Lamentations 4
1 How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.
Kor vert då gullet skjemt, det finaste gullet brigda, dei heilage steinarne strådde på kvart eit gatemot!
2 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!
Sions søner, dei dyrverdige, gjæve som skire gullet, kor er dei då haldne jamgode med leirkrukkor, med eit verk av krusmakar-hender!
3 Even the sea monsters draw out the breast, they nurse their young ones: the daughter of my people is become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
Jamvel sjakalarne held fram juret, so ungarne fær suga - Sions dotter heldt seg hard; ho likjest på strussen i øydemarki.
4 The tongue of the nursing child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it to them.
Sogbarns-tunga kleimer seg til gomarne av torste; småborni bed um brød, men ingen etlar deim noko.
5 They that fed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
Dei som fyrr åt forkunnmat, ormegtast no på gatorne; dei som vart borne på skarlak, lyt no liggja i møk.
6 For the punishment of the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the punishment of the sin of Sodom, that was overthrown as in a moment, with no hands laid on her.
Større vart soleis syndeskuldi til mitt folks dotter større enn syndi til Sodoma, som vart søkkt i jordi ein augneblink, utan at hender hjelpte til.
7 Her Nazarites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk, they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was of sapphire:
Hovdingarne hennar var reinare enn snø, kvitare enn mjølk, raudare i holdet enn korallar; som safir såg dei ut.
8 Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
Myrkare enn svart er dei vortne å sjå til, ein kann ikkje kjenna deim att på gata; dei er vortne berre skinn og bein, hudi deira skrukkast som næver på tre.
9 They that are slain with the sword are better than they that are slain with hunger: for these pine away, stricken through for lack of the fruits of the field.
Det var betre for deim som fall for sverd, enn for deim som fall for svolten, deim som talmast av og var tynte av brødløysa.
10 The hands of the tenderhearted women have boiled their own children: they were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Hjartemilde kvende koka sjølve sine eigne born; dei hadde deim til mat, då mitt folks dotter vart tynt.
11 The LORD hath accomplished his fury; he hath poured out his fierce anger, and hath kindled a fire in Zion, and it hath devoured its foundations.
Herren tømde ut sin harm, auste ut sin brennande vreide; i Sion kveikte han eld og snøydde til grunnen.
12 The kings of the earth, and all the inhabitants of the world, would not have believed that the adversary and the enemy should have entered into the gates of Jerusalem.
Ingen konge på jord kunde tru, ingen i all verdi kunde tenkja at motstandar og fiend’ skulde koma inn i Jerusalems portar.
13 For the sins of her prophets, and the iniquities of her priests, that have shed the blood of the just in the midst of her,
Men det hende like vel, for hennar profetar hadde synda, hennar prestar var illgjerningsmenner, dei rende ut blod av rettferdige hjå henne.
14 They have wandered as blind men in the streets, they have polluted themselves with blood, so that men could not touch their garments.
Dei for og vildra i gatorne som blinde, sulka med blod, so ein ikkje kunde taka i klædi deira.
15 They cried to them, Depart ye; it is unclean; depart, depart, touch not: when they fled away and wandered, they said among the heathen, They shall no more sojourn there.
«Hav dykk undan! Urein!» ropa folket framfyre deim; «hav dykk undan, hav dykk undan! kom ikkje burti!» Når dei flydde og vadra ikring, vart det sagt millom folki: «Her fær dei ikkje vera lenger.»
16 The anger of the LORD hath divided them; he will no longer regard them: they respected not the persons of the priests, they favoured not the elders.
Herrens åsyn hev spreidt deim ikring, han ser ikkje lenger til deim. Prestar vyrder dei ikkje, gamle miskunnar dei ikkje.
17 As for us, our eyes as yet failed for our vain help: in our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save us.
Endå stirer våre augo etter hjelp, men til fåfengs. Frå vårt vakttårn einstirde me etter eit folk som ikkje kann hjelpa.
18 They hunt our steps, that we cannot go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
Dei lurer på våre stig, so me ikkje kann ganga på våre gator. Det er nær innpå enden med oss, våre dager er ute, ja, vår ende er komen.
19 Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of heaven: they pursued us upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.
Våre forfylgjarar var snarare enn himmelens ørnar; burtetter fjelli elte dei oss, i øydemarki lurde dei på oss.
20 The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of the LORD, was taken in their pits, of whom we said, Under his shadow we shall live among the heathen.
Vår livsande, den Herren salva, vart fanga i deira løyngraver, han som me sagde dette um: «I hans livd skal me leva millom folki.»
21 Rejoice and be glad, O daughter of Edom, that dwellest in the land of Uz; the cup also shall pass through to thee: thou shalt be drunk, and shalt make thyself naked.
Fagna og gled deg, du Edoms dotter, du som bur i Us-landet! Du og skal drikka same skåli, du skal verta drukki og nækja deg.
22 The punishment of thy iniquity is accomplished, O daughter of Zion; he will no more carry thee away into captivity: he will visit thy iniquity, O daughter of Edom; he will disclose thy sins.
Di misgjerd er ende, Sions dotter. Han vil ikkje gjera deg utlæg att. Di misgjerd vil han heimsøkja, Edoms dotter, gjera synberre dine synder.
