Klagesangene 1
1 Hvor ensom hun sitter, den folkerike stad! Hun er blitt som en enke; den store blandt folkene, fyrstinnen i landene er blitt til træl!
[ALEPH-BET] How she has sat alone, The city abounding with people! She has been as a widow, The mighty among nations! Princes among provinces, She has become tributary!
2 Sårt gråter hun om natten, og hennes tårer rinner på hennes kinn; hun har ingen trøster blandt alle sine elskere; alle hennes venner har vært troløse mot henne, de er blitt hennes fiender.
She weeps severely in the night, And her tear [is] on her cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.
3 I landflyktighet er Juda vandret, efter trengsel og megen møie; det bor iblandt folkene, har ikke funnet hvile; alle dets forfølgere har innhentet det på trange steder.
Removed has Judah because of affliction, And because of the abundance of her service; She has dwelt among nations, She has not found rest, All her pursuers have overtaken her between the straits.
4 Veiene til Sion sørger fordi ingen kommer til festene; alle dets porter er øde, dets prester sukker, dets jomfruer er sorgfulle, og det selv er bitterlig bedrøvet.
The ways of Zion are mourning, Without any coming at the appointed time, All her gates are desolate, her priests sigh, Her virgins are afflicted—and she has bitterness.
5 Dets motstandere er blitt dets herrer, dets fiender er trygge, for Herren har lagt sorg på det for dets mange overtredelsers skyld; dets små barn har fienden ført i fangenskap.
Her adversaries have become chief, Her enemies have been at ease, For YHWH has afflicted her, For the abundance of her transgressions, Her infants have gone captive before the adversary.
6 Fra Sions datter svant all hennes prakt; hennes fyrster blev lik hjorter som ikke finner beite, og de gikk der uten kraft for forfølgerens åsyn.
And all her honor goes out from the daughter of Zion, Her princes have been as harts—They have not found pasture, And they go powerless before a pursuer.
7 I sin elendighets og landflyktighets tid kommer Jerusalem i hu alle de herligheter som hun hadde fra fordums dager; da hennes folk falt for fiendens hånd, og hun ingen hjelper hadde, da så fiendene henne, de spottet over det hun hadde tapt.
Jerusalem has remembered [In] the days of her affliction and her mournings, all her desirable things that were from the days of old, In the falling of her people into the hand of an adversary, And she has no helper; Adversaries have seen her, They have laughed at her cessation.
8 Storlig har Jerusalem syndet, derfor er hun blitt til en vederstyggelighet; alle de som æret henne, forakter henne, for de så hennes blusel; hun selv sukket og vendte sig bort.
A sin has Jerusalem sinned, Therefore she has become impure, All who honored her have esteemed her lightly, For they have seen her nakedness, Indeed, she herself has sighed and turns backward.
9 Hennes urenhet hang ved hennes kjortelfliker; hun tenkte ikke på hvad ende det vilde ta med henne; da sank hun på underlig vis, ingen trøstet henne. Herre, se min elendighet! Fienden gjør sig stor.
Her uncleanness [is] in her skirts, She has not remembered her latter end, And she comes down wonderfully, There is no comforter for her. See, O YHWH, my affliction, For an enemy has exerted himself.
10 Fienden rakte sin hånd ut efter alle hennes kostelige ting; for hun så hedninger komme inn i hennes helligdom, de som du bød ikke skulde komme inn i din menighet.
His hand has spread out an adversary On all her desirable things, For she has seen—Nations have entered her sanctuary, Concerning which You commanded, “They do not come into the assembly to you.”
11 Alt hennes folk sukker og søker efter brød; de gir sine kostelige ting bort for mat, for å opholde livet. Se, Herre, se hvor foraktet jeg er blitt!
All her people are sighing—seeking bread, They have given their desirable things For food to refresh the body; See, O YHWH, and behold attentively, For I have been lightly esteemed.
12 Går det eder ikke til hjerte, alle I som går forbi på veien? Sku og se om det finnes en smerte lik den smerte som er voldt mig, den som Herren har bedrøvet mig med på sin brennende vredes dag!
[Is it] nothing to you, all you passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom YHWH has afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
13 Fra det høie sendte han ild i mine ben og lot den råde; han spente ut garn for mine føtter, han støtte mig tilbake, han gjorde mig elendig, syk hele dagen.
From above He has sent fire into my bone, And it subdues it, He has spread a net for my feet, He has turned me backward, He has made me desolate—all the day sick.
14 Mine overtredelser er knyttet sammen ved hans hånd til et åk; sammenslynget er de lagt på min nakke; han har brutt min kraft. Herren har gitt mig i hendene på dem som jeg ikke kan stå imot.
Bound has been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He has caused my power to stumble, The Lord has given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
15 Herren forkastet alle de kjemper som fantes hos mig, han kalte sammen en folkeskare mot mig for å knuse mine unge menn; Herren trådte vinpersen for jomfruen, Judas datter.
The Lord has trodden down all my mighty ones in my midst, He proclaimed an appointed time against me, To destroy my young men, The Lord has trodden a winepress, To the virgin daughter of Judah.
16 Over dette gråter jeg, mitt øie, mitt øie flyter bort i vann; for langt fra mig er trøsteren som kunde husvale min sjel; mine barn er ødelagt, for fienden fikk overhånd.
For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For a comforter has been far from me, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty has been an enemy.
17 Sion rekker ut sine hender, det har ingen trøster; Herren har kalt sammen mot Jakob hans fiender rundt omkring; Jerusalem er blitt til en vederstyggelighet blandt dem.
Zion has spread forth her hands, There is no comforter for her, YHWH has charged concerning Jacob, His neighbors [are] his adversaries, Jerusalem has become impure among them.
18 Herren er rettferdig, for jeg var gjenstridig mot hans bud. Hør, alle folk, og se min smerte! Mine jomfruer og mine unge menn er gått i fangenskap.
YHWH is righteous, For I have provoked His mouth. Now hear, all you peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men have gone into captivity.
19 Jeg ropte på mine elskere; de svek mig. Mine prester og mine eldste opgav ånden i byen da de søkte efter mat for å opholde livet.
I called for my lovers, they have deceived me, My priests and my elderly have expired in the city; When they have sought food for themselves, Then they give back their soul.
20 Se, Herre, jeg er i trengsel! Det gjærer i mitt indre, mitt hjerte vender sig i mitt bryst; for jeg har vært gjenstridig; utenfor har sverdet gjort mig barnløs, innenfor er det som døden.
See, O YHWH, for distress [is] to me, My bowels have been troubled, My heart has been turned in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From outside the sword has bereaved, In the house [it is] as death.
21 De hørte at jeg sukket, det var ingen som trøstet mig; alle mine fiender hørte om min ulykke, de gledet sig over at du har gjort det. Men du lar komme en dag som du har forkynt, og da skal de bli som jeg.
They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that You have done [it], You have brought in the day You have called, And they are like to me.
22 La all deres ondskap komme for ditt åsyn, og gjør mot dem som du har gjort mot mig for alle mine overtredelsers skyld! For mine sukk er mange, og mitt hjerte er sykt.
All their evil comes in before You, And one is doing to them as You have done to me, For all my transgressions, For many [are] my sighs, and my heart [is] sick!
