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;
God, the nations have come into your inheritance. They have defiled your holy temple. They have laid Jerusalem [City of peace] in 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 your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your saints to the animals of the earth.
3 deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
Their blood they have shed like water around Jerusalem [City of peace]. And there was no one to bury them.
4 vore Naboer er vi til Haan, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and derision to those who are around us.
5 Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE — for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
How long, Adonai? Will you be angry forever? Will 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 on the nations that don’t know you; on the kingdoms that don’t call on your name;
7 thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
For they have devoured Jacob [Supplanter], and destroyed his homeland.
8 Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er saare ringe,
Don’t hold the depravities (moral evils) of our forefathers against us. Let your tender rachamim ·merciful loves· speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need.
9 Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud, for dit Navns Æres Skyld, fri os, forlad vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld!
Help us, God of our yesha' ·salvation·, for the kavod ·weighty glory· of your name. Deliver us, and forgive our habitual sins ·missing the marks·, 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!
Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants’ blood is being poured out.
11 Lad de fangnes Suk naa hen for dit Aasyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you. According to the greatness of your power, preserve those who are sentenced to death.
12 lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Haanen, de viser dig, Herre!
Pay back to our neighbors seven times into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached you, 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, your people and sheep of your pasture, will yadah ·extend hands in thankful praise· to you forever. We will tehilah ·praise song· you forever, to all generations.
