Psalms 79
1 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.
Gud! Hedningerne have brudt ind i din Arv, de have besmittet dit hellige Tempel, de have gjort Jerusalem til Stenhobe.
2 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.
De have givet dine Tjeneres døde Kroppe hen som Føde til Fuglene under Himmelen, dine helliges Kød til de vilde Dyr i Landet.
3 They have poured out the blood of Jerusalem's people like water all through the city; no one remains to bury the dead.
De have udøst deres Blod som Vand trindt omkring Jerusalem, og der var ingen, som begrov dem.
4 We have been made a mockery before our neighbors, ridiculed and laughed at by those around us.
Vi ere blevne vore Naboer til en Forsmædelse, dem, som ere trindt omkring os, til Spot og Haan.
5 How long, Lord? Will you be angry with us forever? Will your jealousy always burn like fire?
Herre, hvor længe vil du være vred evindelig? skal din Nidkærhed brænde som en Ild?
6 Pour out your anger on the heathen nations that don't know you, and on those kingdoms that don't worship you!
Udøs din Harme over Hedningerne, som ikke kende dig, og over de Riger, som ikke paakalde dit Navn.
7 For they have destroyed the descendants of Jacob, and turned our country into a wasteland.
Thi man har fortæret Jakob og ødelagt hans Bolig.
8 Don't hold the sins of our forefathers against us! Come to us quickly for we desperately need your compassion.
Kom os ikke Forfædrenes Misgerninger i Hu; skynd dig, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os i Møde, thi vi ere blevne saare ringe.
9 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!
Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud! for dit Navns Æres Skyld og fri os og forlad os vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld.
10 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.
Hvorfor skulle Hedningerne sige: Hvor er deres Gud? lad det kendes paa Hedningerne for vore Øjne, at dine Tjeneres Blod, som er udøst, bliver hævnet.
11 Listen to the groans of the prisoners; with your great power save those condemned to die.
Lad den bundnes Jamren komme for dit Ansigt; hold efter din Arms Vælde dem i Live, som ere Dødens Børn.
12 Pay each of these neighbors back seven times for the scorn and ridicule they directed against you, Lord.
Og betal vore Naboer syvfold i deres Barm deres Forsmædelse, hvormed de forhaanede dig, Herre!
13 Then we your people, the flock of your pasture, will praise you forever. We will thank you for all generations to come.
Men vi, dit Folk og din Græsgangs Hjord ville takke dig evindelig; fra Slægt til Slægt ville vi forkynde din Pris.
