< 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 doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! How is she become as a widow! She that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, How is she 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 weepeth bitterly in the night; tears are upon her cheeks; Among all her lovers she hath no comforter; All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they have become 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 goeth into exile, because of affliction and because of great servitude; She dwelleth among the nations, she findeth no rest; All her pursuers overtake her in 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 to Zion mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts; All her gates are desolate, her priests sigh, Her virgins wail, and she is in 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 the head; her enemies prosper; For Jehovah hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions; Her children are gone into captivity before 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.
From the daughter of Zion all her beauty is departed; Her princes are become like harts, that find no pasture; Without strength, they flee before the 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 remembereth, in the days of her affliction and of her oppression, All her pleasant things, which she had in the days of old, When her people fell into the hand of the enemy, and she had no helper; Her adversaries saw her, and mocked at her destruction.
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 hath grievously sinned; therefore is she become vile; All that honored her despise her, because they have seen her shame; She sigheth, and turneth 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 filthiness is upon her skirts; She thought not of her end, therefore is she brought down wonderfully; she hath no comforter. “Behold, O Jehovah, my affliction, for the enemy doth triumph!”
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 adversary spreadeth his hands over all her pleasant things; Yea, she seeth the nations enter into her sanctuary, Concerning whom thou didst command that they should not enter into her congregation.
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 sigh; they seek bread; They give their precious things for bread to sustain life. “Behold, O Jehovah, and consider, how I am become vile!”
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 ye that pass by? Behold, and see, if there be any sorrow like to my sorrow, which is brought upon me, With which Jehovah hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce 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 on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevailed against them: He hath spread a net for my feet; he hath turned me back; He hath made me desolate, faint all the 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.
“The yoke of my transgressions is fastened in his hand; they are twisted together; They are laid upon my neck; he hath made my strength to fall; The Lord hath delivered me into their hands, against whom I cannot stand.
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 hath trodden under foot all my mighty men in the midst of me; He hath called an assembly against me to crush my young men; The Lord hath trodden down the virgin, the daughter of Judah, as in a wine-vat.
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 things do I weep; mine eye runneth down with water; For far from me are they that should comfort me, that should restore my strength; My children have perished, because the enemy prevailed.”
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 spreadeth forth her hands, and there is none to comfort her; Jehovah hath given command against Jacob, that his adversaries should be round about him; Jerusalem is become an abhorrence 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.
“Righteous is Jehovah, for I have disobeyed his commandment; Hear, I pray you, all ye nations, and behold my sorrow! My virgins and my young men are 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 upon my lovers, but they have proved false to me; My priests and my elders have expired in the city, While they sought for food to sustain their lives.
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.
“Behold, O Jehovah, how I am distressed! my bowels boil, My heart turneth itself within me; for I have grievously rebelled. Abroad the sword bereaveth; at home, 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 hear how I sigh, yet none comforteth me; mine enemies have heard of my calamity; they rejoice that thou hast done it. O bring the day which thou hast appointed, that they shall be 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.
“Let all their wickedness come before thee, deal thou with them as thou hast dealt with me for all my transgressions! For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.”

< Klagesangene 1 >