Lamentations 4
1 How the gold has become dim, the most pure gold changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.
Hvorledes er Guldet fordunklet, det kostelige Guld forkastet, de hellige Stene henkastede paa alle Gadehjørner!
2 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how they are esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!
Zions dyrebare Børn, der vejede op med fint Guld — hvorledes agtes de lige med Lerflasker, en Pottemagers Hænders Gerning?
3 Even the jackals draw out the breast; they give suck to their young ones. The daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
Endog Drager række Brystet frem, de give deres Unger Die; mit Folks Datter er bleven grusom, lig Strudser i Ørken.
4 The tongue of the sucking child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young sons ask bread, and no man breaks it to them.
Den diendes Tunge hænger ved hans Gane af Tørst; spæde Børn begære Brød, der er ingen, som rækker dem det.
5 Those who fed luxuriously are desolate in the streets. Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
De, som aade de kostelige Retter, ere omkomne paa Gaderne; de, som vare opfostrede i Skarlagen, de omfavne Skarnet.
6 For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, that was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were laid upon her.
Og mit Folks Datters Misgerning er større end Synden i Sodoma, som blev omkastet i et Øjeblik, og hvortil ingen Hænder brugtes.
7 Her ranking men were purer than snow. They were whiter than milk. They were more ruddy in body than rubies. Their polishing was as of sapphire.
Hendes Nasiræer vare renere end Sne, hvidere end Mælk, paa Legemet vare de rødere end Koraller, deres Skabning var som Safiren.
8 Their visage is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.
Nu er deres Skikkelse bleven mørkere end det sorte, de kendes ikke paa Gaderne, deres Hud hænger ved deres Ben, den er bleven tør som Træ.
9 Those who are slain with the sword are better than those who are slain with hunger, for these pine away, stricken through, for want of the fruits of the field.
Lykkeligere vare de, som bleve ihjelslagne ved Sværd, end de, som blive ihjelslagne af Hunger; thi disse svinde hen som gennemborede, fordi der ikke er Grøde paa Marken.
10 The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children. They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Barmhjertige Kvinders Hænder kogte deres Børn; disse bleve dem til Spise under mit Folks Datters Ødelæggelse.
11 Jehovah has accomplished his wrath. He has poured out his fierce anger, and he has kindled a fire in Zion, which has devoured the foundations thereof.
Herren har fuldkommet sin Harme, udøst sin brændende Vrede og antændt en Ild i Zion, og den fortærede dens Grundvold.
12 The kings of the earth did not believe, nor all the inhabitants of the world, that the adversary and the enemy would enter into the gates of Jerusalem.
Kongerne paa Jorden havde ikke troet det, ej heller nogen af alle dem, som bo paa Jorderige, at Modstanderen og Fjenden skulde drage ind ad Jerusalems Porte.
13 It is because of the sins of her prophets, and the iniquities of her priests, who have shed the blood of the just in the midst of her.
Formedelst dens Profeters Synder, formedelst dens Præsters Misgerninger, de, som udøste de retfærdiges Blod midt i den,
14 They wander as blind men in the streets. They are polluted with blood, so that men cannot touch their garments.
vanke disse hid og did paa Gaderne som blinde, besmittede med Blod, saa at man ej kan røre ved deres Klæder.
15 Depart ye, they cried to them. Unclean! Depart, depart, do not touch! When they fled away and wandered, men said among the nations, They shall no more sojourn here.
„Viger bort, han er uren!‟ raaber man om dem; „viger bort, viger bort! rører dem ej!‟ thi de flyve bort og vanke hid og did; man siger iblandt Hedningerne: De skulle ikke blive ved at bo der.
16 The anger of Jehovah has scattered them. He will no more regard them. They did not respect the persons of the priests. They did not favor the elders.
Herrens Ansigt har spredt dem, han vil ikke se til dem mere; man anser ikke Præsternes Person, man er ikke naadig imod de gamle.
17 Our eyes do yet fail in looking for our vain help. In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.
Endnu forsmægte vore Øjne forgæves efter vor Hjælp; paa vor Vare spejde vi efter et Folk, som ikke kunde frelse.
18 They hunt our steps, so that we cannot go in our streets. Our end is near, our days are fulfilled, for our end has come.
De jage os, hvor vi skride frem, at vi ikke kunne gaa paa vore Gader; vor Ende er nær, vore Dage ere fyldte; thi vor Ende er kommen.
19 Our pursuers were swifter than the eagles of the heavens. They chased us upon the mountains. They laid wait for us in the wilderness.
Vore Forfølgere ere lettere end Ørne under Himmelen; de forfølge os paa Bjergene, de lure paa os i Ørken.
20 The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of Jehovah, was taken in their pits, of whom we said, Under his shadow we shall live among the nations.
Vor Livsaande, Herrens Salvede, er fanget i deres Grave, han, om hvem vi sagde: Under hans Skygge ville vi leve iblandt Folkene.
21 Rejoice and be glad, O daughter of Edom, who dwells in the land of Uz. Yet the cup shall pass through to thee also. Thou shall be drunken, and shall make thyself naked.
Fryd og glæd dig kun, du Edoms Datter! du, som bor i Landet Uz; ogsaa til dig skal Bægeret komme, du skal blive drukken og blotte dig.
22 The punishment of thine iniquity is accomplished, O daughter of Zion. He will no more carry thee away into captivity. He will visit thine iniquity, O daughter of Edom. He will uncover thy sins.
Din Skyld har en Ende, Zions Datter! han skal ikke mere lade dig bortføre; nu hjemsøger han din Skyld, du Edoms Datter! han aabenbarer dine Synder.
