Lamentations 3
1 I AM the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
Teg er den Mand, som saa Elendighed ved hans Vredes Ris.
2 He has led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light.
Mig ledede og førte han ind i Mørke og ikke til Lys.
3 Surely against me is he turned; he turns his hand against me all the day.
Kun imod mig vendte han atter og atter sin Haand den ganske Dag.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
Han gjorde mit Kød og min Hud gammel; han sønderbrød mine Ben.
5 He has built against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
Han byggede imod mig og omgav mig med Galde og Møje.
6 He has set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
Han lod mig bo i de mørke Steder som dem, der ere døde i al Evighed.
7 He has hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he has made my chain heavy.
Han tilmurede for mig, og jeg kan ikke komme ud, han gjorde min Lænke svar.
8 Also when I cry and shout, he shuts out my prayer.
Naar jeg end skriger og raaber, lukker han til for min Bøn.
9 He has enclosed my ways with hewn stone, he has made my paths crooked.
Han har tilmuret mine Veje med hugne Stene, han har gjort mine Stier krogede.
10 He was unto me as a bear lying in wait, and as a lion in secret places.
Han er bleven mig som en Bjørn, der ligger paa Lur, som en Løve i Skjul.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he has made me desolate.
Han lod mine Veje bøje af, og saa sønderrev han mig; han lagde mig øde.
12 He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
Han spændte sin Bue og stillede mig som Maalet for Pilen.
13 He has caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.
Han lod Pile af sit Kogger trænge ind i mine Nyrer.
14 I was a derision to all my people; and their song all the day.
Jeg er bleven alt mit Folk til Latter, deres Spottesang den ganske Dag.
15 He has filled me with bitterness, he has made me drunken with wormwood.
Han mættede mig med beske Urter, „han gav mig rigelig Malurt at drikke
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he has covered me with ashes.
og lod mine Tænder bide i Grus, han nedtrykte mig i Aske.
17 And you have removed my soul far off from peace: I forgotten about prosperity.
Og du bortstødte min Sjæl fra Fred, jeg har glemt det gode.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
Og jeg sagde: Borte er min Kraft, og hvad jeg forventede fra Herren.
19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
Kom min Elendighed og min Landflygtighed i Hu: Malurt og Galde!
20 My soul has them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
Min Sjæl kommer det ret i Hu og er nedbøjet i mit Indre.
21 This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.
Dette vil jeg tage mig til Hjerte, derfor vil jeg haabe:
22 It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Det er Herrens Miskundhed, at vi ikke ere fortærede; thi hans Barmhjertighed har ingen Ende.
23 They are new every morning: great is your faithfulness.
Den er ny hver Morgen, din Trofasthed er stor.
24 The LORD is my portion, says my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
Herren er min Del, siger min Sjæl, derfor vil jeg haabe til ham.
25 The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.
Herren er god imod dem, som bie efter ham, imod den Sjæl, som spørger efter ham.
26 It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.
Det er godt, at man haaber og er stille til Herrens Frelse.
27 It is good for a man that he bear the yoke of his youth.
Det er en Mand godt, at han bærer Aag i sin Ungdom.
28 He sits alone and keeps silence, because he has borne it upon him.
Han vil sidde ene og tie; thi han lægger det paa ham.
29 He puts his mouth in the dust; if so be there may be hope.
Han vil trykke sin Mund imod Støvet, om der maaske kunde være Forhaabning.
30 He gives his cheek to him that strikes him: he is filled full with reproach.
Han vil vende Kinden imod den, som slaar ham, han vil mættes med Forhaanelse.
31 For the LORD will not cast off for ever:
Thi Herren skal ikke forkaste evindelig.
32 But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.
Thi dersom han bedrøver, da skal han dog forbarme sig efter sin store Miskundhed.
33 For he does not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men.
Thi det er ikke af sit Hjerte, at han plager og bedrøver Menneskens Børn.
34 To crush under his feet all the prisoners of the earth.
For at knuse alle de bundne paa Jorden under sine Fødder,
35 To turn aside the right of a man before the face of the most High,
for at bøje en Mands Ret for den Højestes Ansigt,
36 To subvert a man in his cause, the LORD approves not.
for at forvende et Menneskes Retssag — skuer Herren ikke ned.
37 Who is he that says, and it comes to pass, when the Lord commands it not?
Hvo er den, som har sagt noget, saa at det skete, uden at Herren befaler det?
38 Out of the mouth of the most High proceeds not evil and good?
Mon Lykke og Ulykke ikke udgaa af den Højestes Mund?
39 Wherefore does a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
Hvorfor klager et Menneske som lever? — enhver for sine Synder!
40 Let us search and try our ways, and return to the LORD.
Lader os ransage vore Veje og efterspore dem og vende om til Herren!
41 Let us lift up our heart with our hands unto God in the heavens.
Lader os opløfte vort Hjerte tillige med vore Hænder til Gud i Himmelen!
42 We have transgressed and have rebelled: you have not pardoned.
Vi, vi have syndet og været genstridige, du tilgav ikke.
43 You have covered with anger, and persecuted us: you have slain, you have not pitied.
Du tildækkede os med Vrede og forfulgte os, ihjelslog, sparede ikke,
44 You have covered yourself with a cloud, that our prayer should not pass through.
Du skjulte dig med en Sky, at ingen Bøn kunde trænge igennem.
45 You have made us as the waste and refuse in the midst of the people.
Du gjorde os til Skarn og Udskud midt iblandt Folkene.
46 All our enemies have opened their mouths against us.
Alle vore Fjender opspilede deres Mund imod os.
47 Fear and a snare has come upon us, desolation and destruction.
Der var Forfærdelse og Gru for os, Ødelæggelse og Undergang.
48 Mine eye runs down with rivers of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Mit Øje rinder med Vandbække over mit Folks Datters Undergang.
49 Mine eye trickes down, and ceases not, without any intermission.
Mit Øje strømmer og bliver ikke stille, der er ingen Afladelse,
50 Till the LORD look down, and behold from heaven.
indtil Herren skuer ned og ser til fra Himmelen.
51 Mine eye affects mine heart because of all the daughters of my city.
Mit Øje voldte min Sjæl Smerte over alle min Stads Døtre.
52 Mine enemies chased me sore, like a bird, without cause.
Hart jagede mig som en Fugl de, der vare mine Fjender uden Grund.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
De bragte mit Liv til at vorde stille i Graven og kastede en Sten over mig.
54 Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.
Der strømmede Vand ned over mit Hoved, jeg sagde: Det er forbi med mig.
55 I called upon your name, O LORD, out of the low dungeon.
Jeg kaldte paa dit Navn, Herre! fra Graven, i det dybe.
56 You have heard my voice: hide not your ear at my breathing, at my cry.
Du har hørt min Røst; tilluk ej dit Øre for mit Suk, for mit Raab!
57 You drew near in the day that I called upon you: you said, Fear not.
Du holdt dig nær den Dag, jeg kaldte paa dig, du sagde: Frygt ikke!
58 O LORD, you have pleaded the causes of my soul; you have redeemed my life.
Herre! du har udført min Sjæls Sag, du har udløst mit Liv.
59 O LORD, you have seen my wrong: judge you my cause.
Herre! du har set den Uret, som sker mig, døm i min Sag!
60 You have seen all their vengeance and all their imaginations against me.
Du har set al deres Hævn, alle deres Tanker imod mig.
61 You have heard their reproach, O LORD, and all their imaginations against me;
Herre! du har hørt deres haanende Tale, alle deres Tanker imod mig,
62 The lips of those that rose up against me, and their device against me all the day.
mine Modstanderes Ord og deres Anslag imod mig den ganske Dag.
63 Behold their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their music.
Sku, hvorledes de sidde, og hvorledes de staa op; jeg er deres Spottesang.
64 Render unto them a recompence, O LORD, according to the work of their hands.
Du skal gengælde dem, Herre! efter deres Hænders Gerning.
65 Give them sorrow of heart, your curse unto them.
Du skal give dem et Dække over Hjertet, din Forbandelse hører dem til.
66 Persecute and destroy them in anger from under the heavens of the LORD.
Du skal forfølge dem i Vrede, og ødelægge dem, at de ikke ere under Herrens Himmel.
