Lamentations 1
1 How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! How is she become as a widow! She that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, How is she become tributary!
Kor sit ho då so einsleg, borgi den folkerike! Ho er vorti som ei enkja. Ho den velduge millom folki, fyrstinna millom byarne er trælkvinna vorti.
2 She weepeth bitterly in the night; tears are upon her cheeks; Among all her lovers she hath no comforter; All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they have become her enemies.
Ho græt so sårt um natti, og hennar tåror trillar på kinn. Ho hev ingen trøystar millom alle sine elskarar. Alle hennar vener hev svike henne, dei er vortne hennar fiendar.
3 Judah goeth into exile, because of affliction and because of great servitude; She dwelleth among the nations, she findeth no rest; All her pursuers overtake her in the straits.
Land laut Juda fly, utor trengsla og stor træling. Ho bur millom folki, finn ingen kvildarstad. Alle hennar forfylgjarar nådde henne på trongstigarne.
4 The ways to Zion mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts; All her gates are desolate, her priests sigh, Her virgins wail, and she is in bitterness.
Vegarne til Sion syrgjer av di ingen kjem til høgtiderne. Alle hennar portar er aude, hennar prestar sukkar. Hennar ungmøyar er sorgtyngde, og for henne sjølv er det beiskt.
5 Her adversaries have become the head; her enemies prosper; For Jehovah hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions; Her children are gone into captivity before the enemy.
Hennar uvener er vortne dei fremste, hennar fiendar er velnøgde. For Herren hev lagt sorgi på henne for hennar mange misgjerningar skuld. Hennar småborn for fangar burt framfor fiendens åsyn.
6 From the daughter of Zion all her beauty is departed; Her princes are become like harts, that find no pasture; Without strength, they flee before the pursuer.
So hev kvorve for Sions dotter all hennar pryda. Hennar hovdingar vart som hjortar som ikkje finn beite, og magtstolne gjekk dei der for forfylgjarens åsyn.
7 Jerusalem remembereth, in the days of her affliction and of her oppression, All her pleasant things, which she had in the days of old, When her people fell into the hand of the enemy, and she had no helper; Her adversaries saw her, and mocked at her destruction.
Og i sin vesaldoms dagar, med ho flakkar ikring, kjem Jerusalem i hug sine hugnads-ting, som ho hadde i forne dagar. Då hennar folk fall i fiendehand, og ingen hjelpte henne, då såg fiendarne henne; dei log åt hennar tjon.
8 Jerusalem hath grievously sinned; therefore is she become vile; All that honored her despise her, because they have seen her shame; She sigheth, and turneth backward.
Storleg hev Jerusalem synda, difor hev ho vorte eit styggje. Alle dei som æra henne, vanvyrder henne, for dei såg hennar skam. Ja, ho sjølv sukka og snudde seg ifrå.
9 Her filthiness is upon her skirts; She thought not of her end, therefore is she brought down wonderfully; she hath no comforter. “Behold, O Jehovah, my affliction, for the enemy doth triumph!”
Utsulka er hennar klæde av hennar ureinska; ho tenkte ikkje på endelykti. Hennar fall var reint som eit under; ingen trøysta henne. Sjå, Herre, min stakarsdom, for fienden gjer seg stor.
10 The adversary spreadeth his hands over all her pleasant things; Yea, she seeth the nations enter into her sanctuary, Concerning whom thou didst command that they should not enter into her congregation.
Si hand rette fienden ut etter alle hennar hugnads-ting; ja, ho såg heidningar koma inn i hennar heilagdom, dei som var forbodne å koma i di samling.
11 All her people sigh; they seek bread; They give their precious things for bread to sustain life. “Behold, O Jehovah, and consider, how I am become vile!”
Alt hennar folk sukkar med dei vil finna seg brød; dei gjev sine hugnads-ting for mat til å kveikja sjæli. Sjå, Herre, og skoda etter! for eg hev vorti svivyrd.
12 “Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see, if there be any sorrow like to my sorrow, which is brought upon me, With which Jehovah hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger!
Tek det dykk ikkje, alle de som fer vegen framum? Skoda etter og sjå, um ein lagnad var so tung som min - den sorgi Herren hev etla meg på sin brennande vreide-dag.
13 “From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevailed against them: He hath spread a net for my feet; he hath turned me back; He hath made me desolate, faint all the day long.
Frå høgdi sende han eld i mine bein og trakka deim sund. Han breidde ut eit garn for mine føter, han støytte meg undan, han gjorde meg aud, sjuk all dagen.
14 “The yoke of my transgressions is fastened in his hand; they are twisted together; They are laid upon my neck; he hath made my strength to fall; The Lord hath delivered me into their hands, against whom I cannot stand.
Mitt synde-ok batt han saman med si hand; ihopknytt er det lagt på min hals - tok magti ifrå meg. Herren hev gjeve meg i henderne på deim eg ikkje kann standa meg for.
15 “The Lord hath trodden under foot all my mighty men in the midst of me; He hath called an assembly against me to crush my young men; The Lord hath trodden down the virgin, the daughter of Judah, as in a wine-vat.
Herren agta for inkje alle dei velduge hjå meg; han hev kalla i hop ei samling mot meg til å krasa mine gutar. Herren trødde vinpersa for møyi dotteri Juda.
16 “For these things do I weep; mine eye runneth down with water; For far from me are they that should comfort me, that should restore my strength; My children have perished, because the enemy prevailed.”
Yver dette græt eg; mitt auga, mitt auga let tårorne renna; langt burte frå meg er trøystaren som skulde kveikja mi sjæl. Mine born er tynte, for fienden vart den sterkaste.
17 Zion spreadeth forth her hands, and there is none to comfort her; Jehovah hath given command against Jacob, that his adversaries should be round about him; Jerusalem is become an abhorrence among them.
Sion retter ut sine hender; ingen trøystar hev ho. Herren baud ut imot Jakob hans fiendar rundt ikring; Jerusalem byd deim imot som eitkvart ureint.
18 “Righteous is Jehovah, for I have disobeyed his commandment; Hear, I pray you, all ye nations, and behold my sorrow! My virgins and my young men are gone into captivity.
Rettferdig er han, Herren; for eg gjorde meg hard mot hans munns ord. Høyr no, alle folk, og sjå min tunge lagnad; mine møyar og gutar for fangar burt.
19 “I called upon my lovers, but they have proved false to me; My priests and my elders have expired in the city, While they sought for food to sustain their lives.
Eg kalla på mine elskarar; dei sveik meg. Mine prestar og styresmenner let livet i byen, med dei leita etter mat til å metta seg med.
20 “Behold, O Jehovah, how I am distressed! my bowels boil, My heart turneth itself within me; for I have grievously rebelled. Abroad the sword bereaveth; at home, Death.
Sjå, Herre, eg er i trengsla! Det syd inni bringa og barm, hjarta snur seg i mitt brjost, for eg var so tråssug. Ute hev sverdet gjort meg barnlaus, inne er det som dauden.
21 “They hear how I sigh, yet none comforteth me; mine enemies have heard of my calamity; they rejoice that thou hast done it. O bring the day which thou hast appointed, that they shall be like me!
Dei høyrde kor eg sukka, eg; åt meg var der ingen trøystar. Alle mine fiendar høyrde um mi ulukka; dei gledde seg yver at du hadde gjort det. Men du let koma ein dag du hev forkynt; og då skal dei verta som eg.
22 “Let all their wickedness come before thee, deal thou with them as thou hast dealt with me for all my transgressions! For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.”
Lat all deira vondskap koma for di åsyn, og gjer mot deim som du hev gjort mot meg for alle mine synder skuld. For mine sukkar er mange, og hjarta mitt er sjukt.
