Lamentations 1
1 How the city sits solitary, that was full of people! She has become as a widow, who was great among the nations! She who was a princess among the provinces has become a slave!
Hvor sidder hun ene, den by så folkerig før - mægtig blandt Folkene før, men nu som en Enke! Fyrstinden blandt Lande er nu sat til at trælle.
2 She weeps bitterly in the night. Her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers she has no one to comfort her. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her. They have become her enemies.
Hun græder og græder om Natten med Tårer på Kind; ingen af alle hendes Elskere bringer hende Trøst, alle Vennerne sveg og blev hendes Fjender.
3 Judah has gone into captivity because of affliction and because of great servitude. She dwells among the nations. She finds no rest. All her persecutors overtook her in her distress.
Af Trang og tyngende Trældom udvandred Juda; blandt Folkene sidder hun nu og finder ej Ro, alle Forfølgerne nåede hende midt i Trængslerne.
4 The roads to Zion mourn, because no one comes to the solemn assembly. All her gates are desolate. Her priests sigh. Her virgins are afflicted, and she herself is in bitterness.
Vejene til Zion sørger, uden Højtidsgæster, alle hendes Porte er øde, Præsterne sukker, hendes Jomfruer knuges af Kvide, hun selv er i Vånde.
5 Her adversaries have become the head. Her enemies prosper; for the LORD has afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions. Her young 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 Åsyn.
6 All majesty has departed from the daughter of Zion. Her princes have become like deer that find no pasture. They have gone without strength 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 Åsyn.
7 Jerusalem remembers in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that were from the days of old; when her people fell into the hand of the adversary, and no one helped her. The adversaries saw her. They mocked at her desolations.
Jerusalem mindes den Tid, hun blev arm og husvild, (alle sine kostelige Ting fra fordums Dage), i Fjendehånd faldt hendes Folk, og ingen hjalp, Fjender så til og lo, fordi hun gik under.
8 Jerusalem has grievously sinned. Therefore she has become unclean. All who honored her despise her, because they have seen her nakedness. Yes, she sighs and turns backward.
Jerusalem syndede svart, blev derfor til Afsky; hun foragtes af alle sine Beundrere, de så hendes Blusel, derfor sukker hun dybt og vender sig bort.
9 Her filthiness was in her skirts. She didn’t remember her latter end. Therefore she has come down astoundingly. She has no comforter. “See, LORD, my affliction; for the enemy has magnified himself.”
Hendes Urenhed pletter hendes Slæb, hun betænkte ej Enden; hun sank forfærdende dybt, og ingen trøster. Se min Elendighed, HERRE, thi Fjenden hoverer.
10 The adversary has spread out his hand on all her pleasant things; for she has seen that the nations have entered into her sanctuary, concerning whom you commanded that they should not enter into your assembly.
Avindsmænd bredte deres Hånd over alle hendes Skatte, ja, ind i sin Helligdom så hun Hedninger komme, hvem du havde nægtet Adgang til din Forsamling.
11 All her people sigh. They seek bread. They have given their pleasant things for food to refresh their soul. “Look, LORD, and see, for I have become despised.”
Alt hendes Folk måtte sukke, søgende Brød; de gav deres Skatte for Mad for at friste Livet. HERRE, se til og giv Agt på, hvorledes jeg hånes!
12 “Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, with which the LORD has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
Alle, som vandrer forbi, giv Agt og se, om det gives en Smerte som den, der er tilføjet mig, hvem HERREN voldte Harm på sin glødende Vredes Dag.
13 “From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them. He has spread a net for my feet. He has turned me back. He has made me desolate and I faint all day long.
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 både Dag og Nat.
14 “The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand. They are knit together. They have come up on my neck. He made my strength fail. The Lord has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
Der vogtedes på mine Synder, i hans Hånd blev de flettet, de kom som et Åg om min Hals, han brød min Kraft; Herren gav mig dem i Vold, som, er mig for stærke.
15 “The Lord has set at nothing all my mighty men within me. He has called a solemn assembly against me to crush my young men. The Lord has trodden the virgin daughter of Judah as in a wine press.
Herren forkasted de vældige udi min Midte, han indbød til Fest på mig for at knuse mine unge, trådte Persen til Dom over Jomfruen, Judas Datter.
16 “For these things I weep. My eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.”
Derover græder mit Øje, det strømmer med Tårer, thi langt har jeg til en Trøster, som kvæger min Sjæl; mine Børn er fortabt, thi Fjenden er blevet for stærk.
17 Zion spreads out her hands. There is no one to comfort her. The LORD has commanded concerning Jacob, that those who are around him should be his adversaries. Jerusalem is among them as an unclean thing.
Zion udrækker Hænderne, ingen trøster; mod Jakob opbød HERREN hans Fjender omkring ham; imellem dem er Jerusalem blevet til Afsky.
18 “The LORD is righteous, for I have rebelled against his commandment. Please hear all you peoples, and see my sorrow. My virgins and my young men have gone into captivity.
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 for my lovers, but they deceived me. My priests and my elders gave up the spirit in the city, while they sought food for themselves to refresh their souls.
Mine Elskere kaldte jeg ad de svigtede mig; mine Præster og Ældste opgav Ånden i Byen, thi Føde søgte de efter, men intet fandt de.
20 “Look, LORD; for I am in distress. My heart is troubled. My heart turns over within me, for I have grievously rebelled. Abroad, the sword bereaves. At home, it is like death.
Se, HERRE, hvor jeg er i Vånde, 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 I sigh. There is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble. They are glad that you have done it. You will bring the day that you have proclaimed, and they will be 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 gå det som mig!
22 “Let all their wickedness come before you. Do to them as you have done to me for all my transgressions. For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
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.
