Salme 79
1 Gud! Hedningerne have brudt ind i din Arv, de have besmittet dit hellige Tempel, de have gjort Jerusalem til Stenhobe.
A Psalm of Asaph. O God, the Gentiles have entered into your inheritance; they have polluted your holy temple. They have set Jerusalem as a place to tend fruit trees.
2 De have givet dine Tjeneres døde Kroppe hen som Føde til Fuglene under Himmelen, dine helliges Kød til de vilde Dyr i Landet.
They have placed the dead bodies of your servants as food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your saints for the beasts of the earth.
3 De have udøst deres Blod som Vand trindt omkring Jerusalem, og der var ingen, som begrov dem.
They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there was no one who would bury them.
4 Vi ere blevne vore Naboer til en Forsmædelse, dem, som ere trindt omkring os, til Spot og Haan.
We have become a disgrace to our neighbors, an object of ridicule and mockery to those who are around us.
5 Herre, hvor længe vil du være vred evindelig? skal din Nidkærhed brænde som en Ild?
How long, O Lord? Will you be angry until the end? Will your zeal be kindled like a fire?
6 Udøs din Harme over Hedningerne, som ikke kende dig, og over de Riger, som ikke paakalde dit Navn.
Pour out your wrath among the Gentiles, who have not known you, and upon the kingdoms that have not invoked your name.
7 Thi man har fortæret Jakob og ødelagt hans Bolig.
For they have devoured Jacob, and they have desolated his place.
8 Kom os ikke Forfædrenes Misgerninger i Hu; skynd dig, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os i Møde, thi vi ere blevne saare ringe.
Do not remember our iniquities of the past. May your mercies quickly intercept us, for we have become exceedingly poor.
9 Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud! for dit Navns Æres Skyld og fri os og forlad os vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld.
Help us, O God, our Savior. And free us, Lord, for the glory of your name. And forgive us our sins for the sake of your name.
10 Hvorfor skulle Hedningerne sige: Hvor er deres Gud? lad det kendes paa Hedningerne for vore Øjne, at dine Tjeneres Blod, som er udøst, bliver hævnet.
Let them not say among the Gentiles, “Where is their God?” And may your name become known among the nations before our eyes. For the retribution of your servants’ blood, which has been poured out:
11 Lad den bundnes Jamren komme for dit Ansigt; hold efter din Arms Vælde dem i Live, som ere Dødens Børn.
may the groans of the shackled enter before you. According to the greatness of your arm, take possession of the sons of those who have been killed.
12 Og betal vore Naboer syvfold i deres Barm deres Forsmædelse, hvormed de forhaanede dig, Herre!
And repay our neighbors sevenfold within their sinews. It is the reproach of the same ones who brought reproach against you, O Lord.
13 Men vi, dit Folk og din Græsgangs Hjord ville takke dig evindelig; fra Slægt til Slægt ville vi forkynde din Pris.
But we are your people and the sheep of your pasture: we will give thanks to you in all ages. From generation to generation, we will announce your praise.
