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 is seated alone, the city that abounded with people, hath become as a widow, —She who abounded among the nations was a princess among provinces, hath come under tribute.
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 sore, in the night, and, her tear, is on her cheek, She hath none to comfort her, of all her lovers, —All her friends, have betrayed her, have become her foes.
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.
Carried away captive is Judah—because of oppression, and because of great servitude, She, hath remained among the nations, hath found no place of rest, —All her pursuers, have overtaken her, between 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, are mourning, because none come to her appointed feasts, All her gates, are desolate, her priests, are sighing, —her virgins, are grieved, and, she, it is bitter for her.
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 foes, are at ease, for, Yahweh, hath grieved her, because of the multitude of her transgressions, —Her children, have gone into captivity, 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.
Thus hath gone forth from the daughter of Zion, all that adorned her, —Her princes have become like harts that have found no pasture, and have gone strengthless 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 hath remembered in the days of her humiliation and her fleeings—all her precious things, which have existed from the days of old, —Now that her people have been falling into the hand of the adversary, with none to help her, the adversaries have seen her, have mocked over her sabbath-keepings.
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, For this cause, unto exile, hath she been delivered, —All who used to honour her, have despised her, for they have descried her unseemliness, yea, she herself, hath sighed, and turned back.
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 impurity, is in her skirts, She hath not remembered her hereafter, Therefore hath she come down wonderfully, none to comfort her, —Behold, O Yahweh, my humiliation, that the foe, hath made himself great.
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, hath the adversary spread out, over all her precious things, —for she saw that, the nations, entered her sanctuary, as to whom thou didst command they should not enter—in the convocation—unto thee!
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 precious things for food, to bring back life, —Behold, O Yahweh, and discern, that I have become 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.
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Look around and see, whether there is pain like my pain, which is severely dealt out to me, —in that Yahweh, hath caused grief, in the day of the glow 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 on high, sent he fire, among my bones, and laid them prostrate, —He spread out a net for my feet, he made me turn back, he made me desolate, all the day, faint.
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, hath been bound, by his hand—They have intertwined themselves, have come up on my neck, it hath paralysed my strength, —My Lord, hath delivered me, into the hands of those against whom I cannot rise up.
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.
My Lord, hath flouted at all my magnates, in my midst, He hath called against me a host, to crush my young men, —A winepress, hath My Lord trodden, to the virgin, the 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 things, am, I, weeping, Mine eye, mine eye, is running down with waters, for, far from me, is any who could comfort, could bring back my life, —My sons are amazed, for strong is the foe.
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, hath spread forth, her hands, there is none to comfort her, Yahweh, hath given command, respecting Jacob, unto them who surround him—his adversaries, —Jerusalem, hath become as a removed woman, in their midst.
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 Yahweh, for, against his bidding, had I rebelled, —Hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men, have gone into exile.
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 to my lovers, they, deceived me, My priests and mine elders, in the city, have breathed their last, —for they sought them food, that they might bring back their life.
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 Yahweh, that I am in distress, Mine inward parts, are in ferment, My heart is turned within me, for I have obstinately rebelled, —Without, bereaveth the sword, Within, is like 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, sighing am, I, [and am saying] —There is none to comfort me, All my foes, —having heard of my calamity—have rejoiced, because, thou, hast done it, —thou hast brought in the day thou didst proclaim, So let them become 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 in, before thee, and deal thou severely with them, according as thou hast dealt severely with me, for all my transgressions; for many are my sighs, and, my heart, is sick.
