1Gode mennesker går til grunde, uden at nogen griber ind. Retskafne rives bort før tiden, og ingen lægger mærke til det. Det er på grund af ondskaben, at de lider den skæbne.2Men de hviler i fred i deres grave, for de levede i lydighed mod Gud.3Herren siger: „Hør engang, I horeunger og hekseyngel!4Hvor tør I gøre nar af mig? I rækker tunge og laver grimasser. I er fulde af løgn og synd.5I kommer i ekstase ved jeres orgier i offerlundene. I slagter jeres egne børn, ofrer mennesker i dalene og i kløfter mellem klipperne.6I har valgt at dyrke guder af sten i stedet for mig, og I bringer dem drikofre og afgrødeofre. Skal jeg finde mig i det?7I udstiller åbenlyst jeres utroskab imod mig ved at ofre til afguderne på højene. Men også bag hjemmets vægge har I opstillet jeres afguder. I har vendt mig ryggen og overgivet jer til dem med hud og hår. I har prostitueret jer selv. I betaler til afguderne for at tilfredsstille jeres lyst med dem.9I ofrer parfume og vellugtende olier til Molok, mens I søger med lys og lygte efter nye afguder overalt—ja, selv blandt de døde.10I er udmattede af at søge, men I giver alligevel ikke op. Tanken om nye afguder giver jer styrke til at fortsætte.11Hvorfor er I mere bange for dem end for mig? Hvorfor er I utro mod mig og lever på en løgn? Hvorfor har I glemt mig? Er det, fordi jeg stiltiende har båret over med jer så længe?12Lad mig sige jer en ting: Jeres afgudsdyrkelse vil ikke gavne jer.13Når I råber om hjælp, så lad jeres guder redde jer! De er selv så hjælpeløse, at et vindstød kan vælte dem omkuld. Men den, der søger hjælp hos mig, skal få landet og mit hellige bjerg i eje.
Gud vil genoprette sit folk
14Jeg, Herren, siger: Ban vej! Ban vej for mit folk! Ryd sten og forhindringer af vejen, hvor mit folk skal gå.”15Den evige og højhellige Gud siger: „Jeg er hellig, jeg bor i det høje. Men jeg bor også hos mennesker med ydmyge og sønderknuste hjerter. Jeg trøster dem og heler deres brudte hjerter.16Jeg vil ikke blive ved at være vred på mit folk og anklage dem, for så ville de miste livsmodet og give op.17Jeg blev vred over deres grådighed og skjulte mig for dem, men de fremturede bare i deres synd og fortsatte med at gøre, som de ville.18Jeg har set deres elendighed og frafald, men nu vil jeg genoprette dem. Jeg vil trøste dem, der sørger over deres synd.19Jeg tilbyder fred til alle, både fjern og nær, for jeg vil føre mit folk hjem.20Men de gudløse, som forkaster mig, er som et oprørt hav, der ikke kan falde til ro, men skyller mudder og snavs op på stranden.”21De gudløse har ingen fred, siger min Gud.
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Israel’s Futile Idolatry
1The righteous man perishes, and no one lays it to heart; devout men are taken away, while no one understands. For the righteous man is taken away from calamity;2he enters into peace; they rest in their beds who walk in their uprightness.3But you, draw near, sons of the sorceress, offspring of the adulterer and the loose woman.4Whom are you mocking? Against whom do you open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue? Are you not children of transgression, the offspring of deceit,5you who burn with lust among the oaks,* under every green tree, who slaughter your children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks?6Among the smooth stones of the valley is your portion; they, they, are your lot; to them you have poured out a drink offering, you have brought a grain offering. Shall I relent for these things?7On a high and lofty mountain you have set your bed, and there you went up to offer sacrifice.8Behind the door and the doorpost you have set up your memorial; for, deserting me, you have uncovered your bed, you have gone up to it, you have made it wide; and you have made a covenant for yourself with them, you have loved their bed, you have looked on nakedness.*9You journeyed to the king with oil and multiplied your perfumes; you sent your envoys far off, and sent down even to Sheol.10You were wearied with the length of your way, but you did not say, “It is hopeless”; you found new life for your strength, and so you were not faint.*11Whom did you dread and fear, so that you lied, and did not remember me, did not lay it to heart? Have I not held my peace, even for a long time, and you do not fear me?12I will declare your righteousness and your deeds, but they will not profit you.13When you cry out, let your collection of idols deliver you! The wind will carry them all off, a breath will take them away. But he who takes refuge in me shall possess the land and shall inherit my holy mountain.
Comfort for the Contrite
14And it shall be said, “Build up, build up, prepare the way, remove every obstruction from my people’s way.”15For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite.16For I will not contend forever, nor will I always be angry; for the spirit would grow faint before me, and the breath of life that I made.17Because of the iniquity of his unjust gain I was angry, I struck him; I hid my face and was angry, but he went on backsliding in the way of his own heart.18I have seen his ways, but I will heal him; I will lead him and restore comfort to him and his mourners,19creating the fruit of the lips. Peace, peace, to the far and to the near,” says the Lord, “and I will heal him.20But the wicked are like the tossing sea; for it cannot be quiet, and its waters toss up mire and dirt.21There is no peace,” says my God, “for the wicked.”
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