Psalms 79
1 “A psalm of Assaph.” O God! nations have entered into thy heritage; they have profaned thy holy temple; they have rendered Jerusalem heaps of ruins.
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 thy servants as food unto the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of thy pious ones unto the 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 like water all round about Jerusalem: and there is no one to bury them.
deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
4 We are become a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and derision to those that are round about us.
vore Naboer er vi til Haan, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
5 How long, Lord? wilt thou be indignant for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE — for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
6 Pour out thy fury over the nations that acknowledge thee not, and over the kingdoms that have not called on thy name.
Udøs din Vrede paa Folk, der ikke kender dig, paa Riger, som ikke paakalder dit Navn;
7 For they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling-place.
thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
8 Oh remember not against us the iniquities of our fathers: make haste, let thy mercies come to our aid; for we are very miserable.
Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er saare ringe,
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, because of the glory of thy name; and deliver us, and atone for our sins, for the sake of thy name.
Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud, for dit Navns Æres Skyld, fri os, forlad vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld!
10 Wherefore shall the nations say, Where is their God? let there be made known among the nations before our eyes, the vengeance for the blood of thy servants which hath been shed.
Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: »Hvor er deres Gud?« Lad dine Tjeneres udgydte Blod blive hævnet paa Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
11 Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee: according to the greatness of thy almighty power preserve thou those that are doomed to death;
Lad de fangnes Suk naa hen for dit Aasyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
12 And recompense unto our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom their defiance wherewith they have defied thee, O Lord.
lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Haanen, de viser dig, Herre!
13 But we thy people and the flock of thy pasture will give thanks unto thee for ever: from generation to generation will we relate thy praise.
Men vi, dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
