Lamentations 4
1 How the gold has become dim. How the most pure gold has changed. The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.
Hvorledes er Guldet fordunklet, det kostelige Guld forkastet, de hellige Stene henkastede paa alle Gadehjørner!
2 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How they are regarded as clay jars, the work of the hands of the potter.
Zions dyrebare Børn, der vejede op med fint Guld — hvorledes agtes de lige med Lerflasker, en Pottemagers Hænders Gerning?
3 Even the jackals offer the breast, they nurse their young ones, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
Endog Drager række Brystet frem, de give deres Unger Die; mit Folks Datter er bleven grusom, lig Strudser i Ørken.
4 The nursing infant's tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask for bread, but no one gives to them.
Den diendes Tunge hænger ved hans Gane af Tørst; spæde Børn begære Brød, der er ingen, som rækker dem det.
5 Those who ate delicacies are destitute in the streets. Those who were brought up in purple embrace ash heaps.
De, som aade de kostelige Retter, ere omkomne paa Gaderne; de, som vare opfostrede i Skarlagen, de omfavne Skarnet.
6 For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown in an instant, and no hands were laid on her.
Og mit Folks Datters Misgerning er større end Synden i Sodoma, som blev omkastet i et Øjeblik, og hvortil ingen Hænder brugtes.
7 Her consecrated ones were purer than snow, whiter than milk; their bodies more ruddy than rubies, their appearance was like lapis lazuli.
Hendes Nasiræer vare renere end Sne, hvidere end Mælk, paa Legemet vare de rødere end Koraller, deres Skabning var som Safiren.
8 They appear darker than soot; they are not known in the streets. Their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered and has become as dry as a stick.
Nu er deres Skikkelse bleven mørkere end det sorte, de kendes ikke paa Gaderne, deres Hud hænger ved deres Ben, den er bleven tør som Træ.
9 Those who are killed with the sword are better than those who are killed with hunger; those who waste away, pierced through, for lack of the fruits of the field.
Lykkeligere vare de, som bleve ihjelslagne ved Sværd, end de, som blive ihjelslagne af Hunger; thi disse svinde hen som gennemborede, fordi der ikke er Grøde paa Marken.
10 The hands of the compassionate women have cooked their own children; they were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Barmhjertige Kvinders Hænder kogte deres Børn; disse bleve dem til Spise under mit Folks Datters Ødelæggelse.
11 The LORD has accomplished his wrath, he has poured out his fierce anger; he has kindled a fire in Zion, which has devoured its foundations.
Herren har fuldkommet sin Harme, udøst sin brændende Vrede og antændt en Ild i Zion, og den fortærede dens Grundvold.
12 The kings of the earth did not believe, neither all the inhabitants of the world, that the adversary or the enemy would enter into the gates of Jerusalem.
Kongerne paa Jorden havde ikke troet det, ej heller nogen af alle dem, som bo paa Jorderige, at Modstanderen og Fjenden skulde drage ind ad Jerusalems Porte.
13 It is because of the sins of her prophets, and the iniquities of her priests, that have shed the blood of the just in the midst of her.
Formedelst dens Profeters Synder, formedelst dens Præsters Misgerninger, de, som udøste de retfærdiges Blod midt i den,
14 They wander as blind men in the streets, they are polluted with blood, so that men can't touch their garments.
vanke disse hid og did paa Gaderne som blinde, besmittede med Blod, saa at man ej kan røre ved deres Klæder.
15 "Go away." they cried to them, "Unclean. Away, away. Do not touch." When they fled away and wandered, men said among the nations, "They shall not live here anymore."
„Viger bort, han er uren!‟ raaber man om dem; „viger bort, viger bort! rører dem ej!‟ thi de flyve bort og vanke hid og did; man siger iblandt Hedningerne: De skulle ikke blive ved at bo der.
16 The LORD himself has scattered them; he will no more regard them. They did not respect the priests, they did not favor the elders.
Herrens Ansigt har spredt dem, han vil ikke se til dem mere; man anser ikke Præsternes Person, man er ikke naadig imod de gamle.
17 Our eyes still fail, looking in vain for our help. In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.
Endnu forsmægte vore Øjne forgæves efter vor Hjælp; paa vor Vare spejde vi efter et Folk, som ikke kunde frelse.
18 They hunt our steps, so that we can't go in our streets. Our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end has come.
De jage os, hvor vi skride frem, at vi ikke kunne gaa paa vore Gader; vor Ende er nær, vore Dage ere fyldte; thi vor Ende er kommen.
19 Our pursuers were swifter than the eagles of the sky. They chased us on the mountains, they lay in wait for us in the wilderness.
Vore Forfølgere ere lettere end Ørne under Himmelen; de forfølge os paa Bjergene, de lure paa os i Ørken.
20 The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of the LORD, was taken in their pits; of whom we said, "Under his shadow we can live among the nations."
Vor Livsaande, Herrens Salvede, er fanget i deres Grave, han, om hvem vi sagde: Under hans Skygge ville vi leve iblandt Folkene.
21 Rejoice and be glad, daughter of Edom, that dwell in the land of Uz. The cup shall pass through to you also; you will get drunk, and shall make yourself naked.
Fryd og glæd dig kun, du Edoms Datter! du, som bor i Landet Uz; ogsaa til dig skal Bægeret komme, du skal blive drukken og blotte dig.
22 The punishment of your iniquity is accomplished, daughter of Zion; he will no more carry you away into captivity. He will visit your iniquity, daughter of Edom; he will uncover your sins.
Din Skyld har en Ende, Zions Datter! han skal ikke mere lade dig bortføre; nu hjemsøger han din Skyld, du Edoms Datter! han aabenbarer dine Synder.
