban HERRENs Vej, jævn i det øde Land en Højvej for vor Gud!

Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low: and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain:

Hver Dal skal højnes, hvert Bjerg, hver Høj, skal sænkes, bakket Land blive fladt og Fjeldvæg til Slette.

And the glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it.

Åbenbares skal HERRENs Herlighed, alt Kød til Hobe skal se den. Thi HERRENs Mund har talet."

The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:

Der lyder en Røst, som siger: "Råb!" Jeg svarer: "Hvad skal jeg råbe?" "Alt Kød til Hobe er Græs, al dets Ynde som Markens Blomst;

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.

Græsset tørres, Blomsten visner, når HERRENs Ånde blæser derpå; visselig, Folket er Græs,

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

Græsset tørres, Blomsten visner, men vor Guds Ord bliver evindelig."

O Zion, that bringest good tidings, get thee up into the high mountain; O Jerusalem, that bringest good tidings, lift up thy voice with strength; lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God!

Stig op på højen Bjerg, du Zions Glædesbud, løft din Røst med Kraft, du Jerusalems Glædesbud, løft den uden Frygt og sig til Judas Byer: "Se eders Gud!"

Behold, the Lord GOD will come with strong hand, and his arm shall rule for him: behold, his reward is with him, and his work before him.

Se, den Herre HERREN kommer med Vælde, han hersker med sin Arm. Se, hans Løn er med ham, hans Vinding foran ham,

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.

han vogter sin Hjord som en Hyrde, samler den med Armen, bærer Lammene i Favn og leder de diende Får.

Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with the span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?

Hvo måler Vandet i sin Hånd, afmærker med Fingerspand Himlen, måler Jordens Støv i Skæppe og vejer Bjerge med Bismer eller i Vægtskål Høje?

Who hath directed the Spirit of the LORD, or being his counsellor hath taught him?

Hvo leder HERRENs Ånd, råder og lærer ham noget?

With whom took he counsel, and who instructed him, and taught him in the path of judgment, and taught him knowledge, and shewed to him the way of understanding?

Hos hvem får han Råd og Indsigt, hvem lærer ham Rettens Vej, hvem kan give ham Kundskab, hvem kundgør ham indsigts Vej?

Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance: behold, he taketh up the isles as a very little thing.

Se, som Dråbe på Spand er Folkene, at regne som Fnug på Vægt, som et Gran vejer fjerne Strande.

And Lebanon is not sufficient to burn, nor the beasts thereof sufficient for a burnt offering.

Libanon giver ej Brændsel, dets Dyr ej Brændoffer nok.

All nations before him are as nothing; and they are counted to him less than nothing, and vanity.

Alle Folk er som intet for ham, for Luft og Tomhed at regne.

To whom then will ye liken God? or what likeness will ye compare unto him?

Med hvem vil I ligne Gud, hvad stiller I op som hans Lige?

The workman melteth a graven image, and the goldsmith spreadeth it over with gold, and casteth silver chains.

Et Billede det støber en Mester, en Guldsmed lægger Guld derpå, og Sølvkæder støber en anden.

He that is so impoverished that he hath no oblation chooseth a tree that will not rot; he seeketh unto him a cunning workman to prepare a graven image, that shall not be moved.

Den, som vil rejse en Afgud, vælger sig Træ, som ej rådner; han søger sig en kyndig Mester til at rejse et Billede, som står.

Have ye not known? have ye not heard? hath it not been told you from the beginning? have ye not understood from the foundations of the earth?

Ved I, hører I det ikke, er det . ikke forkyndt jer for længst? Har I da ikke skønnet det, fra Jordens Grundvold blev lagt?

It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in:

Han troner over Jordens Kreds, som Græshopper er dens Beboere; han udbreder Himlen som en Dug og spænder den ud som et Teltbo.

That bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.

Fyrster gør han til intet, Jordens Dommere til Luft.

Yea, they shall not be planted; yea, they shall not be sown: yea, their stock shall not take root in the earth: and he shall also blow upon them, and they shall wither, and the whirlwind shall take them away as stubble.

Knap er de plantet, knap er de sået, knap har Stiklingen Rod i Jorden, så ånder han på dem, de visner; som Strå fejer Storm dem bort.

To whom then will ye liken me, or shall I be equal? saith the Holy One.

Hvem vil I ligne mig med som min Ligemand? siger den Hellige.

Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these things, that bringeth out their host by number: he calleth them all by names by the greatness of his might, for that he is strong in power; not one faileth.

Løft eders Blik til Himlen og se: Hvo skabte disse? Han mønstrer deres Hær efter Tal, kalder hver enkelt ved Navn; så stor er hans Kraft og Vælde, at ikke en eneste mangler.

Why sayest thou, O Jacob, and speakest, O Israel, My way is hid from the LORD, and my judgment is passed over from my God?

Hvorfor siger du, Jakob, hvi taler du, Israel, så: "Min Vej er skjult for HERREN, min Ret gled min Gud af Hænde."

Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.

Ved du, hørte du ikke, at HERREN er en evig Gud, den vide Jord har han skabt? Han trættes og mattes ikke, hans Indsigt udgrundes ikke;

He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.

han giver den trætte Kraft, den svage Fylde af Styrke.

Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:

Ynglinge trættes og mattes, Ungersvende snubler brat,

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

ny Kraft får de, der bier på HERREN, de får nye Svingfjer som Ørnen; de løber uden at mattes, vandrer uden at trættes.