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. God, heathen nations have invaded your land. They have defiled your holy Temple. They have turned Jerusalem into heaps of rubble.
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 as food to the birds of the air, the flesh of your faithful people to the beasts of the earth.
3 deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
They have poured out the blood of Jerusalem's people like water all through the city; no one remains to bury the dead.
4 vore Naboer er vi til Hån, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
We have been made a mockery before our neighbors, ridiculed and laughed at by those around us.
5 Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE - for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
How long, Lord? Will you be angry with us forever? Will your jealousy always burn like fire?
6 Udøs din Vrede på Folk, der ikke kender dig, på Riger, som ikke påkalder dit Navn;
Pour out your anger on the heathen nations that don't know you, and on those kingdoms that don't worship you!
7 thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
For they have destroyed the descendants of Jacob, and turned our country into a wasteland.
8 Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er såre ringe,
Don't hold the sins of our forefathers against us! Come to us quickly for we desperately need your compassion.
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 salvation, because of your wonderful character! Save us and forgive us our sins because that's the kind of person you are!
10 Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: "Hvor er deres Gud?" Lad dine Tjeneres udgydt Blod blive hævnet på Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
Why should the heathen nations be able to say, “Where is their God?” May they experience your punishment for shedding the blood of your servants, and may we see it.
11 Lad de fangnes Suk nå hen for dit Åsyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
Listen to the groans of the prisoners; with your great power save those condemned to die.
12 lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Hånen, de viser dig, Herre!
Pay each of these neighbors back seven times for the scorn and ridicule they directed against you, Lord.
13 Men vi dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
Then we your people, the flock of your pasture, will praise you forever. We will thank you for all generations to come.
