¹Jeg vil synge en Sang om min Ven, en Kærlighedssang om hans Vingård: Min Ven, han havde en Vingård på en frugtbar Høj.

¹Let me sing, I pray you, for my beloved, A song of my beloved as to his vineyard: My beloved hath a vineyard in a fruitful hill,

²Han grov den, rensed den for Sten og plantede ædle Ranker; han bygged et Vagttårn deri og huggede også en Perse. Men den bar vilde Druer, skønt han ventede Høst af ædle.

²And he fenceth it, and casteth out its stones, And planteth it [with] a choice vine, And buildeth a tower in its midst, And also a wine press hath hewn out in it, And he waiteth for the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

³Og nu, Jerusalems Borgere, Judas Mænd, skift Ret mellem mig og min Vingård!

³And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, and man of Judah, Judge, I pray you, between me and my vineyard.

⁴Hvad mer var at gøre ved Vingården, hvad lod jeg ugjort? Hvi bar den vilde Druer, skønt jeg ventede Høst af ædle?

⁴What — to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

⁵Så vil jeg da lade jer vide, hvad jeg vil gøre ved min Vingård: Nedrive dens Hegn, så den ædes op, nedbryde dens Mur, så den trampes ned!

⁵And now, pray, let me cause you to know, That which I am doing to my vineyard, To turn aside its hedge, And it hath been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it hath been for a treading-place.

⁶Jeg lægger den øde; den skal ikke beskæres og ikke graves, men gro sammen i Torn og Tidsel; og Skyerne giver jeg Påbud om ikke at sende den Regn.

⁶And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From raining upon it rain.

⁷Thi Hærskarers HERREs Vingård er Israels Hus, og Judas Mænd er hans Yndlingsplantning. Han vented på Retfærd se, der kom Letfærd, han vented på Lov se, Skrig over Rov!

⁷Because the vineyard of Jehovah of Hosts [Is] the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waiteth for judgment, and lo, oppression, For righteousness, and lo, a cry.

⁸Ve dem, der føjer Hus til Hus, dem, der lægger Mark til Mark, så der ikke er Plads tilbage, men kun I har Landet i Eje.

⁸Wo [to] those joining house to house, Field to field they bring near, till there is no place, And ye have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!

⁹Det lyder i mine Ører fra Hærskarers HERRE: "For vist skal de mange Huse blive øde, de store og smukke skal ingen bebo;

⁹By the weapons of Jehovah of Hosts Do not many houses a desolation become? Great and good without inhabitant!

¹⁰thi på ti Tønder Vinland skal høstes en Bat, af en Homers Udsæd skal høstes en Efa.

¹⁰For ten acres of vineyard do yield one bath, And an homer of seed yieldeth an ephah.

¹¹Ve dem, der årle jager efter Drik og ud på Natten blusser af Vin!

¹¹Wo [to] those rising early in the morning, Strong drink they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!

¹²Med Citre og Harper holder de Gilde, med Håndpauker, Fløjter og Vin, men ser ikke HERRENs Gerning, har ej Syn for hans Hænders Værk.

¹²And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of His hands they have not seen.

¹³Derfor skal mit Folk føres bort, før det ved det, dets Adel blive Hungerens Bytte, dets Hob vansmægte af Tørst.

¹³Therefore my people removed without knowledge, And its honourable ones are famished, And its multitude dried up of thirst.

¹⁴Derfor vokser Dødsrigets Gridskhed, det spiler sit Gab uden Grænse; dets Stormænd styrter derned, dets larmende, lystige Slæng.

¹⁴Therefore hath Sheol enlarged herself, And hath opened her mouth without limit. And gone down hath its honour, and its multitude, And its noise, and its exulting one — into her.

¹⁵Mennesket bøjes, og Manden ydmyges, de stolte slår Øjnene ned;

¹⁵And bowed down is the low, and humbled the high, And the eyes of the haughty become low,

¹⁶men Hærskarers HERRE ophøjes ved Dommen, den hellige Gud bliver helliget ved Retfærd.

¹⁶And Jehovah of Hosts is high in judgment, And the Holy God sanctified in righteousness,

¹⁷Og der går Får på Græs, Geder afgnaver omkomnes Tomter.

¹⁷And fed have lambs according to their leading, And waste places of the fat ones Do sojourners consume.

¹⁸Ve dem, der trækker Straffen hid med Brødens Skagler og Syndebod hid som med Vognreb,

¹⁸Wo [to] those drawing out iniquity with cords of vanity, And as [with] thick ropes of the cart — sin.

¹⁹som siger: "Lad ham skynde sig, haste med sit Værk, så vi får det at se; lad Israels Helliges Råd dog komme snart, at vi kan kende det!"

¹⁹Who are saying, `Let Him hurry, Let Him hasten His work, that we may see, And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel Draw near and come, and we know.`

²⁰Ve dem, der kalder ondt for godt og godt for ondt, gør Mørke til Lys og Lys til Mørke, gør beskt til sødt og sødt til beskt!

²⁰Wo [to] those saying to evil `good,` And to good `evil,` Putting darkness for light, and light for darkness, Putting bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.

²¹Ve dem, der tykkes sig vise og er kloge i egne Tanker!

²¹Wo [to] the wise in their own eyes, And — before their own faces — intelligent!

²²Ve dem, der er Helte til at drikke Vin og vældige til at blande stærke Drikke,

²²Wo [to] the mighty to drink wine, And men of strength to mingle strong drink.

²³som for Gave giver den skyldige Ret og røver den skyldfri Retten, han har.

²³Declaring righteous the wicked for a bribe, And the righteousness of the righteous They turn aside from him.

²⁴Derfor, som Ildens Tunge æder Strå og Hø synker sammen i Luen, så skal deres Rod blive rådden, deres Blomst henvejres som Støv; thi om Hærskarers HERRERs Lov lod de hånt og ringeagted Israels Helliges Ord.

²⁴Therefore, as a tongue of fire devoureth stubble, And flaming hay falleth, Their root is as muck, And their flower as dust goeth up. Because they have rejected the law of Jehovah of Hosts, And the saying of the Holy One of Israel despised.

²⁵Så blusser da HERRENs Vrede mod hans Folk, og han udrækker Hånden imod det og slår det, så Bjergene skælver og Ligene ligger som Skarn på Gaden. Men trods alt har hans Vrede ej lagt sig, hans Hånd er fremdeles rakt ud.

²⁵Therefore hath the anger of Jehovah burned among His people, And He stretcheth out His hand against it, And smiteth it, and the mountains tremble, And their carcase is as filth in the midst of the out-places. With all this His anger did not turn back, And still His hand is stretched out!

²⁶For et Folk i det fjerne løfter han Banner og fløjter det hid fra Jordens Ende; og se, det kommer hastigt og let.

²⁶And He lifted up an ensign to nations afar off, And hissed to it from the end of the earth, And lo, with haste, swift it cometh.

²⁷Ingen iblandt dem er træt eller snubler, ingen blunder, og ingen sover; Bæltet om Lænden løsnes ikke, Skoens Rem springer ikke op;

²⁷There is none weary, nor stumbling in it, It doth not slumber, nor sleep, Nor opened hath been the girdle of its loins, Nor drawn away the latchet of its sandals.

²⁸hvæssede er dets Pile, alle dets Buer spændte; som Flint er Hestenes Hove, dets Vognhjul som Hvirvelvind.

²⁸Whose arrows [are] sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!

²⁹Det har et Brøl som en Løve, brøler som unge Løver, brummende griber det Byttet, bjærger det, ingen kan fri det.

²⁹Its roaring [is] like a lioness, It roareth like young lions, And it howleth, and seizeth prey, And carrieth away safely, and there is none delivering.

³⁰Men på hin Dag skal der bryde en Brummen løs imod det, som når Havet brummer; og skuer det ud over Jorden, se, da er der Trængselsmørke, Lyset slukkes af tykke Skyer.

³⁰And it howleth against it in that day as the howling of a sea, And it hath looked attentively to the land, And lo, darkness — distress, And light hath been darkened by its abundance!