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;
O God, the nations have come into thine inheritance. They have defiled thy holy temple. They have laid Jerusalem 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 thy servants to be food to the birds of the heavens, the flesh of thy sanctified to 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, and there was none to bury them.
4 vore Naboer er vi til Hån, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and derision to those who are round about us.
5 Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE - for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
How long, O Jehovah? Will thou be angry forever? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
6 Udøs din Vrede på Folk, der ikke kender dig, på Riger, som ikke påkalder dit Navn;
Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that do not know thee, and upon the kingdoms that do not call 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 såre ringe,
Do not remember against us the iniquities of our forefathers. Let thy tender mercies speedily 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 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 udgydt Blod blive hævnet på Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
Why should the nations say, Where is their God? Let the avenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed be known among the nations in our sight.
11 Lad de fangnes Suk nå hen for dit Åsyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee. According to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those who are appointed to death,
12 lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Hånen, de viser dig, Herre!
and render to our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom their reproach with which 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 thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks forever. We will show forth thy praise to all generations.
