Babels-Taarnet

 

Paa Sletten ved Euphrat i Asialand,

Hvor nu kun boer Tiger og Løve,

Der Kæmperne fordum med Dværge-Forstand

Sig flokked for Konster at prøve;

Men Vorherre, Han var deres Mester.

 

De sagde: hvad aldrig Man hørde tilforn,

Og Ingen skal giøre os efter,

Af Tegl lad os bygge til Himlen et Taarn,

Et Mærke paa Menneske-Kræfter!

Men Vorherre, Han var deres Mester.

 

Og lad os om Taarnet saa bygge en By,

Der rummer os alle tilhobe,

Om Floden da gaaer over Bjerge paany,

En Dyst vi paa Sletten tør vove!

Men Vorherre, Han var deres Mester.

 

Saa ælted de Leer og saa brændte de Tegl,

Og Lim kogde ret de med Gammen,

De tænkte, det kunde nu aldrig slaae feil,

Det hængde jo ypperlig sammen.

Men Vorherre, Han var deres Mester.

 

Da havde end Alle det deiligste Sprog,

En Levning fra Paradis-Dage,

Det Mennesket gjorde paa Verden fuldklog,

Og spared ham megen Umage.

Men Vorherre, Han var deres Mester.

 

Da sagde vor Herre: nei hold! ikke saa!

Forvirre lad Os deres Tale!

Da kunde ei meer de hinanden forstaae

End Heste kan Haner, som gale.

For Vorherre, Han er deres Mester.

 

Kun Babel, Forvirring, kom Alle ihu,

De skyldte hverandre for Skaden,

Og Babel blev Navnet, og er saa endnu,

Paa Taarnet saavelsom paa Staden.

For Vorherre, Han var deres Mester.

 

Nu hver sine Veie med Nag og med Sorg

Udvandred, som Lige med Lige,

Kun Nimrod af Taarnet sig laved en Borg

Og stifted det Babelske Rige.

For Vorherre, Han var deres Mester.

 

Saatit sig de Kloge nu flokke i By,

Og taarne sig op imod Himlen,

Da skaber Vorherre et Babel paany,

Som Avner adspreder han Vrimlen;

For Vorherre, Han er deres Mester!

 

 

The Tower of Babel

 

Beside the Euphrates in far Asian climes,

Where now live but tiger and lion,

Thronged dwarf-minded giants in pre-ancient times

To try out their skills strong as iron;

But the Lord God was ever their Master.

 

They said: What has never been heard of before,

And no one will emulate ever,

Of bricks let us build to the heavens a tower,

A landmark of human endeavour!

But the Lord God was ever their Master. 

 

A city around it then let us build too, 

So great that we’ll all be contained there,

Should hills be submerged by the river anew,

We’ll dare to cross swords on the plains there!

But the Lord God was ever their Master.

 

The clay was then kneaded, the bricks were all fired,

And glue was then boiled with elation,

They thought, it can’t fail for our plan is inspired,

It’s worthy of all admiration. 

Yet the Lord God was ever their Master. 

 

A language most wonderful all of them prized,

A relic of Eden’s past glory,

Which made all mankind here on earth fully wise,

And saved it much trouble and worry.

But the Lord God was ever their Master.

 

Then God said: I’ll have to! It’s for their own good!

Their speech all awry let’s be throwing!

And no more each other they then understood

Than horses can cocks when they’re crowing.

For the Lord God is ever their Master.

 

And Babel, confusion, was all they could say,

Each other they blamed, more’s the pity,

The name given, Babel, is there to this day –

The tower as well as the city.

For the Lord God was ever their Master. 

 

And each went his way then, both grieving and dour,

Though equal, yet different they sounded

Just Nimrod a castle made out of the tower

And Babylon’s kingdom he founded.

For the Lord God was ever their Master. 

 

Whenever the wise men now flock to the town,

And form a great tower t’ward the heavens,

God makes a new Babel and blows them all down

Like chaff they’re at sixes and sevens; 

For the Lord God is ever their Master!