Psalms 79
1 A Psalm by Asaph. God, the nations have come into your inheritance. They have defiled your holy temple. They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.
Gud! Hedningerne have brudt ind i din Arv, de have besmittet dit hellige Tempel, de have gjort Jerusalem til Stenhobe.
2 They have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your holy ones to the animals of the earth.
De have givet dine Tjeneres døde Kroppe hen som Føde til Fuglene under Himmelen, dine helliges Kød til de vilde Dyr i Landet.
3 They have shed their blood like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them.
De have udøst deres Blod som Vand trindt omkring Jerusalem, og der var ingen, som begrov dem.
4 We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and derision to those who are around us.
Vi ere blevne vore Naboer til en Forsmædelse, dem, som ere trindt omkring os, til Spot og Haan.
5 How long, LORD? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire?
Herre, hvor længe vil du være vred evindelig? skal din Nidkærhed brænde som en Ild?
6 Pour out your wrath on the nations that don’t know you, on the kingdoms that don’t call on your name,
Udøs din Harme over Hedningerne, som ikke kende dig, og over de Riger, som ikke paakalde dit Navn.
7 for they have devoured Jacob, and destroyed his homeland.
Thi man har fortæret Jakob og ødelagt hans Bolig.
8 Don’t hold the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your tender mercies speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need.
Kom os ikke Forfædrenes Misgerninger i Hu; skynd dig, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os i Møde, thi vi ere blevne saare ringe.
9 Help us, God of our salvation, for the glory of your name. Deliver us, and forgive our sins, for your name’s sake.
Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud! for dit Navns Æres Skyld og fri os og forlad os vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld.
10 Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants’ blood is being poured out.
Hvorfor skulle Hedningerne sige: Hvor er deres Gud? lad det kendes paa Hedningerne for vore Øjne, at dine Tjeneres Blod, som er udøst, bliver hævnet.
11 Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you. According to the greatness of your power, preserve those who are sentenced to death.
Lad den bundnes Jamren komme for dit Ansigt; hold efter din Arms Vælde dem i Live, som ere Dødens Børn.
12 Pay back to our neighbors seven times into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached you, Lord.
Og betal vore Naboer syvfold i deres Barm deres Forsmædelse, hvormed de forhaanede dig, Herre!
13 So we, your people and sheep of your pasture, will give you thanks forever. We will praise you forever, to all generations.
Men vi, dit Folk og din Græsgangs Hjord ville takke dig evindelig; fra Slægt til Slægt ville vi forkynde din Pris.
