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 for Asaph. O God, the heathen are come into your inheritance; they have polluted your holy temple; they have made Jerusalem a storehouse of fruits.
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 [to be] food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your holy ones for the wild beasts of the earth.
3 De have udøst deres Blod som Vand trindt omkring Jerusalem, og der var ingen, som begrov dem.
They have shed their blood as 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, O 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 upon the heathen that have not known you, and upon the kingdoms which have not called upon your name.
7 Thi man har fortæret Jakob og ødelagt hans Bolig.
For they have devoured Jacob, and laid his place waste.
8 Kom os ikke Forfædrenes Misgerninger i Hu; skynd dig, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os i Møde, thi vi ere blevne saare ringe.
Remember not our old transgressions; let your tender mercies speedily prevent us; for we are greatly impoverished.
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 Saviour; for the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us; and be merciful to 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.
Lets haply they should say among the heathen, Where is their God? and let the avenging of your servant's blood that has been shed be known among the heathen before our eyes.
11 Lad den bundnes Jamren komme for dit Ansigt; hold efter din Arms Vælde dem i Live, som ere Dødens Børn.
Let the groaning of the prisoners come in before you; according to the greatness of your arm preserve the sons of the slain ones.
12 Og betal vore Naboer syvfold i deres Barm deres Forsmædelse, hvormed de forhaanede dig, Herre!
Repay 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.
For we are your people and the sheep of your pasture; we will give you thanks for ever; we will declare your praise throughout all generations.
