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 heathens are come into thy inheritance, they have defiled thy holy temple: they have made Jerusalem as a place to keep fruit.
2 de har givet Himlens Fugle dine Tjeneres Lig til Æde, Jordens vilde Dyr dine frommes Kød;
They have given the dead bodies of thy servants to be meat for the fowls of the air: the flesh of thy saints for the beasts of the earth.
3 deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
They have poured out 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, wilt thou be angry for ever: shall thy zeal be kindled like a fire?
6 Udøs din Vrede paa Folk, der ikke kender dig, paa Riger, som ikke paakalder dit Navn;
Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that have not known thee: and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.
7 thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
Because they have devoured Jacob; and have laid waste his place.
8 Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er saare ringe,
Remember not our former iniquities: let thy mercies speedily prevent us, for we are become exceeding poor.
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: and for the glory of thy name, O Lord, deliver us: and forgive us our sins for thy name’s sake:
10 Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: »Hvor er deres Gud?« Lad dine Tjeneres udgydte Blod blive hævnet paa Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
Lest they should say among the Gentiles: Where is their God? And let him be made known among the nations before our eyes, By the revenging the blood of thy servants, which hath been shed:
11 Lad de fangnes Suk naa hen for dit Aasyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
Let the sighing of the prisoners come in before thee. According to the greatness of thy arm, take possession of the children of them that have been put to death.
12 lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Haanen, de viser dig, Herre!
And render to our neighbours sevenfold in their bosom: the reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
13 Men vi, dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
But we thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks to thee for ever. We will shew forth thy praise, unto generation and generation.
