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. God, heathen nations have invaded your land. They have defiled your holy Temple. They have turned Jerusalem into heaps of rubble.
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 given the dead bodies of your servants as food to the birds of the air, the flesh of your faithful people to 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 the blood of Jerusalem's people like water all through the city; no one remains to bury the dead.
4 Vi ere blevne vore Naboer til en Forsmædelse, dem, som ere trindt omkring os, til Spot og Haan.
We have been made a mockery before our neighbors, ridiculed and laughed at by those around us.
5 Herre, hvor længe vil du være vred evindelig? skal din Nidkærhed brænde som en Ild?
How long, Lord? Will you be angry with us forever? Will your jealousy always burn like fire?
6 Udøs din Harme over Hedningerne, som ikke kende dig, og over de Riger, som ikke paakalde dit Navn.
Pour out your anger on the heathen nations that don't know you, and on those kingdoms that don't worship you!
7 Thi man har fortæret Jakob og ødelagt hans Bolig.
For they have destroyed the descendants of Jacob, and turned our country into a wasteland.
8 Kom os ikke Forfædrenes Misgerninger i Hu; skynd dig, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os i Møde, thi vi ere blevne saare ringe.
Don't hold the sins of our forefathers against us! Come to us quickly for we desperately need your compassion.
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, God of our salvation, because of your wonderful character! Save us and forgive us our sins because that's the kind of person you are!
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.
Why should the heathen nations be able to say, “Where is their God?” May they experience your punishment for shedding the blood of your servants, and may we see it.
11 Lad den bundnes Jamren komme for dit Ansigt; hold efter din Arms Vælde dem i Live, som ere Dødens Børn.
Listen to the groans of the prisoners; with your great power save those condemned to die.
12 Og betal vore Naboer syvfold i deres Barm deres Forsmædelse, hvormed de forhaanede dig, Herre!
Pay each of these neighbors back seven times for the scorn and ridicule they directed against you, Lord.
13 Men vi, dit Folk og din Græsgangs Hjord ville takke dig evindelig; fra Slægt til Slægt ville vi forkynde din Pris.
Then we your people, the flock of your pasture, will praise you forever. We will thank you for all generations to come.
