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 of Asaph. O God, the heathen are come into Thine inheritance; they have defiled Thy holy temple; they have made Jerusalem into heaps.
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 food unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of Thy saints unto the beasts of the earth.
3 deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
They have shed their blood like water round about Jerusalem, with none to bury them.
4 vore Naboer er vi til Haan, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
We are become a taunt 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? How long will Thy jealousy burn like 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 know Thee not, and upon the kingdoms that call not upon Thy name.
7 thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his habitation.
8 Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er saare ringe,
Remember not against us the iniquities of our forefathers; let Thy compassions speedily come to meet us; for we are brought very low.
9 Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud, for dit Navns Æres Skyld, fri os, forlad vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld!
Help us, O God of our salvation, for the sake of the glory of Thy name; and deliver us, and forgive 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!
Wherefore should the nations say: 'Where is their God?' Let the avenging of Thy servants' blood that is shed be made known among the nations in our sight.
11 Lad de fangnes Suk naa hen for dit Aasyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
Let the groaning of the prisoner come before Thee; according to the greatness of Thy power set free those that are appointed to death;
12 lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Haanen, de viser dig, Herre!
And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their 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!
So we that are Thy people and the flock of Thy pasture will give Thee thanks for ever; we will tell of Thy praise to all generations.
