Jeremiah 8

At that time, saith the LORD, they shall bring out the bones of the kings of Judah, and the bones of his princes, and the bones of the priests, and the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the inhabitants of Jerusalem, out of their graves:

Til hin Tid, lyder det fra HERREN, skal man tage Judas kongers ben, dets Fyrsters Ben, Præsternes, Profeternes og Jerusalems Indbyggeres Ben ud af deres Grave

And they shall spread them before the sun, and the moon, and all the host of heaven, whom they have loved, and whom they have served, and after whom they have walked, and whom they have sought, and whom they have worshipped: they shall not be gathered, nor be buried; they shall be for dung upon the face of the earth.

og sprede dem for Sol og Måne og al Himmelens Hær, som de elskede og dyrkede, holdt sig til, rådspurgte og tilbad; de skal ikke samles og jordes, men blive til Gødning på Marken.

And death shall be chosen rather than life by all the residue of them that remain of this evil family, which remain in all the places whither I have driven them, saith the LORD of hosts.

Og Døden skal foretrækkes for Livet af hele den Rest, der er tilbage af denne onde Slægt på alle de Steder, jeg driver dem hen, lyder det fra Hærskarers HERRE.

Moreover thou shalt say unto them, Thus saith the LORD; Shall they fall, and not arise? shall he turn away, and not return?

Og du skal sige til dem: Så siger HERREN: Mon man falder og ej står op, går tilbage og ej vender om?

Why then is this people of Jerusalem slidden back by a perpetual backsliding? they hold fast deceit, they refuse to return.

Hvi falder da dette Folk i Jerusalem fra i evigt Frafald? De fastholder Svig, vil ikke vende om igen.

I hearkened and heard, but they spake not aright: no man repented him of his wickedness, saying, What have I done? every one turned to his course, as the horse rusheth into the battle.

Jeg lytter, hører nøje efter: de taler ej Sandhed, ingen angrer sin Ondskab og siger: "Hvad gjorde jeg!" Hver styrter frem i sit Løb, som Hest stormer frem i Strid.

Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the LORD.

Selv Storken oppe i Luften kender sin Tid, Turtelduen, Svalen og Tranen holder den Tid, de skal komme; men mit Folk, de kender ej HERRENs Ret.

How do ye say, We are wise, and the law of the LORD is with us? Lo, certainly in vain made he it; the pen of the scribes is in vain.

Hvor kan I sige: "Vi er vise, og hos os er HERRENs Lov!" Nej, de skriftkloges Løgnegriffel virked i Løgnens Tjeneste.

The wise men are ashamed, they are dismayed and taken: lo, they have rejected the word of the LORD; and what wisdom is in them?

De vise skal blive til Skamme, ræddes og fanges. Se, HERRENs Ord har de vraget, hvad Visdom har de?

Therefore will I give their wives unto others, and their fields to them that shall inherit them: for every one from the least even unto the greatest is given to covetousness, from the prophet even unto the priest every one dealeth falsely.

Derfor giver jeg andre deres Kvinder, nye Herrer deres Marker. Thi fra små til store søger hver eneste Vinding, de farer alle med Løgn fra Profet til Præst.

For they have healed the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

De læger mit Folks Datters Brøst som den simpleste Sag, idet de siger: "Fred, Fred!" skønt der ikke er Fred.

Were they ashamed when they had committed abomination? nay, they were not at all ashamed, neither could they blush: therefore shall they fall among them that fall: in the time of their visitation they shall be cast down, saith the LORD.

De skal få Skam, thi de har gjort vederstyggelige Ting, og dog blues de ikke, dog kender de ikke til Skam. Derfor skal de falde på Valen; på Hjemsøgelsens Dag skal de snuble, siger HERREN.

I will surely consume them, saith the LORD: there shall be no grapes on the vine, nor figs on the fig tree, and the leaf shall fade; and the things that I have given them shall pass away from them.

Jeg vil bjærge deres Høst, så lyder det fra HERREN, men Vinstokken er uden Druer, Figentræet uden Figner, og Løvet er vissent.

Why do we sit still? assemble yourselves, and let us enter into the defenced cities, and let us be silent there: for the LORD our God hath put us to silence, and given us water of gall to drink, because we have sinned against the LORD.

Hvorfor sidder vi stille? Flok jer dog sammen, lad os gå til de faste Stæder og tilintetgøres der! Thi HERREN vor Gud tilintetgør os, Gift er vor Drik, thi vi synded mod HERREN.

We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, and behold trouble!

Man håber på Fred, men det bliver ej godt, på Lægedoms Tid, men se, der er Rædsel.

The snorting of his horses was heard from Dan: the whole land trembled at the sound of the neighing of his strong ones; for they are come, and have devoured the land, and all that is in it; the city, and those that dwell therein.

Hans Hestes Fnysen høres fra Dan, ved Lyden af hans Hingstes Vrinsken skælver alt Landet. De kommer og opæder Landet og dets Fylde, Byen og dens Borgere.

For, behold, I will send serpents, cockatrices, among you, which will not be charmed, and they shall bite you, saith the LORD.

Thi se, jeg sender imod jer Slanger; Basilisker, som ikke lader sig besværge, bide jer skal de, lyder det fra HERREN.

When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.

Min Kvide er ikke til at læge, mit Hjerte er sygt.

Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of them that dwell in a far country: Is not the LORD in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with strange vanities?

Hør mit Folks Datters Skrig viden om fra Landet! Er HERREN da ikke i Zion, har det ingen konge? Hvi krænked I mig med eders Billeder, fremmed Tomhed?

The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.

Kornhøst er omme, Frugthøst endt, og vi er ej frelst!

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

Ved mit Folks Datters Sammenbrud er jeg brudt sammen, jeg sørger, grebet af Rædsel.

Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?

Er der ikke Balsam i Gilead, ingen Læge der? Hvorfor heles da ikke mit Folks Datters Sår?