Hvem er det som kommer fra Edom, med blodrøde klær fra Bosra, han med den praktfulle kledningen, som går med stolthet i sin store styrke? Det er jeg som taler i rettferdighet, mektig til frelse.

Who is this who comes from Edom, with blood-red robes from Bozrah? he whose clothing is fair, stepping with pride in his great strength? I whose glory is in the right, strong for salvation.

Hvorfor er klærne dine røde, og hvorfor er kappen din som en som tråkker vinpressen?

Why is your clothing red, and why are your robes like those of one who is crushing the grapes?

Jeg har tråkket vinpressen alene, og av folkene var det ingen med meg: i min vrede og i min harme ble de tråkket ned under mine føtter; og kappene mine er flekket med blodet deres, og hele klærne mine er røde.

I have been crushing the grapes by myself, and of the peoples there was no man with me: in my wrath and in my passion, they were crushed under my feet; and my robes are marked with their life-blood, and all my clothing is red.

For hjertet mitt sier at hevnens dag er kommet, og året for å gjengjelde mitt folk er her.

For the day of punishment is in my heart, and the year for the payment of the price for my people has come.

Og jeg så at det ikke var noen som hjalp, og jeg undret meg over at ingen ga dem støtte: så min egen arm ga meg frelse, og min harme var min støtte.

And I saw that there was no helper, and I was wondering that no one gave them support: so my arm did the work of salvation, and my wrath was my support.

Og i min harme ble folkene tråkket ned under mine føtter, og knust i min vrede, og jeg kastet deres styrke til jorden.

And in my passion the peoples were crushed under my feet, and broken in my wrath, and I put down their strength to the earth.

Jeg vil forkynne Herrens nådegjerninger, hans store handlinger, alt det Herren har gjort for oss, i sin store godhet mot Israels hus; alt det han har gjort for oss i sin uendelige barmhjertighet.

I will give news of the mercies of the Lord, and his great acts, even all the things the Lord has done for us, in his great grace to the house of Israel; even all he has done for us in his unnumbered mercies.

For han sa: Sannelig er de mitt folk, barn som ikke vil være falske: så han ble deres frelser fra all deres nød.

For he said, Truly they are my people, children who will not be false: so he was their saviour out of all their trouble.

Det var ingen utsendt eller engel, men han selv som var deres frelser: av kjærlighet og medynk var han deres talsmann, og han bar dem i armene sine, tok vare på dem gjennom alle årene.

It was no sent one or angel, but he himself who was their saviour: in his love and in his pity he took up their cause, and he took them in his arms, caring for them all through the years.

Men de gikk imot ham, forårsaket sorg for hans hellige ånd: derfor vendte han seg imot dem og førte krig mot dem.

But they went against him, causing grief to his holy spirit: so he was turned against them, and made war on them.

Da mintes de de gamle dager, dagene da Moses var hans tjener: og de sa, Hvor er han som førte sin hjord opp fra havet? Hvor er han som ga sin hellige ånd blant dem,

Then the early days came to their minds, the days of Moses his servant: and they said, Where is he who made the keeper of his flock come up from the sea? where is he who put his holy spirit among them,

Han som gjorde sin herlighets arm gå ved Moses' høyre hånd, ved hvem vannene ble skilt foran dem, for å gjøre seg et evig navn;

He who made the arm of his glory go at the right hand of Moses, by whom the waters were parted before them, to make himself an eternal name;

Han som lot dem gå gjennom de dype vannene, som en hest i ødemarken?

He who made them go through the deep waters, like a horse in the waste land?

Som kveg som går ned i dalen, gikk de uten å falle, Herrens ånd førte dem: slik gikk du foran ditt folk, for å gjøre deg selv et stort navn.

Like the cattle which go down into the valley, they went without falling, the spirit of the Lord guiding them: so you went before your people, to make yourself a great name.

La dine øyne se ned fra himmelen, fra ditt hellige og vakre hus: hvor er din dype følelse, din krafts verk? hold ikke tilbake din medlidenhet og dine barmhjertigheter:

Let your eyes be looking down from heaven, from your holy and beautiful house: where is your deep feeling, the working of your power? do not keep back the moving of your pity and your mercies:

For du er vår far, selv om Abraham ikke kjenner oss, og Israel ikke bryr seg om oss: du, Herre, er vår far; fra de eldste dager har du tatt vår sak.

For you are our father, though Abraham has no knowledge of us, and Israel gives no thought to us: you, O Lord, are our father; from the earliest days you have taken up our cause.

Herre, hvorfor sender du oss bort fra dine veier, gjør våre hjerter harde, så vi ikke frykter deg? Vend tilbake, for dine tjeneres skyld, ellerke for din arv.

O Lord, why do you send us wandering from your ways, making our hearts hard, so that we have no fear of you? Come back, because of your servants, the tribes of your heritage.

Hvorfor har onde mennesker gått over ditt hellige sted, så det har blitt trampet under foten av våre fiender?

Why have evil men gone over your holy place, so that it has been crushed under the feet of our haters?

Vi er blitt som de som aldri ble hersket over av deg, de på hvem ditt navn ikke var nevnt.

We have become as those who were never ruled by you, on whom your name was not named.