Lamentations 4
1 How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed! The hallowed stones are cast forth at the head of every street.
Hvorledes er Guldet fordunklet, det kostelige Guld forkastet, de hellige Stene henkastede paa alle Gadehjørner!
2 The noble sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, 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 The very jackals reach forth the breast; they suckle their young; But the daughter of my people is become cruel, like the ostriches of the desert.
Endog Drager række Brystet frem, de give deres Unger Die; mit Folks Datter er bleven grusom, lig Strudser i Ørken.
4 The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst; Young children ask for bread, and no man breaketh it for them.
Den diendes Tunge hænger ved hans Gane af Tørst; spæde Børn begære Brød, der er ingen, som rækker dem det.
5 Those that fed on dainties are desolate in the streets; Those that have been brought up in scarlet embrace the dunghill.
De, som aade de kostelige Retter, ere omkomne paa Gaderne; de, som vare opfostrede i Skarlagen, de omfavne Skarnet.
6 The punishment of the daughter of my people is greater than the punishment of Sodom, Which was overthrown in a moment, though no hands came against 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 princes were purer than snow, whiter than milk; More ruddy than coral was their body; Their visage was of sapphire.
Hendes Nasiræer vare renere end Sne, hvidere end Mælk, paa Legemet vare de rødere end Koraller, deres Skabning var som Safiren.
8 Now darker than a coal is their countenance; they are not known in the streets. Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is become dry, like wood.
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 More fortunate are the slain by the sword than the slain by famine; For these pine away, stricken through for want 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 tender-hearted women 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 Jehovah hath spent upon them his fury; he hath poured out his fierce anger; He hath kindled a fire in Zion, which hath 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 believed not, nor all the inhabitants of the world, That the adversary would enter, and the enemy, within 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 was on account of the sins of her prophets, and the iniquities of her priests, Who shed in the midst of her the blood of the righteous.
Formedelst dens Profeters Synder, formedelst dens Præsters Misgerninger, de, som udøste de retfærdiges Blod midt i den,
14 They stumbled like blind men through the streets, polluted with blood, So that men could not 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 “Depart! unclean!” men cried to them. “Depart, depart, touch not!” As they fled, they stumbled; men said among the nations, “They shall dwell there no more.”
„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 anger of Jehovah hath scattered them; he will no more care for them; They paid no regard to the priests, they had no compassion for 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 Still did our eyes fail, looking for help in vain; On our watch-tower did we watch for a nation that could not save us.
Endnu forsmægte vore Øjne forgæves efter vor Hjælp; paa vor Vare spejde vi efter et Folk, som ikke kunde frelse.
18 They laid snares for our steps, so that we could not go in our streets; Our end is near; our days are accomplished, yea, our end is 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 Swifter were our pursuers than the eagles of heaven; They chased us upon the mountains; they laid 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 Jehovah, was taken in their pits, Under whose shadow we said that we should 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, O daughter of Edom, that dwellest in the land of Uz! Yet to thee also shall the cup come! thou shalt be drunken, and shalt expose thy nakedness.
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 Thy punishment is at an end, O daughter of Zion! no more will he carry thee into captivity; But thine iniquity will he punish, O daughter of Edom! he will uncover thy 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.
