Klagesangene 1
1 Hvorledes sidder hun saa enlig, den Stad, som havde meget Folk, den er bleven som en Enke! den, som var saa stor iblandt Hedningerne, en Fyrstinde iblandt Landskaberne, er bleven skatskyldig.
[ALEPH-BET] How she has sat alone, The city abounding with people! She has been as a widow, The mighty among nations! Princes among provinces, She has become tributary!
2 Hun græder svart om Natten, og hendes Taarer løbe over hendes Kinder; der er ingen, som trøster hende af alle dem, som elskede hende, alle hendes Venner ere troløse imod hende, de ere blevne hendes Fjender.
She weeps severely in the night, And her tear [is] on her cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.
3 Juda er vandret ud for Elendigheds og for svar Trældoms Skyld; hun bor iblandt Hedningerne, hun finder ikke Ro; alle hendes Forfølgere naa hende midt i Trængslerne.
Removed has Judah because of affliction, And because of the abundance of her service; She has dwelt among nations, She has not found rest, All her pursuers have overtaken her between the straits.
4 Zions Veje sørge, fordi ingen kommer til Festforsamling, alle dens Porte ere øde, dens Præster sukke, dens Jomfruer ere bedrøvede, og for deri selv er det bittert.
The ways of Zion are mourning, Without any coming at the appointed time, All her gates are desolate, her priests sigh, Her virgins are afflicted—and she has bitterness.
5 Hendes Modstandere ere voksede hende over Hovedet, hendes Fjender ere trygge; thi Herren har bedrøvet hende for hendes mange Overtrædelsers Skyld; hendes spæde Børn ere dragne i Fangenskab for Modstanderens Ansigt.
Her adversaries have become chief, Her enemies have been at ease, For YHWH has afflicted her, For the abundance of her transgressions, Her infants have gone captive before the adversary.
6 Og fra Zions Datter er al hendes Prydelse gaaet bort; hendes Fyrster ere blevne ligesom Hjorte, der ikke finde Føde, og de gik kraftesløse for Forfølgerens Ansigt.
And all her honor goes out from the daughter of Zion, Her princes have been as harts—They have not found pasture, And they go powerless before a pursuer.
7 Jerusalem ihukommer i sin Elendigheds og sin Landflygtigheds Dage alle sine Herligheder, som den havde i gamle Dage, idet dens Folk nu er faldet i Fjendens Haand, og der er ingen, som hjælper den; Fjenderne saa den, de spottede over, at den ikke er mere;
Jerusalem has remembered [In] the days of her affliction and her mournings, all her desirable things that were from the days of old, In the falling of her people into the hand of an adversary, And she has no helper; Adversaries have seen her, They have laughed at her cessation.
8 Jerusalem har syndet svarlig, derfor er den bleven til Væmmelse; alle, som ærede den, ringeagte den, thi de saa dens Nøgenhed; selv sukker den og vender sig bort.
A sin has Jerusalem sinned, Therefore she has become impure, All who honored her have esteemed her lightly, For they have seen her nakedness, Indeed, she herself has sighed and turns backward.
9 Hendes Slæb er besmittet, hun tænkte ikke paa sin Fremtid, og hun er nedstyrtet paa vidunderlig Maade, der er ingen, som trøster hende. Herre! se min Elendighed, thi Fjenden har gjort sig stor.
Her uncleanness [is] in her skirts, She has not remembered her latter end, And she comes down wonderfully, There is no comforter for her. See, O YHWH, my affliction, For an enemy has exerted himself.
10 Fjender udstrakte deres Haand efter alle hendes Herligheder; thi hun saa, at Hedninger kom ind i hendes Helligdom, om hvilke du havde befalet, at de ikke skulde komme i din Menighed.
His hand has spread out an adversary On all her desirable things, For she has seen—Nations have entered her sanctuary, Concerning which You commanded, “They do not come into the assembly to you.”
11 Hele hendes Folk sukker og søger efter Brød, de give deres Herligheder hen for Mad til at vederkvæge deres Sjæl; se, Herre! og sku, at jeg er bleven ringe.
All her people are sighing—seeking bread, They have given their desirable things For food to refresh the body; See, O YHWH, and behold attentively, For I have been lightly esteemed.
12 Det rører ikke eder, alle I, som gaa forbi ad Vejen. Skuer og ser, om der er en Smerte som min Smerte, der mig er vederfaren; thi Herren har bedrøvet mig paa sin brændende Vredes Dag.
[Is it] nothing to you, all you passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom YHWH has afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
13 Han sendte en Ild fra det høje i mine Ben, og den herskede der; han udspændte et Garn for mine Fødder, kastede mig tilbage, han gjorde mig øde og svag den ganske Dag.
From above He has sent fire into my bone, And it subdues it, He has spread a net for my feet, He has turned me backward, He has made me desolate—all the day sick.
14 Mine Overtrædelsers Aag er knyttet ved hans Haand, de sammenslynge sig, de ere gaaede op over min Hals, han lod min Kraft bukke under; Herren har givet mig i deres Hænder, for hvilke jeg ikke kan rejse mig.
Bound has been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He has caused my power to stumble, The Lord has given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
15 Herren forkastede alle mine vældige i min Midte, han sammenkaldte en Forsamling imod mig til at knuse mit unge Mandskab; Herren traadte Vinpersen for Jomfruen, Judas Datter.
The Lord has trodden down all my mighty ones in my midst, He proclaimed an appointed time against me, To destroy my young men, The Lord has trodden a winepress, To the virgin daughter of Judah.
16 Over disse Ting græder jeg, mit Øje, mit Øje strømmer med Vand; thi Trøsteren, som skulde, vederkvæge nyn Sjæl, er langt fra mig; mine Børn ere ødelagte, thi Fjenden fik Overhaand.
For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For a comforter has been far from me, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty has been an enemy.
17 Zion udstrækker sine Hænder, der er ingen, som trøster hende; Herren har givet Befaling imod Jakob til hans Fjender trindt omkring ham; Jerusalem er bleven til Væmmelse imellem dem.
Zion has spread forth her hands, There is no comforter for her, YHWH has charged concerning Jacob, His neighbors [are] his adversaries, Jerusalem has become impure among them.
18 Herren, han er retfærdig; thi jeg var genstridig imod hans Mund; hører dog, alle Folk! og ser min Smerte, mine Jomfruer og mine unge Karle ere vandrede i Fangenskab.
YHWH is righteous, For I have provoked His mouth. Now hear, all you peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men have gone into captivity.
19 Jeg raabte paa mine Elskere, de bedroge mig; mine Præster og mine Ældste opgave Aanden i Staden; thi de søgte sig Brød, at de kunde vederkvæge deres Sjæl.
I called for my lovers, they have deceived me, My priests and my elderly have expired in the city; When they have sought food for themselves, Then they give back their soul.
20 Se til, Herre! thi jeg har Angest, mine Indvolde ere oprørte, mit Hjerte har vendt sig inden i mig; thi jeg har været meget genstridig; udenfor har Sværdet gjort mig barnløs, i Huset har det været ret som Døden.
See, O YHWH, for distress [is] to me, My bowels have been troubled, My heart has been turned in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From outside the sword has bereaved, In the house [it is] as death.
21 De hørte, at jeg sukkede, jeg havde dog ingen Trøster; alle mine Fjender hørte min Ulykke, de glædede sig; thi du har gjort det; men du lader en Dag komme, som du kalder frem, da skulle de være ligesom jeg.
They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that You have done [it], You have brought in the day You have called, And they are like to me.
22 Lad al deres Ondskab komme for dit Ansigt, og handl med dem, som du handlede med mig for alle mine Overtrædelsers Skyld; thi mine Sukke ere mange, og mit Hjerte er afmægtigt.
All their evil comes in before You, And one is doing to them as You have done to me, For all my transgressions, For many [are] my sighs, and my heart [is] sick!
