Psalms 102
1 [A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before YHWH.] Hear my prayer, YHWH. Let my cry come to you.
Bøn af en elendig, naar hans Kraft svigter, og han udøser sin Klage for HERREN.
2 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
HERRE, lyt til min Bøn, lad mit Raab komme til dig,
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned like a hearth.
skjul dog ikke dit Aasyn for mig; den Dag jeg stedes i Nød, bøj da dit Øre til mig; naar jeg kalder, saa skynd dig og svar mig!
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
Thi mine Dage svinder som Røg, mine Ledemod brænder som Ild;
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
mit Hjerte er svedet og visnet som Græs, thi jeg glemmer at spise mit Brød.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
Under min Stønnen klæber mine Ben til Huden;
7 I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
jeg ligner Ørkenens Pelikan, er blevet som Uglen paa øde Steder;
8 My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
om Natten ligger jeg vaagen og jamrer saa ensom som Fugl paa Taget;
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
mine Fjender haaner mig hele Dagen; de, der spotter mig, sværger ved mig.
10 Because of your indignation and your wrath, for you have taken me up, and thrown me away.
Thi Støv er mit daglige Brød, jeg blander min Drik med Taarer
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
over din Harme og Vrede, fordi du tog mig og slængte mig bort;
12 But you, YHWH, will abide forever; your renown endures to all generations.
mine Dage hælder som Skyggen, som Græsset visner jeg hen.
13 You will arise and have mercy on Zion; for it is time to have pity on her. Yes, the set time has come.
Men du troner evindelig, HERRE, du ihukommes fra Slægt til Slægt;
14 For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and have pity on her dust.
du vil rejse dig og forbarme dig over Zion, naar Naadens Tid, naar Timen er inde;
15 So the nations will fear the name of YHWH; all the kings of the earth your glory.
thi dine Tjenere elsker dets Sten og ynkes over dets Grushobe.
16 For YHWH has built up Zion. He has appeared in his glory.
Og HERRENS Navn skal Folkene frygte, din Herlighed alle Jordens Konger;
17 He has responded to the prayer of the destitute, and has not despised their prayer.
thi HERREN opbygger Zion, han lader sig se i sin Herlighed;
18 This will be written for the generation to come, that a people yet to be created may praise JAH.
han vender sig til de hjælpeløses Bøn, lader ej deres Bøn uænset.
19 For he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary. From heaven, YHWH looked at the earth;
For Efterslægten skal det optegnes, et Folk, der skal fødes, skal prise HERREN;
20 to hear the groans of the prisoner; to free those who are condemned to death;
thi han ser ned fra sin hellige Højsal, HERREN skuer ned fra Himmel til Jord
21 that men may declare the name of YHWH in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem;
for at høre de fangnes Stønnen og give de dødsdømte Frihed,
22 when the peoples are gathered together, the kingdoms, to serve YHWH.
at HERRENS Navn kan forkyndes i Zion, hans Pris i Jerusalem,
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
naar Folkeslag og Riger til Hobe samles for at tjene HERREN.
24 I said, "My God, do not take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.
Han lammed min Kraft paa Vejen, forkorted mit Liv.
25 In the beginning, YHWH, you established the foundation of the earth. The heavens are the works of your hands.
Jeg siger: Min Gud, tag mig ikke bort i Dagenes Hælvt! Dine Aar er fra Slægt til Slægt.
26 They will perish, but you remain; and they will all wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.
Du grundfæsted fordum Jorden, Himlene er dine Hænders Værk;
27 But you are the same. Your years will have no end.
de falder, men du bestaar, alle slides de op som en Klædning;
28 The children of your servants will continue, and their descendants will be established before you."
som Klæder skifter du dem; de skiftes, men du er den samme, og dine Aar faar aldrig Ende! Dine Tjeneres Børn fæster Bo, deres Sæd skal bestaa for dit Aasyn.
