Salme 79
1 Gud! Hedningerne have brudt ind i din Arv, de have besmittet dit hellige Tempel, de have gjort Jerusalem til Stenhobe.
O God, the heathen are come into your inheritance; your holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
2 De have givet dine Tjeneres døde Kroppe hen som Føde til Fuglene under Himmelen, dine helliges Kød til de vilde Dyr i Landet.
The dead bodies of your servants have they given to be meat to the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of your saints to the beasts of the earth.
3 De have udøst deres Blod som Vand trindt omkring Jerusalem, og der var ingen, som begrov dem.
Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them.
4 Vi ere blevne vore Naboer til en Forsmædelse, dem, som ere trindt omkring os, til Spot og Haan.
We are become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.
5 Herre, hvor længe vil du være vred evindelig? skal din Nidkærhed brænde som en Ild?
How long, LORD? will you be angry for ever? shall your jealousy 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 wrath on the heathen that have not known you, and on the kingdoms that have not called on your name.
7 Thi man har fortæret Jakob og ødelagt hans Bolig.
For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place.
8 Kom os ikke Forfædrenes Misgerninger i Hu; skynd dig, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os i Møde, thi vi ere blevne saare ringe.
O remember not against us former iniquities: let your tender mercies speedily prevent us: for we are brought very low.
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 of our salvation, for the glory of your name: and deliver us, and purge away our sins, for your name’s sake.
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 say, Where is their God? let him be known among the heathen in our sight by the revenging of the blood of your servants which is shed.
11 Lad den bundnes Jamren komme for dit Ansigt; hold efter din Arms Vælde dem i Live, som ere Dødens Børn.
Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you; according to the greatness of your power preserve you those that are appointed to die;
12 Og betal vore Naboer syvfold i deres Barm deres Forsmædelse, hvormed de forhaanede dig, Herre!
And render to our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, with which they have reproached 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.
So we your people and sheep of your pasture will give you thanks for ever: we will show forth your praise to all generations.
