Salme 79
1 En Salme af Asaf. Hedninger er trængt ind i din arvelod, Gud, de har besmittet dit hellige Tempel og gjort Jerusalem til en Stenhob;
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 har givet Himlens Fugle dine Tjeneres Lig til Æde, Jordens vilde Dyr dine frommes Kød;
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 deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
They have shed their blood as water, round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury [them].
4 vore Naboer er vi til Haan, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them [that are] round about us.
5 Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE — for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? shall your jealousy burn like fire?
6 Udøs din Vrede paa Folk, der ikke kender dig, paa Riger, som ikke paakalder 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 de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
For they have devoured Jacob, and laid his place waste.
8 Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er 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, fri os, forlad 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 skal Hedninger sige: »Hvor er deres Gud?« Lad dine Tjeneres udgydte Blod blive hævnet paa Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
Lets haply they should say amongst the heathen, Where is their God? and let the avenging of your servant's blood that has been shed be known amongst the heathen before our eyes.
11 Lad de fangnes Suk naa hen for dit Aasyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
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 lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Haanen, de viser dig, Herre!
Repay to our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, with which they have reproached you, O Lord.
13 Men vi, dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
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.
