Lamentations 2

1 How doth the Lord cloud in His anger the daughter of Zion, He hath cast from heaven [to] earth the beauty of Israel, And hath not remembered His footstool in the day of His anger.

Hvor har dog Herren i Vrede lagt mulm over Zion, slængt Israels herlighed ned fra Himmel til Jord og glemt sine Fødders Skammel på sin Vredes Dag.

2 Swallowed up hath the Lord, He hath not pitied any of the pleasant places of Jacob, He hath broken down in His wrath The fortresses of the daughter of Judah, He hath caused to come to the earth, He polluted the kingdom and its princes.

Herren har skånselsløst opslugt hver Bolig i Jakob, han nedbrød i Vrede Judas Datters Borge, slog dem til Jorden, skændede Rige og Fyrster,

3 He hath cut off in the heat of anger every horn of Israel, He hath turned backward His right hand From the face of the enemy, And He burneth against Jacob as a flaming fire, It hath devoured round about.

afhugged i glødende Vrede hvert Horn i Israel; sin højre drog han tilbage for Fjendens Åsyn og brændte i Jakob som en Lue, der åd overalt.

4 He hath trodden His bow as an enemy, Stood hath His right hand as an adversary, And He slayeth all the desirable ones of the eye, In the tent of the daughter of Zion, He hath poured out as fire His fury.

På Fjendevis spændte han Buen, stod som en Uven; han dræbte al Øjnenes Lyst i Zions Datters Telt, udgød sin Vrede som Ild.

5 The Lord hath been as an enemy, He hath swallowed up Israel, He hath swallowed up all her palaces, He hath destroyed His fortresses, And He multiplieth in the daughter of Judah Mourning and moaning.

Herren har vist sig som Fjende, opslugt Israel, opslugt alle Paladser, lagt Borgene øde, ophobet Jammer på Jammer i Judas Datter.

6 And He shaketh as a garden His tabernacle, He hath destroyed His appointed place, Jehovah hath forgotten in Zion the appointed time and sabbath, And despiseth, in the indignation of His anger, king and priest.

Han nedrev sin Hytte, lagde sit Feststed øde, HERREN lod Fest og Sabbat gå ad Glemme i Zion, bortstødte i heftig Vrede Konge og Præst.

7 The Lord hath cast off His altar, He hath rejected His sanctuary, He hath shut up into the hand of the enemy The walls of her palaces, A noise they have made in the house of Jehovah Like a day of appointment.

Herren forkasted sit Alter, brød med sin Helligdom, hengav i Fjendens Hånd dets Paladsers Mure; man skreg i HERRENs Hus som på Festens Dag.

8 Devised hath Jehovah to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion, He hath stretched out a line, He hath not turned His hand from destroying, And He causeth bulwark and wall to mourn, Together — they have been weak.

HERREN fik i Sinde at ødelægge Zions Datters Mur, han udspændte Snoren, holdt ikke sin Hånd fra Fordærv, lod Vold og Mur få Sorg, de vansmægted sammen.

9 Sunk into the earth have her gates, He hath destroyed and broken her bars, Her king and her princes [are] among the nations, There is no law, also her prophets Have not found vision from Jehovah.

I Jorden sank hendes Porte, Slåerne brød han. Blandt Folkene bor uden Lov hendes Konge og Fyrster, og ikke fanger Profeterne Syn fra HERREN.

10 Sit on the earth — keep silent do the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have caused dust to go up on their head, They have girded on sackcloth, Put down to the earth their head have the virgins of Jerusalem.

Zions datters Ældste sidder på Jorden i Tavshed; på Hovedet kaster de Støv, de er klædt i Sæk; Jerusalems Jomfruer sænker mod Jord deres Hoved.

11 Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,

Mine Øjne hensvinder i Gråd, mit Indre gløder, mit Hjerte er knust, fordi mit Folk er brudt sammen; thi Børn og spæde forsmægter på Byens Torve;

12 To their mothers they say, 'Where [are] corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.

hver spørger sin Moder: "Hvor er der Korn og Vin?" forsmægter på Byens Torve som en, der er såret, idet de udånder Sjælen ved Moderens Bryst.

13 What do I testify [to] thee, what do I liken to thee, O daughter of Jerusalem? What do I equal to thee, and I comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Zion? For great as a sea [is] thy breach, Who doth give healing to thee?

Med hvad skal jeg stille dig lige, Jerusalems Datter, hvormed skal jeg ligne og trøste dig, Zions Jomfru? Thi dit Sammenbrud er stort som Havet, hvo læger dig vel?

14 Thy prophets have seen for thee a false and insipid thing, And have not revealed concerning thine iniquity, To turn back thy captivity, And they see for thee false burdens and causes of expulsion.

Profeternes Syner om dig var Tomhed og Løgn, de afsløred ikke din Skyld for at vende din Skæbne, Synerne gav dig kun tomme, vildende Udsagn.

15 Clapped hands at thee have all passing by the way, They have hissed — and they shake the head At the daughter of Jerusalem: 'Is this the city of which they said: The perfection of beauty, a joy to all the land?'

Over dig slog de Hænderne sammen, de, hvis Vej faldt forbi, de hån fløjted, rysted på Hoved ad Jerusalems Datter: "Er det da Byen, man kaldte den fuldendt skønne, al Jordens Glæde?"

16 Opened against thee their mouth have all thine enemies, They have hissed, yea, they gnash the teeth, They have said: 'We have swallowed [her] up, Surely this [is] the day that we looked for, We have found — we have seen.'

De opspærred Munden imod dig, alle dine Fjender, hånfløjted, skar Tænder og sagde: "Vi opslugte hende; ja, det er Dagen, vi vented, vi fik den at se."

17 Jehovah hath done that which He devised, He hath fulfilled His saying That He commanded from the days of old, He hath broken down and hath not pitied, And causeth an enemy to rejoice over thee, He lifted up the horn of thine adversaries.

HERREN har gjort, som han tænkte, fuldbyrdet det Ord, han sendte i fordums Dage, brudt ned uden Skånsel, ladet Fjender glæde sig over dig, rejst Uvenners Horn.

18 Cried hath their heart unto the Lord; O wall of the daughter of Zion, Cause to go down as a stream tears daily and nightly, Give not rest to thyself, Let not the daughter of thine eye stand still.

Råb højt til Herren, du Jomfru, Zions Datter, lad Tårerne strømme som Bække ved Dag og ved Nat, und dig ej Ro, lad ikke dit Øje få Hvile!

19 Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out as water thy heart, Over against the face of the Lord, Lift up unto Him thy hands, for the soul of thine infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.

Stå op og klag dig om Natten, når Vagterne skifter, udøs dit Hjerte som Vand for Herrens Åsyn, løft dine Hænder til ham for Børnenes Liv, som forsmægter af Hunger ved alle Gadernes Hjørner.

20 See, O Jehovah, and look attentively, To whom Thou hast acted thus, Do women eat their fruit, infants of a handbreadth? Slain in the sanctuary of the Lord are priest and prophet?

HERRE se til og agt på, mod hvem du har gjort det. Skal Kvinder da æde den Livsfrugt, de kælede for, myrdes i Herrens Helligdom Præst og Profet?

21 Lain on the earth [in] out-places have young and old, My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword, Thou hast slain in a day of Thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered — Thou hast not pitied.

I Gaderne ligger på Jorden unge og gamle, mine Jomfruer og mine Ynglinge faldt for Sværdet; på din Vredesdag slog du ihjel, hugged ned uden Skånsel.

22 Thou dost call as [at] a day of appointment, My fears from round about, And there hath not been in the day of the anger of Jehovah, An escaped and remaining one, They whom I stretched out and nourished, My enemy hath consumed!

Du bød mine Rædsler til Fest fra alle Sider. På HERRENs Vredes Dag undslap og frelstes ingen; min Fjende tilintetgjorde dem, jeg plejed og fostred.