Klagesangene 2
1 Hvor har dog Herren i Vrede lagt mulm over Zion, slængt Israels herlighed ned fra Himmel til Jord og glemt sine Fødders Skammel på sin Vredes Dag.
[ALEPH-BET] How the Lord clouds in His anger the daughter of Zion, He has cast from the heavens [to] earth the beauty of Israel, And has not remembered His footstool in the day of His anger.
2 Herren har skånselsløst opslugt hver Bolig i Jakob, han nedbrød i Vrede Judas Datters Borge, slog dem til Jorden, skændede Rige og Fyrster,
The Lord has swallowed up, He has not pitied any of the pleasant places of Jacob, He has broken down in His wrath The fortresses of the daughter of Judah, He has caused to come to the earth, He defiled the kingdom and its princes.
3 afhugged i glødende Vrede hvert Horn i Israel; sin højre drog han tilbage for Fjendens Åsyn og brændte i Jakob som en Lue, der åd overalt.
He has cut off in the heat of anger every horn of Israel, He has turned backward His right hand From the face of the enemy, And He burns against Jacob as a flaming fire, It has devoured all around.
4 På Fjendevis spændte han Buen, stod som en Uven; han dræbte al Øjnenes Lyst i Zions Datters Telt, udgød sin Vrede som Ild.
He has bent His bow as an enemy, His right hand has stood as an adversary, And He slays all the desirable ones of the eye, In the tent of the daughter of Zion, He has poured out as fire His fury.
5 Herren har vist sig som Fjende, opslugt Israel, opslugt alle Paladser, lagt Borgene øde, ophobet Jammer på Jammer i Judas Datter.
The Lord has been as an enemy, He has swallowed up Israel, He has swallowed up all her palaces, He has destroyed His fortresses, And He multiplies in the daughter of Judah Mourning and moaning.
6 Han nedrev sin Hytte, lagde sit Feststed øde, HERREN lod Fest og Sabbat gå ad Glemme i Zion, bortstødte i heftig Vrede Konge og Præst.
And He shakes as a garden His dwelling place, He has destroyed His appointed place, YHWH has forgotten in Zion the appointed time and Sabbath, And despises, in the indignation of His anger, king and priest.
7 Herren forkasted sit Alter, brød med sin Helligdom, hengav i Fjendens Hånd dets Paladsers Mure; man skreg i HERRENs Hus som på Festens Dag.
The Lord has cast off His altar, He has rejected His sanctuary, He has shut up into the hand of the enemy The walls of her palaces, A noise they have made in the house of YHWH Like a day of appointment.
8 HERREN fik i Sinde at ødelægge Zions Datters Mur, han udspændte Snoren, holdt ikke sin Hånd fra Fordærv, lod Vold og Mur få Sorg, de vansmægted sammen.
YHWH has devised to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion, He has stretched out a line, He has not turned His hand from destroying, And He causes bulwark and wall to mourn, Together—they have been weak.
9 I Jorden sank hendes Porte, Slåerne brød han. Blandt Folkene bor uden Lov hendes Konge og Fyrster, og ikke fanger Profeterne Syn fra HERREN.
Sunk into the earth have her gates, He has destroyed and broken her bars, Her king and her princes [are] among the nations, There is no law, also her prophets Have not found vision from YHWH.
10 Zions datters Ældste sidder på Jorden i Tavshed; på Hovedet kaster de Støv, de er klædt i Sæk; Jerusalems Jomfruer sænker mod Jord deres Hoved.
Sit on the earth—[the] elderly of Zion’s daughter keep silent, They have caused dust to go up on their head, They have girded on sackcloth, The virgins of Jerusalem have Put their head down to the earth.
11 Mine Øjne hensvinder i Gråd, mit Indre gløder, mit Hjerte er knust, fordi mit Folk er brudt sammen; thi Børn og spæde forsmægter på Byens Torve;
My eyes have been consumed by tears, My bowels have been troubled, My liver has been poured out to the earth, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,
12 hver spørger sin Moder: "Hvor er der Korn og Vin?" forsmægter på Byens Torve som en, der er såret, idet de udånder Sjælen ved Moderens Bryst.
To their mothers they say, “Where [are] grain and wine?” In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.
13 Med hvad skal jeg stille dig lige, Jerusalems Datter, hvormed skal jeg ligne og trøste dig, Zions Jomfru? Thi dit Sammenbrud er stort som Havet, hvo læger dig vel?
What do I testify [to] you, what do I liken to you, O daughter of Jerusalem? What do I equal to you, and I comfort you, O virgin daughter of Zion? For great as a sea [is] your breach, Who gives healing to you?
14 Profeternes Syner om dig var Tomhed og Løgn, de afsløred ikke din Skyld for at vende din Skæbne, Synerne gav dig kun tomme, vildende Udsagn.
Your prophets have seen for you a false and insipid thing, And have not revealed concerning your iniquity, To return your captivity, And they see for you false burdens and causes of expulsion.
15 Over dig slog de Hænderne sammen, de, hvis Vej faldt forbi, de hån fløjted, rysted på Hoved ad Jerusalems Datter: "Er det da Byen, man kaldte den fuldendt skønne, al Jordens Glæde?"
Everyone passing by the way clapped hands at you, They have hissed—and they shake the head At the daughter of Jerusalem: “Is this the city of which they said: The perfection of beauty, a joy to all the land?”
16 De opspærred Munden imod dig, alle dine Fjender, hånfløjted, skar Tænder og sagde: "Vi opslugte hende; ja, det er Dagen, vi vented, vi fik den at se."
Opened against you their mouth have all your enemies, They have hissed, indeed, they gnash the teeth, They have said: “We have swallowed [her] up, Surely this [is] the day that we looked for, We have found—we have seen.”
17 HERREN har gjort, som han tænkte, fuldbyrdet det Ord, han sendte i fordums Dage, brudt ned uden Skånsel, ladet Fjender glæde sig over dig, rejst Uvenners Horn.
YHWH has done that which He devised, He has fulfilled His saying That He commanded from the days of old, He has broken down and has not pitied, And causes an enemy to rejoice over you, He lifted up the horn of your adversaries.
18 Råb højt til Herren, du Jomfru, Zions Datter, lad Tårerne strømme som Bække ved Dag og ved Nat, und dig ej Ro, lad ikke dit Øje få Hvile!
Their heart has cried to the Lord; O wall of the daughter of Zion, Cause to go down tears as a stream daily and nightly, do not give rest to yourself, Do not let the daughter of your eye stand still.
19 Stå op og klag dig om Natten, når Vagterne skifter, udøs dit Hjerte som Vand for Herrens Åsyn, løft dine Hænder til ham for Børnenes Liv, som forsmægter af Hunger ved alle Gadernes Hjørner.
Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out your heart as water, Before the face of the Lord, Lift up to Him your hands, for the soul of your infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.
20 HERRE se til og agt på, mod hvem du har gjort det. Skal Kvinder da æde den Livsfrugt, de kælede for, myrdes i Herrens Helligdom Præst og Profet?
See, O YHWH, and look attentively, To whom You have acted thus, Do women eat their fruit, infants of a handbreadth? Slain in the sanctuary of the Lord are priest and prophet?
21 I Gaderne ligger på Jorden unge og gamle, mine Jomfruer og mine Ynglinge faldt for Sværdet; på din Vredesdag slog du ihjel, hugged ned uden Skånsel.
Lain on the earth [in] out-places have young and old, My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword, You have slain in a day of Your anger, You have slaughtered—You have not pitied.
22 Du bød mine Rædsler til Fest fra alle Sider. På HERRENs Vredes Dag undslap og frelstes ingen; min Fjende tilintetgjorde dem, jeg plejed og fostred.
You call as [at] a day of appointment, My fears from all around, And there has not been in the day of the anger of YHWH, An escaped and remaining one, They whom I stretched out and nourished, My enemy has consumed!
