Isaiah 64

Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,

Gid du sønderrev Himlen og steg ned, så Bjergene vakled for dit Åsyn!

As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence!

Som Vokset smelter i Ild, så lad Ild fortære dine Fjender, at dit Navn må kendes iblandt dem, og Folkene bæve for dit Åsyn,

When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.

når du gør Undere, vi ikke vented, du stiger ned, for dit Åsyn vakler Bjergene

For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.

og som ingen Sinde er hørt. Intet Øre har hørt, intet Øje har set en Gud uden dig, som hjælper den, der håber på ham.

Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.

Du ser til dem, der øver Retfærd og kommer dine Veje i Hu. Men se, du blev vred, og vi synded, og skyldige blev vi derved.

But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.

Som urene blev vi til Hobe, som en tilsølet Klædning al vor Retfærd. Vi visnede alle som løvet, vort Brøde bortvejred os som Vinden.

And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.

Ingen påkaldte dit Navn, tog sig sammen og holdt sig til dig; thi du skjulte dit Åsyn for os og gav os vor Brøde i Vold.

But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

Men du, o HERRE, er dog vor Fader, vi er Leret, og du har dannet os, Værk af din Hånd er vi alle.

Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.

Vredes ej, HERRE, så såre, kom ej evigt Brøde i Hu, se dog til, vi er alle dit Folk!

Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

Dine hellige Byer er Ørk, Zion er blevet en Ørk, Jerusalem ligger i Grus;

Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.

vort hellige, herlige Tempel, hvor Fædrene priste dig, er blevet Luernes Rov, en Grushob er alt, hvad vi elskede.

Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

Ser du roligt HERRE, på sligt, kan du tie og bøje os så dybt?