Lamentations 1

1 How is seated alone, the city that abounded with people, hath become as a widow, —She who abounded among the nations was a princess among provinces, hath come under tribute.

Hvor sidder hun ene, den By, saa folkerig før — mægtig blandt Folkene før, men nu som en Enke! Fyrstinden blandt Lande er nu sat til at trælle.

2 She, weepeth sore, in the night, and, her tear, is on her cheek, She hath none to comfort her, of all her lovers, —All her friends, have betrayed her, have become her foes.

Hun græder og græder om Natten med Taarer paa Kind; ingen af alle hendes Elskere bringer hende Trøst, alle Vennerne sveg og blev hendes Fjender.

3 Carried away captive is Judah—because of oppression, and because of great servitude, She, hath remained among the nations, hath found no place of rest, —All her pursuers, have overtaken her, between straits.

Af Trang og tyngende Trældom udvandred Juda; blandt Folkene sidder hun nu og finder ej Ro, alle Forfølgerne naaede hende midt i Trængslerne.

4 The ways to Zion, are mourning, because none come to her appointed feasts, All her gates, are desolate, her priests, are sighing, —her virgins, are grieved, and, she, it is bitter for her.

Vejene til Zion sørger, uden Højtidsgæster, alle hendes Porte er øde, Præsterne sukker, hendes Jomfruer knuges af Kvide, hun selv er i Vaande.

5 Her adversaries have become chief, her foes, are at ease, for, Yahweh, hath grieved her, because of the multitude of her transgressions, —Her children, have gone into captivity, before the adversary.

Hendes Avindsmænd er Herrer, hendes Fjender trygge, thi Kvide fik hun af HERREN for Mængden af Synder, hendes Børn drog bort som Fanger for Fjendens Aasyn.

6 Thus hath gone forth from the daughter of Zion, all that adorned her, —Her princes have become like harts that have found no pasture, and have gone strengthless before the pursuer.

Og bort fra Zions Datter drog al hendes Pragt; som Hjorte, der ej finder Græsning, blev hendes Fyrster, de vandrede kraftløse bort for Forfølgernes Aasyn.

7 Jerusalem hath remembered in the days of her humiliation and her fleeings—all her precious things, which have existed from the days of old, —Now that her people have been falling into the hand of the adversary, with none to help her, the adversaries have seen her, have mocked over her sabbath-keepings.

Jerusalem mindes den Tid, hun blev arm og husvild, (alle sine kostelige Ting fra fordums Dage), i Fjendehaand faldt hendes Folk, og ingen hjalp, Fjender saa til og lo, fordi hun gik under.

8 Jerusalem, hath grievously sinned, For this cause, unto exile, hath she been delivered, —All who used to honour her, have despised her, for they have descried her unseemliness, yea, she herself, hath sighed, and turned back.

Jerusalem syndede svart, blev derfor til Afsky; hun foragtes af alle sine Beundrere, de saa hendes Blusel, derfor sukker hun dybt og vender sig bort.

9 Her impurity, is in her skirts, She hath not remembered her hereafter, Therefore hath she come down wonderfully, none to comfort her, —Behold, O Yahweh, my humiliation, that the foe, hath made himself great.

Hendes Urenhed pletter hendes Slæb, hun betænkte ej Enden; hun sank forfærdende dybt, og ingen trøster. Se min Elendighed, HERRE, thi Fjenden hoverer.

10 His hand, hath the adversary spread out, over all her precious things, —for she saw that, the nations, entered her sanctuary, as to whom thou didst command they should not enter—in the convocation—unto thee!

Avindsmænd bredte deres Haand over alle hendes Skatte, ja, ind i sin Helligdom saa hun Hedninger komme, hvem du havde nægtet Adgang til din Forsamling.

11 All her people, are sighing, seeking bread, They have given their precious things for food, to bring back life, —Behold, O Yahweh, and discern, that I have become worthless.

Alt hendes Folk maatte sukke, søgende Brød; de gav deres Skatte for Mad for at friste Livet. HERRE, se til og giv Agt paa, hvorledes jeg haanes!

12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Look around and see, whether there is pain like my pain, which is severely dealt out to me, —in that Yahweh, hath caused grief, in the day of the glow of his anger?

Alle, som vandrer forbi, giv Agt og se, om det gives en Smerte som den, der er tilføjet mig, hvem HERREN voldte Harm paa sin glødende Vredes Dag.

13 From on high, sent he fire, among my bones, and laid them prostrate, —He spread out a net for my feet, he made me turn back, he made me desolate, all the day, faint.

Fra det høje sendte han Ild, der for ned i mine Ben; han spændte et Net for min Fod, han drev mig tilbage, han gjorde mig øde, syg baade Dag og Nat.

14 The yoke of my transgressions, hath been bound, by his hand—They have intertwined themselves, have come up on my neck, it hath paralysed my strength, —My Lord, hath delivered me, into the hands of those against whom I cannot rise up.

Der vogtedes paa mine Synder, i hans Haand blev de flettet, de kom som et Aag om min Hals, han brød min Kraft; Herren gav mig dem i Vold, som er mig for stærke.

15 My Lord, hath flouted at all my magnates, in my midst, He hath called against me a host, to crush my young men, —A winepress, hath My Lord trodden, to the virgin, the daughter of Judah.

Herren forkasted de vældige udi min Midte, han indbød til Fest paa mig for at knuse mine unge, traadte Persen til Dom over Jomfruen, Judas Datter.

16 For these things, am, I, weeping, Mine eye, mine eye, is running down with waters, for, far from me, is any who could comfort, could bring back my life, —My sons are amazed, for strong is the foe.

Derover græder mit Øje, det strømmer med Taarer, thi langt har jeg til en Trøster, som kvæger min Sjæl; mine Børn er fortabt, thi Fjenden er blevet for stærk.

17 Zion, hath spread forth, her hands, there is none to comfort her, Yahweh, hath given command, respecting Jacob, unto them who surround him—his adversaries, —Jerusalem, hath become as a removed woman, in their midst.

Zion udrækker Hænderne, ingen trøster; mod Jakob opbød HERREN hans Fjender omkring ham; imellem dem er Jerusalem blevet til Afsky.

18 Righteous is Yahweh, for, against his bidding, had I rebelled, —Hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men, have gone into exile.

HERREN, han er retfærdig, jeg modstod hans Mund. Hør dog, alle I Folkeslag, se min Smerte! Mine Jomfruer og unge Mænd drog bort som Fanger.

19 I called to my lovers, they, deceived me, My priests and mine elders, in the city, have breathed their last, —for they sought them food, that they might bring back their life.

Mine Elskere kaldte jeg ad — de svigtede mig; mine Præster og Ældste opgav Aanden i Byen, thi Føde søgte de efter, men intet fandt de.

20 See, O Yahweh, that I am in distress, Mine inward parts, are in ferment, My heart is turned within me, for I have obstinately rebelled, —Without, bereaveth the sword, Within, is like death,

Se, HERRE, hvor jeg er i Vaande, mit Indre i Glød, mit Hjerte er knust i mit Bryst, thi jeg var genstridig; ude mejede Sværdet og inde Døden.

21 They have heard—that, sighing am, I, [and am saying] —There is none to comfort me, All my foes, —having heard of my calamity—have rejoiced, because, thou, hast done it, —thou hast brought in the day thou didst proclaim, So let them become like me.

Hør, hvor jeg sukker, ingen bringer mig Trøst. De hørte min Ulykke, glæded sig, da du greb ind. Lad komme den Dag, du loved, dem gaa det som mig!

22 Let all their wickedness, come in, before thee, and deal thou severely with them, according as thou hast dealt severely with me, for all my transgressions; for many are my sighs, and, my heart, is sick.

Læg al deres Ondskab for dig og gør med dem, som du gjorde med mig til Straf for al min Synd! Thi mange er mine Suk, mit Hjerte er sygt.