< Klagesangene 1 >
1 Hvor sidder hun ene, den By, saa folkerig før — mægtig blandt Folkene før, men nu som en Enke! Fyrstinden blandt Lande er nu sat til at trælle.
How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! [how] is she become as a widow! she that was great among the nations, [and] princess among the provinces, [how] is she become tributary!
2 Hun græder og græder om Natten med Taarer paa Kind; ingen af alle hendes Elskere bringer hende Trøst, alle Vennerne sveg og blev hendes Fjender.
She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.
3 Af Trang og tyngende Trældom udvandred Juda; blandt Folkene sidder hun nu og finder ej Ro, alle Forfølgerne naaede hende midt i Trængslerne.
Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude; she dwelleth among the heathen, she findeth no rest: all her persecutors overtook her within the straits.
4 Vejene til Zion sørger, uden Højtidsgæster, alle hendes Porte er øde, Præsterne sukker, hendes Jomfruer knuges af Kvide, hun selv er i Vaande.
The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn assembly; all her gates are desolate, her priests do sigh: her virgins are afflicted, and she herself is in bitterness.
5 Hendes Avindsmænd er Herrer, hendes Fjender trygge, thi Kvide fik hun af HERREN for Mængden af Synder, hendes Børn drog bort som Fanger for Fjendens Aasyn.
Her adversaries are become the head, her enemies prosper; for the LORD hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her young children are gone into captivity before the adversary.
6 Og bort fra Zions Datter drog al hendes Pragt; som Hjorte, der ej finder Græsning, blev hendes Fyrster, de vandrede kraftløse bort for Forfølgernes Aasyn.
And from the daughter of Zion all her majesty is departed: her princes are become like harts that find no pasture, and they are gone without strength before the pursuer.
7 Jerusalem mindes den Tid, hun blev arm og husvild, (alle sine kostelige Ting fra fordums Dage), i Fjendehaand faldt hendes Folk, og ingen hjalp, Fjender saa til og lo, fordi hun gik under.
Jerusalem remembereth in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that were from the days of old: when her people fell into the hand of the adversary, and none did help her, the adversaries saw her, they did mock at her desolations.
8 Jerusalem syndede svart, blev derfor til Afsky; hun foragtes af alle sine Beundrere, de saa hendes Blusel, derfor sukker hun dybt og vender sig bort.
Jerusalem hath grievously sinned; therefore she is become as an unclean thing: all that honoured her despise her, because they have seen her nakedness: yea, she sigheth, and turneth backward.
9 Hendes Urenhed pletter hendes Slæb, hun betænkte ej Enden; hun sank forfærdende dybt, og ingen trøster. Se min Elendighed, HERRE, thi Fjenden hoverer.
Her filthiness was in her skirts; she remembered not her latter end; therefore is she come down wonderfully; she hath no comforter: behold, O LORD, my affliction; for the enemy hath magnified himself.
10 Avindsmænd bredte deres Haand over alle hendes Skatte, ja, ind i sin Helligdom saa hun Hedninger komme, hvem du havde nægtet Adgang til din Forsamling.
The adversary hath spread out his hand upon all her pleasant things: for she hath seen that the heathen are entered into her sanctuary, concerning whom thou didst command that they should not enter into thy congregation.
11 Alt hendes Folk maatte sukke, søgende Brød; de gav deres Skatte for Mad for at friste Livet. HERRE, se til og giv Agt paa, hvorledes jeg haanes!
All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to refresh the soul: see, O LORD, and behold; for I am become vile.
12 Alle, som vandrer forbi, giv Agt og se, om det gives en Smerte som den, der er tilføjet mig, hvem HERREN voldte Harm paa sin glødende Vredes Dag.
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
13 Fra det høje sendte han Ild, der for ned i mine Ben; han spændte et Net for min Fod, han drev mig tilbage, han gjorde mig øde, syg baade Dag og Nat.
From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back; he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
14 Der vogtedes paa mine Synder, i hans Haand blev de flettet, de kom som et Aag om min Hals, han brød min Kraft; Herren gav mig dem i Vold, som er mig for stærke.
The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; they are knit together, they are come up upon my neck; he hath made my strength to fail: the Lord hath delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
15 Herren forkasted de vældige udi min Midte, han indbød til Fest paa mig for at knuse mine unge, traadte Persen til Dom over Jomfruen, Judas Datter.
The Lord hath set at nought all my mighty men in the midst of me; he hath called a solemn assembly against me to crush my young men: the Lord hath trodden as in a winepress the virgin daughter of Judah.
16 Derover græder mit Øje, det strømmer med Taarer, thi langt har jeg til en Trøster, som kvæger min Sjæl; mine Børn er fortabt, thi Fjenden er blevet for stærk.
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
17 Zion udrækker Hænderne, ingen trøster; mod Jakob opbød HERREN hans Fjender omkring ham; imellem dem er Jerusalem blevet til Afsky.
Zion spreadeth forth her hands; there is none to comfort her; the LORD hath commanded concerning Jacob, that they that are round about him should be his adversaries: Jerusalem is among them as an unclean thing.
18 HERREN, han er retfærdig, jeg modstod hans Mund. Hør dog, alle I Folkeslag, se min Smerte! Mine Jomfruer og unge Mænd drog bort som Fanger.
The LORD is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment: hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and behold my sorrow: my virgins and my young men are gone into captivity.
19 Mine Elskere kaldte jeg ad — de svigtede mig; mine Præster og Ældste opgav Aanden i Byen, thi Føde søgte de efter, men intet fandt de.
I called for my lovers, [but] they deceived me: my priests and mine elders gave up the ghost in the city, while they sought them meat to refresh their souls.
20 Se, HERRE, hvor jeg er i Vaande, mit Indre i Glød, mit Hjerte er knust i mit Bryst, thi jeg var genstridig; ude mejede Sværdet og inde Døden.
Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress; my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
21 Hør, hvor jeg sukker, ingen bringer mig Trøst. De hørte min Ulykke, glæded sig, da du greb ind. Lad komme den Dag, du loved, dem gaa det som mig!
They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast proclaimed, and they shall be like unto me.
22 Læg al deres Ondskab for dig og gør med dem, som du gjorde med mig til Straf for al min Synd! Thi mange er mine Suk, mit Hjerte er sygt.
Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.