Psalms 79
1 A Psalm for Asaph. O God, the heathen are come into your inheritance; they have polluted your holy temple; they have made Jerusalem a storehouse of fruits.
(En Salme af Asaf.) Hedninger er trængt ind i din arvelod, Gud de har besmittet dit hellige Tempel og gjort Jerusalem til en Stenhob;
2 They have given the dead bodies of your servants [to be] food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your holy ones for the wild beasts of the earth.
de har givet Himlens Fugle dine Tjeneres Lig til Æde, Jordens vilde Dyr dine frommes Kød;
3 They have shed their blood as water, round about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury [them].
deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them [that are] round about us.
vore Naboer er vi til Hån, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
5 How long, O Lord? will you be angry for ever? shall your jealousy burn like fire?
Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE - for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
6 Pour out your wrath upon the heathen that have not known you, and upon the kingdoms which have not called upon your name.
Udøs din Vrede på Folk, der ikke kender dig, på Riger, som ikke påkalder dit Navn;
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and laid his place waste.
thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
8 Remember not our old transgressions; let your tender mercies speedily prevent us; for we are greatly impoverished.
Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er såre ringe,
9 Help us, O God our Saviour; for the glory of your name, O Lord, deliver us; and be merciful to our sins, for your name's sake.
Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud, for dit Navns Æres Skyld, fri os, forlad vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld!
10 Lets haply they should say amongst the heathen, Where is their God? and let the avenging of your servant's blood that has been shed be known amongst the heathen before our eyes.
Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: "Hvor er deres Gud?" Lad dine Tjeneres udgydt Blod blive hævnet på Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
11 Let the groaning of the prisoners come in before you; according to the greatness of your arm preserve the sons of the slain ones.
Lad de fangnes Suk nå hen for dit Åsyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
12 Repay to our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, with which they have reproached you, O Lord.
lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Hånen, de viser dig, Herre!
13 For we are your people and the sheep of your pasture; we will give you thanks for ever; we will declare your praise throughout all generations.
Men vi dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
