Psalms 79
1 A PSALM OF ASAPH. O God, nations have come into Your inheritance, They have defiled Your holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,
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 gave the dead bodies of Your servants [As] food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of Your saints For the wild beast 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 around Jerusalem, And there is none burying.
deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
4 We have been a reproach to our neighbors, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.
vore Naboer er vi til Haan, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
5 Until when, O YHWH? Are You angry forever? Your jealousy burns as fire.
Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE — for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
6 Pour Your fury on the nations who have not known You, And on kingdoms that have not called on Your Name.
Udøs din Vrede paa Folk, der ikke kender dig, paa Riger, som ikke paakalder dit Navn;
7 For [one] has devoured Jacob, And they have made his habitation desolate.
thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
8 Do not remember for us the iniquities of forefathers, Hurry, let Your mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.
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 Your Name, And deliver us, and cover over 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 Why do the nations say, “Where [is] their God?” Let [it] be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Your servants that is shed.
Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: »Hvor er deres Gud?« Lad dine Tjeneres udgydte Blod blive hævnet paa Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before You, According to the greatness of Your arm, Leave the sons of death.
Lad de fangnes Suk naa hen for dit Aasyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
12 And return to our neighbors, Sevenfold to their bosom, their reproach, With which they reproached You, O Lord.
lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Haanen, de viser dig, Herre!
13 And we, Your people, and the flock of Your pasture, We give thanks to You for all time, We recount Your praise from generation to generation!
Men vi, dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
