Jeremias 20

 
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                                    1 Da præsten Pasjhur, Immers søn, der var overopsynsmand i HERRENs Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere således,                                

                                    1 When Pashhur the priest, the son of Immer, who was chief officer in the house of the Lord, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things,                                
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                                    2 slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENs Hus.                                

                                    2 Pashhur had Jeremiah the prophet beaten and put him in the stocks that were at the upper Benjamin Gate, which was by the house of the Lord.                                
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                                    3 Men da Pasjhur Dagen efter slap Jeremias ud af Blokken, sagde Jeremias til ham: HERREN kalder dig ikke Pasjhur, men: Trindt-om-er-Rædsel.                                

                                    3 On the next day, when Pashhur released Jeremiah from the stocks, Jeremiah said to him, “Pashhur is not the name the Lord has called you, but rather Magor-missabib.                                
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                                    4 Thi så siger HERREN: Se, jeg gør dig til Rædsel for dig selv og for alle dine Venner; de skal falde for deres Fjenders Sværd, og dine Øjne skal se det. Og hele Juda giver jeg i Babels Konges Hånd; han skal føre dem til Babel og hugge dem ned med Sværdet.                                

                                    4 For thus says the Lord, ‘Behold, I am going to make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends; and while your eyes look on, they will fall by the sword of their enemies. So I will give over all Judah to the hand of the king of Babylon, and he will carry them away as exiles to Babylon and will slay them with the sword.                                
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                                    5 Og jeg giver alt denne Bys Gods og al dens Velstand og alle dens koslelige Ting og alle Judas Kongers Skatte i deres fjenders Hånd; de skal rane dem og tage dem og føre dem til Babel.                                

                                    5 I will also give over all the wealth of this city, all its produce and all its costly things; even all the treasures of the kings of Judah I will give over to the hand of their enemies, and they will plunder them, take them away and bring them to Babylon.                                
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                                    6 Og du Pasjhur og alle, der bor i dit Hus, skal gå i Fangenskab. Du skal komme til Babel; der skal du dø, og der skal du jordes sammen med alle dine Venner, for hvem du har profeteret Løgn.                                

                                    6 And you, Pashhur, and all who live in your house will go into captivity; and you will enter Babylon, and there you will die and there you will be buried, you and all your friends to whom you have falsely prophesied.’”                                
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                                    7 Du overtalte mig, HERRE, og jeg lod mig overtale, du tvang mig med Magt.                                

                                    7 O Lord, You have deceived me and I was deceived;You have overcome me and prevailed.I have become a laughingstock all day long;Everyone mocks me.                                
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                                    8 Thi så tit jeg faler, må jeg skrige, råbe: "Vold og Overfald!" Thi HERRENs Ord er mig Dagen lang til Skændsel og Spot.                                

                                    8 For each time I speak, I cry aloud;I proclaim violence and destruction,Because for me the word of the Lord has resultedIn reproach and derision all day long.                                
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                                    9 Men tænkte jeg: "Ej vil jeg mindes ham, ej tale mer i hans Navn," da blev det som brændende Ild i mit indre, som brand i mine Ben; jeg er træt, jeg kan ikke mere, jeg evner det ej;                                

                                    9 But if I say, “I will not remember HimOr speak anymore in His name,”Then in my heart it becomes like a burning fireShut up in my bones;And I am weary of holding it in,And I cannot endure it.                                
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                                    10 thi jeg hører mange hviske, trindt om er Rædsel: "Angiv ham!" og: "Vi vil angive ham!" Alle mine Venner lurer på et Fejltrin af mig: "Måske går han i Fælden, så vi får ham i vor Magt, og da kan vi hævne os på ham!"                                

                                    10 For I have heard the whispering of many,“Terror on every side!Denounce him; yes, let us denounce him!”All my trusted friends,Watching for my fall, say:“Perhaps he will be deceived, so that we may prevail against himAnd take our revenge on him.”                                
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                                    11 Men HERREN er med mig som en vældig Helt; derfor skal de, som forfølger mig, snuble i Afmagt, højlig beskæmmes, thi Heldet svigter dem, få Skændsel, der aldrig glemmes.                                

                                    11 But the Lord is with me like a dread champion;Therefore my persecutors will stumble and not prevail.They will be utterly ashamed, because they have failed,With an everlasting disgrace that will not be forgotten.                                
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                                    12 Du Hærskarers HERRE, som prøver den retfærdige, gennemskuer Nyrer og Hjerte, lad mig skue din Hævn på dem, thi på dig har jeg væltet min Sag.                                

                                    12 Yet, O Lord of hosts, You who test the righteous,Who see the mind and the heart;Let me see Your vengeance on them;For to You I have set forth my cause.                                
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                                    13 Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Hånd.                                

                                    13 Sing to the Lord, praise the Lord!For He has delivered the soul of the needy oneFrom the hand of evildoers.                                
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                                    14 Forbandet være den Dag, på hvilken jeg fødtes; den Dag, min Moder fødte mig, skal ikke velsignes.                                

                                    14 Cursed be the day when I was born;Let the day not be blessed when my mother bore me!                                
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                                    15 Forbandet den Mand, som bragte min Fader det Bud: "Et Barn, en Dreng er født dig!" og glæded ham såre.                                

                                    15 Cursed be the man who brought the newsTo my father, saying,“A baby boy has been born to you!”And made him very happy.                                
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                                    16 Det gå den Mand som Byerne, HERREN omstyrted uden Medynk; han høre Skrig ved Gry, Kampråb ved Middagstide.                                

                                    16 But let that man be like the citiesWhich the Lord overthrew without relenting,And let him hear an outcry in the morningAnd a shout of alarm at noon;                                
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                                    17 At han ej lod mig dø i Moders Liv, så min Moder var blevet min Grav og hendes Moderliv evigt svangert!                                

                                    17 Because he did not kill me before birth,So that my mother would have been my grave,And her womb ever pregnant.                                
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                                    18 Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, når jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!. ﻿                                

                                    18 Why did I ever come forth from the wombTo look on trouble and sorrow,So that my days have been spent in shame?