< 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.
How desolate sits the city of Jerusalem, once filled with people! She has become like a widow, she who was once great among the nations. The queen of all the world has become a slave-laborer.
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 cries bitterly through the night, tears rolling down her cheeks. Despite all her many lovers, no one comes to comfort her. Betrayed by all her friends, they are now her 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.
Judah has been dragged off into captivity, suffering miserably under brutal slavery; she lives among the nations but has no place of her own where she can rest. Those chasing her have brought her down and she cannot escape.
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.
Even the roads to Zion are in mourning because no one travels on them to go to the religious festivals. All her gates are empty. Her priests groan in sadness. Her girls are suffering. She herself is in bitter distress.
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.
Those who hated her now control her; her enemies enjoy life, because the Lord has made her suffer due to all her sins of rebellion. Her children have been taken away as prisoners of the enemy.
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.
All the glory has left the Daughter of Zion. Her leaders are like deer that can't find any grass to eat. They don't even have the strength to run away when the hunter comes after them!
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;
As she wanders around in her misery, Jerusalem thinks back to all the wonderful things she once had in the old days. When her enemies conquered her people, she didn't receive any help. Her enemies gloated over her, and laughed at her downfall.
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.
Jerusalem sinned terribly which is why she is now treated as someone unclean. Everyone who used to honor her now despise her, because they've seen her naked and ashamed. She herself groans as she turns away.
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 contaminates her skirts. She didn't think about what would happen. Her fall was a shock, and no one was there to comfort her. “Please, Lord, see how much I'm suffering, because the enemy has won!” she says.
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.
The invader has stolen all her treasures. She even had to watch as heathen nations went into her sanctuary, people you had forbidden to enter.
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 groan, looking for bread. They have spent what they value the most to buy food so they can stay alive. “Please, Lord, look and see what's happening to me,” she says. “It's as if I'm worthless!
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.
Don't you care anything about it, all you people passing by? Take a look and see! Is there any suffering as bad as mine, punished by the Lord when he became angry?
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.
He sent down fire from heaven that destroyed my bones. He spread out a net to catch my feet, tripping me over. He abandoned me, leaving me sick all day long.
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.
He took my rebellious sins and twisted them together into a yoke that he tied to my neck. He took away all my strength, and handed me over defenseless to my enemies.
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 brushed aside all my strong soldiers defending me. He called up an army to attack me, to crush my young men. The Lord has trampled down the virgin Daughter of Judah like grapes in a winepress.
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.
This is why I'm weeping, tears flowing from my eyes, because there's is no one here to comfort me, no one to make me feel better. There's nothing left for my children because the enemy has conquered us.”
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 holds out her hands in distress, but there's no one to comfort her. The Lord issued orders against Jacob, and his neighbors became his enemies. Jerusalem is to them something disgusting.
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.
“The Lord has done what's right, because I rebelled against his instructions. Listen, everyone everywhere; look at what I'm suffering. My young women and young men have been taken off 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 out for help to my lovers, but they betrayed me. My priests and elders starved to death in the city as they tried to find food to keep themselves alive.
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.
Can't you see, Lord, how upset I am? inside I am in turmoil; my heart is breaking because I've been so rebellious. Outside, the sword kills those I love; inside, it's like I'm living in the house of 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.
People hear me groaning, but no one comes to comfort me. All my enemies have heard about the bad things that have happened to me, and they're delighted that it was you who did it. Please bring about the day of judgment that you promised so they can end up like 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.
May you see all the evil things they've done! Treat them the same way as you've treated me as a result of all my rebellious sins, for I'm groaning all the time, and I'm sick at heart.”

< Klagesangene 1 >