Lamentations 2
1 How the Lord has spread a cloud of his anger over the Daughter of Zion! He has thrown down Israel's glory from heaven to earth. He has deserted his Temple from the time he became angry.
Kor hev Herren i sin vreide sveipt Sions dotter i myrkeskodda! Han kasta frå himmelen ned til jordi Israels herlegdom, og han kom ikkje i hug sin fotskammel på sin vreide-dag.
2 The Lord has destroyed without mercy all the places where the descendants of Jacob lived. In his anger he has torn down the fortresses of the Daughter of Judah. He has demolished and degraded the kingdom and its leaders.
Utan nåde lagde Herren i øyde alle Jakobs bustader. I sin vreide reiv han ned for dotteri Juda hennar sterke borger og kasta deim til jordi. Han vanhelga riket og hovdingarne.
3 In his fury he has destroyed all of Israel's power, refusing to help as the enemy attacked. He was like a fire blazing in the land of Jacob, burning everything up.
I sin brennande vreide hogg han av alle Israels horn; han drog si høgre hand attende, endå fienden var der. Han brende Jakob lik ein eldsloge som øyder rundt ikring.
4 He has fired arrows from his bow as if he were their enemy; he has used his power against them like an attacker. He has killed all the beloved children; he has poured out his anger like fire on the tent of the Daughter of Zion.
Han spente sin boge som ein fiend’, med si høgre hand stod han fram som ein motstandar og drap alt våre augo hadde hugnad i. I tjeldet åt Sions dotter auste han ut sin vreide som ein eld.
5 The Lord has become like an enemy, completely destroying Israel and its palaces, demolishing its fortresses, making the Daughter of Judah cry and mourn more and more.
Herren er vorten som ein fiend’, han hev lagt Israel i øyde, lagt alle hennar slott i øyde, gjort tjon på hennar borgar; so hev han dunga i hop på dotteri Juda sorg og sut.
6 He has torn down his Temple as if was a garden shed; he has destroyed his meeting place. The Lord has made Zion forget about her religious festivals and Sabbaths. In his fury he has disowned both king and priest.
Og han hev brote ned som av ein hage sin gard, øydelagt sin samlingsstad. Herren hev late både høgtid og kviledag verta avgløymde i Sion, og støytt ifrå seg konge og prest i sin harmfulle vreide.
7 The Lord has discarded his altar; he has abandoned his Temple. He has handed it over to the enemy. They were shouting triumphantly in the Lord's Temple just as worshipers did on festival days.
Herren forsmådde sitt altar, stygdest ved sin heilagdom. Murarne kring hennar slott gav han i fiendevald. Dei let si røysti ljoma i Herrens hus som på ein høgtidsdag.
8 The Lord was determined to destroy the defensive walls of the Daughter of Zion. He measured out what he would destroy, and didn't hesitate to do it. He made the battlements and walls weep; they both disintegrated.
Herren etla øydeleggja muren for Sions dotter. Han strekte ut si mælesnor og heldt ikkje handi si att frå herjing. Og han let voll og mur syrgja; ormegta ligg dei der i lag.
9 Her gates have collapsed to the ground; he has destroyed their bars, breaking them apart. Her king and her princes have been exiled to other countries. No one follows the Law anymore, and even her prophets no longer receive visions from the Lord.
Dei er sokne i jord, hennar portar, han hev brote og krasa hennar stengslor; hennar kongar og hovdingar er hjå heidningfolki, det bid ikkje meir nokor lov. Hennar profetar hev ikkje heller fenge nokor syn frå Herren.
10 The elders of the Daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust over their heads and put on clothes made of sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed down, their heads to the ground.
Dei sit på jordi tegjande, styresmennerne åt Sions dotter; dust hev dei drust uppi kruna, gyrdt seg med sekk. Dei luter mot jord sine hovud Jerusalems-møyarne.
11 My eyes are worn out from crying; inside I am in turmoil. I'm sick and exhausted over the destruction of Jerusalem, the daughter of my people, because children and infants are fainting in the city streets.
Mine augo talmast av tåror, det syd inni bringa og barm, og livri hev runne til jordi - for tjonet på mitt folks dotter; for born, jamvel sogborn vanmegtast på gatorne i byen.
12 They cry out to their mothers, “We need food and drink!” fainting in the city streets as if they're wounded, their lives fading away in their mothers' arms.
Dei ropa til møderne sine: «Kvar er korn og vin?» vanmegtast som gjenomstungne på gatorne i byen då dei andast ved modersbarm.
13 What can I tell you? What shall I compare you to, Daughter of Jerusalem? What can I say you're like in order to comfort you, virgin Daughter of Zion? For your wound gapes as wide as the sea—who could ever heal you?
Kva skal eg vitna for deg, kva skal eg likna deg attåt, du Jerusalems dotter? kva likning skal eg finna fram åt deg til å trøysta deg med, du møy, Sions dotter? For stor som eit hav er din skade, kven kann lækja deg?
14 The visions of your prophets were false and worthless; they didn't point out your guilt to prevent you being taken into captivity. Instead they presented to you visions that were false and deceptive.
Dine profetar såg deg syner med fåfengd og dårskap; dei hev ikkje synt deg di misgjerning, so dine fangar kunde koma attende, men dei såg deg syner, fulle med fåfengd og forføringar.
15 Everyone who passes by mock you, clapping their hands, hissing and shaking their heads in scorn at the Daughter of Jerusalem. “Is this really the city that people called the perfection of beauty, the joy of all the earth?” they ask.
Dei slær henderne i hop yver deg, alle som gjeng vegen framum. Dei blistrar og rister på hovudet yver Jerusalems dotter: «Er dette byen som dei kalla «den storfagre», «ei frygd for all jordi»?»
16 All your enemies open their mouths at you, hissing and gnashing their teeth, “We've swallowed her up! This is the day we've been waiting for. Now it's here and we've seen it happen!”
Dei spilar upp i mot deg sitt gap alle dine fiendar, blistrar og bit i hop tenner; dei segjer: «Me hev gløypt henne. Ja, dette er den dagen me stunda på; me fekk då liva og sjå den dagen.»
17 The Lord has achieved what he decided; he has done what he warned he would. Just as he determined to do long ago, he has destroyed you, showing no mercy. He has allowed the enemy gloat over your defeat, and he has given power to those who attack you.
Herren hev gjort det han hadde tenkt, hev fullført sitt ord, den rådgjerdi han tok alt i forne dagar; han hev rive ned utan nåde, og han let fienden frygda seg yver deg, let dine uvener bera hornet høgt.
18 The people cry out to the Lord from the bottom of their hearts. Daughter of Zion, let your walls stream down with tears like a river all day and night. Don't stop, go on crying!
Hjarto deira ropar til Herren. Du mur kring Sions dotter, du strigråte dag og natt! Unn deg ikkje kvild! Gjev ikkje din augnestein ro!
19 Get up and cry out as the night begins. Pour out your sad thoughts like water before the Lord. Hold up your hands to him in prayer for the lives of your children who are fainting from hunger at every street corner.
Statt upp, ropa høgt um natti, når nattevaktene tek til! Renn ut som vatn ditt hjarta framfor Herrens åsyn! Lyft upp til honom dine hender til livsens frelsa for dine born, som vanmegtast av svolt på kvart gatemot!
20 Lord, please think about it! Who have you ever treated this way? Should women have to eat their children, the little ones they love? Should priests and prophets be killed in the Lord's Temple?
Sjå, Herre, og skoda etter! Kven annan for du åt soleis? Skal kvende sitt avkjøme eta, småborn, som på armar dei ber? Skal ein slå i Herrens heilagdom prest og profet i hel?
21 The dead, young and old, lie together in the dust of the streets. My young men and young women, have been killed by the sword. You killed them when you were angry; you have slaughtered them without mercy.
På jordi i gatorne ligg ung og gamall. Mine møyar og gutar er falne for sverd. Du slo i hel på din vreide-dag, du slagta utan nåde.
22 You invited enemies to attack me from every direction like you were inviting them to a religious festival. At the time when the Lord was angry nobody escaped, nobody survived. My enemy has destroyed the children I looked after and loved.
Du kalla som på ein høgtidsdag rædslor mot meg alle stader ifrå; og på Herrens vreide-dag fanst det ingen som vart berga og slapp undan. Deim eg hev bore på armar og ale upp, hev min fiende tynt.
