< Klagesangene 1 >

1 Kor sit ho då so einsleg, borgi den folkerike! Ho er vorti som ei enkja. Ho den velduge millom folki, fyrstinna millom byarne er trælkvinna vorti.
Aleph. How doth the city sit solitary that was full of people! how is the mistress of the Gentiles become as a widow: the princes of provinces made tributary!
2 Ho græt so sårt um natti, og hennar tåror trillar på kinn. Ho hev ingen trøystar millom alle sine elskarar. Alle hennar vener hev svike henne, dei er vortne hennar fiendar.
Beth. Weeping she hath wept in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: there is none to comfort her among all them that were dear to her: all her friends have despised her, and are become her enemies.
3 Land laut Juda fly, utor trengsla og stor træling. Ho bur millom folki, finn ingen kvildarstad. Alle hennar forfylgjarar nådde henne på trongstigarne.
Ghimel. Juda hath removed her dwelling place because of her affliction, and the greatness of her bondage: she hath dwelt among the nations, and she hath found no rest: all her persecutors have taken her in the midst of straits.
4 Vegarne til Sion syrgjer av di ingen kjem til høgtiderne. Alle hennar portar er aude, hennar prestar sukkar. Hennar ungmøyar er sorgtyngde, og for henne sjølv er det beiskt.
Daleth. The ways of Sion mourn, because there are none that come to the solemn feast: all her gates are broken down: her priests sigh: her virgins are in affliction, and she is oppressed with bitterness.
5 Hennar uvener er vortne dei fremste, hennar fiendar er velnøgde. For Herren hev lagt sorgi på henne for hennar mange misgjerningar skuld. Hennar småborn for fangar burt framfor fiendens åsyn.
He. Her adversaries are become her lords, her enemies are enriched: because the Lord hath spoken against her for the multitude of her iniquities: her children are led into captivity: before the face of the oppressor.
6 So hev kvorve for Sions dotter all hennar pryda. Hennar hovdingar vart som hjortar som ikkje finn beite, og magtstolne gjekk dei der for forfylgjarens åsyn.
Vau. And from the daughter of Sion all her beauty is departed: her princes are become like rams that find no pastures: and they are gone away without strength before the face of the pursuer.
7 Og i sin vesaldoms dagar, med ho flakkar ikring, kjem Jerusalem i hug sine hugnads-ting, som ho hadde i forne dagar. Då hennar folk fall i fiendehand, og ingen hjelpte henne, då såg fiendarne henne; dei log åt hennar tjon.
Zain. Jerusalem hath remembered the days of her affliction, and prevarication of all her desirable things which she had from the days of old, when her people fell in the enemy’s hand, and there was no helper: the enemies have seen her, and have mocked at her sabbaths.
8 Storleg hev Jerusalem synda, difor hev ho vorte eit styggje. Alle dei som æra henne, vanvyrder henne, for dei såg hennar skam. Ja, ho sjølv sukka og snudde seg ifrå.
Heth. Jerusalem hath grievously sinned, therefore is she become unstable: all that honoured her have despised her, because they have seen her shame: but she sighed and turned backward.
9 Utsulka er hennar klæde av hennar ureinska; ho tenkte ikkje på endelykti. Hennar fall var reint som eit under; ingen trøysta henne. Sjå, Herre, min stakarsdom, for fienden gjer seg stor.
Teth. Her filthiness is on her feet, and she hath not remembered her end: she is wonderfully cast down, not having a comforter: behold, O Lord, my affliction, because the enemy is lifted up.
10 Si hand rette fienden ut etter alle hennar hugnads-ting; ja, ho såg heidningar koma inn i hennar heilagdom, dei som var forbodne å koma i di samling.
Jod. The enemy hath put out his hand to all her desirable things: for she hath seen the Gentiles enter into her sanctuary, of whom thou gavest commandment that they should not enter into thy church.
11 Alt hennar folk sukkar med dei vil finna seg brød; dei gjev sine hugnads-ting for mat til å kveikja sjæli. Sjå, Herre, og skoda etter! for eg hev vorti svivyrd.
Caph. All her people sigh, they seek bread: they have given all their precious things for food to relieve the soul: see, O Lord, and consider, for I am become vile.
12 Tek det dykk ikkje, alle de som fer vegen framum? Skoda etter og sjå, um ein lagnad var so tung som min - den sorgi Herren hev etla meg på sin brennande vreide-dag.
Lamed. O all ye that pass by the way, attend, and see if there be any sorrow like to my sorrow: for he hath made a vintage of me, as the Lord spoke in the day of his fierce anger.
13 Frå høgdi sende han eld i mine bein og trakka deim sund. Han breidde ut eit garn for mine føter, han støytte meg undan, han gjorde meg aud, sjuk all dagen.
Mem. From above he hath sent fire into my bones, and hath chastised me: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate, wasted with sorrow all the day long.
14 Mitt synde-ok batt han saman med si hand; ihopknytt er det lagt på min hals - tok magti ifrå meg. Herren hev gjeve meg i henderne på deim eg ikkje kann standa meg for.
Nun. The yoke of my iniquities hath watched: they are folded together in his hand, and put upon my neck: my strength is weakened: the Lord hath delivered me into a hand out of which I am not able to rise.
15 Herren agta for inkje alle dei velduge hjå meg; han hev kalla i hop ei samling mot meg til å krasa mine gutar. Herren trødde vinpersa for møyi dotteri Juda.
Samech. The Lord hath taken away all my mighty men out of the midst of me: he hath called against me the time, to destroy my chosen men: the Lord hath trodden the winepress for the virgin daughter of Juda.
16 Yver dette græt eg; mitt auga, mitt auga let tårorne renna; langt burte frå meg er trøystaren som skulde kveikja mi sjæl. Mine born er tynte, for fienden vart den sterkaste.
Ain. Therefore do I weep, and my eyes run down with water: because the comforter, the relief of my soul, is far from me: my children are desolate because the enemy hath prevailed.
17 Sion retter ut sine hender; ingen trøystar hev ho. Herren baud ut imot Jakob hans fiendar rundt ikring; Jerusalem byd deim imot som eitkvart ureint.
Phe. Sion hath spread forth her hands, there is none to comfort her: the Lord hath commanded against Jacob, his enemies are round about him: Jerusalem is as a menstruous woman among them.
18 Rettferdig er han, Herren; for eg gjorde meg hard mot hans munns ord. Høyr no, alle folk, og sjå min tunge lagnad; mine møyar og gutar for fangar burt.
Sade. The Lord is just, for I have provoked his mouth to wrath: hear, I pray you, all ye people, and see my sorrow: my virgins, and my young men are gone into captivity.
19 Eg kalla på mine elskarar; dei sveik meg. Mine prestar og styresmenner let livet i byen, med dei leita etter mat til å metta seg med.
Coph. I called for my friends, but they deceived me: my priests and my ancients pined away in the city: while they sought their food, to relieve their souls.
20 Sjå, Herre, eg er i trengsla! Det syd inni bringa og barm, hjarta snur seg i mitt brjost, for eg var so tråssug. Ute hev sverdet gjort meg barnlaus, inne er det som dauden.
Res. Behold, O Lord, for I am in distress, my bowels are troubled: my heart is turned within me, for I am full of bitterness: abroad the sword destroyeth, and at home there is death alike.
21 Dei høyrde kor eg sukka, eg; åt meg var der ingen trøystar. Alle mine fiendar høyrde um mi ulukka; dei gledde seg yver at du hadde gjort det. Men du let koma ein dag du hev forkynt; og då skal dei verta som eg.
Sin. They have heard that I sigh, and there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my evil, they have rejoiced that thou hast done it: thou hast brought a day of consolation, and they shall be like unto me.
22 Lat all deira vondskap koma for di åsyn, og gjer mot deim som du hev gjort mot meg for alle mine synder skuld. For mine sukkar er mange, og hjarta mitt er sjukt.
Thau. Let all their evil be present before thee: and make vintage of them, as thou hast made vintage of me for all my iniquities: for my sighs are many, and my heart is sorrowful.

< Klagesangene 1 >