Psalms 79
1 A Psalm of Asaph. O God, nations have come into Thy inheritance, They have defiled Thy holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,
(En Salme af Asaf.) Hedninger er trængt ind i din arvelod, Gud de har besmittet dit hellige Tempel og gjort Jerusalem til en Stenhob;
2 They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.
de har givet Himlens Fugle dine Tjeneres Lig til Æde, Jordens vilde Dyr dine frommes Kød;
3 They have shed their blood As water round about Jerusalem, And there is none burying.
deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
4 We have been a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.
vore Naboer er vi til Hån, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
5 Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as fire.
Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE - for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
6 Pour Thy fury on the nations who have not known Thee, And on kingdoms that have not called in Thy name.
Udøs din Vrede på Folk, der ikke kender dig, på Riger, som ikke påkalder dit Navn;
7 For [one] hath devoured Jacob, And his habitation they have made desolate.
thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
8 Remember not for us the iniquities of forefathers, Haste, let Thy mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.
Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er såre ringe,
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, Because of the honour of Thy name, And deliver us, and cover over our sins, For Thy name's sake.
Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud, for dit Navns Æres Skyld, fri os, forlad vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld!
10 Why do the nations say, 'Where [is] their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.
Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: "Hvor er deres Gud?" Lad dine Tjeneres udgydt Blod blive hævnet på Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.
Lad de fangnes Suk nå hen for dit Åsyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
12 And turn Thou back to our neighbours, Sevenfold unto their bosom, their reproach, Wherewith they reproached Thee, O Lord.
lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Hånen, de viser dig, Herre!
13 And we, Thy people, and the flock of Thy pasture, We give thanks to Thee to the age, To all generations we recount Thy praise!
Men vi dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
