Klagesangene 2
1 Kor hev Herren i sin vreide sveipt Sions dotter i myrkeskodda! Han kasta frå himmelen ned til jordi Israels herlegdom, og han kom ikkje i hug sin fotskammel på sin vreide-dag.
How the Lord has covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in his anger! He has cast down the beauty of Israel from heaven to the earth, and has not remembered his footstool in the day of his anger.
2 Utan nåde lagde Herren i øyde alle Jakobs bustader. I sin vreide reiv han ned for dotteri Juda hennar sterke borger og kasta deim til jordi. Han vanhelga riket og hovdingarne.
The Lord has swallowed up all the habitations of Jacob, and has not pitied. In his wrath he has thrown down the strongholds of the daughter of Judah. He has brought them down to the ground. He has profaned the kingdom and the rulers thereof.
3 I sin brennande vreide hogg han av alle Israels horn; han drog si høgre hand attende, endå fienden var der. Han brende Jakob lik ein eldsloge som øyder rundt ikring.
In fierce anger he has cut off all the horn of Israel. He has drawn back his right hand from before the enemy. And he has burned up Jacob like a flaming fire which devours round about.
4 Han spente sin boge som ein fiend’, med si høgre hand stod han fram som ein motstandar og drap alt våre augo hadde hugnad i. I tjeldet åt Sions dotter auste han ut sin vreide som ein eld.
He has bent his bow like an enemy. He has stood with his right hand as an adversary, and has slain all who were pleasant to the eye. He has poured out his wrath like fire in the tent of the daughter of Zion.
5 Herren er vorten som ein fiend’, han hev lagt Israel i øyde, lagt alle hennar slott i øyde, gjort tjon på hennar borgar; so hev han dunga i hop på dotteri Juda sorg og sut.
The Lord has become as an enemy. He has swallowed up Israel. He has swallowed up all her palaces. He has destroyed his strongholds. And he has multiplied mourning and lamentation in the daughter of Judah.
6 Og han hev brote ned som av ein hage sin gard, øydelagt sin samlingsstad. Herren hev late både høgtid og kviledag verta avgløymde i Sion, og støytt ifrå seg konge og prest i sin harmfulle vreide.
And he has taken away his tabernacle violently, as a garden. He has destroyed his place of assembly. Jehovah has caused solemn assembly and sabbath to be forgotten in Zion. And in the indignation of his anger has despised the king and the priest.
7 Herren forsmådde sitt altar, stygdest ved sin heilagdom. Murarne kring hennar slott gav han i fiendevald. Dei let si røysti ljoma i Herrens hus som på ein høgtidsdag.
The Lord has cast off his altar. He has abhorred his sanctuary. He has given up the walls of her palaces into the hand of the enemy. They have made a noise in the house of Jehovah, as in the day of a solemn assembly.
8 Herren etla øydeleggja muren for Sions dotter. Han strekte ut si mælesnor og heldt ikkje handi si att frå herjing. Og han let voll og mur syrgja; ormegta ligg dei der i lag.
Jehovah has purposed to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion. He has stretched out the line. He has not withdrawn his hand from destroying. And he has made the rampart and wall to lament, they languish together.
9 Dei er sokne i jord, hennar portar, han hev brote og krasa hennar stengslor; hennar kongar og hovdingar er hjå heidningfolki, det bid ikkje meir nokor lov. Hennar profetar hev ikkje heller fenge nokor syn frå Herren.
Her gates are sunk into the ground. He has destroyed and broken her bars. Her king and her rulers are among the nations where the law is not. Yea, her prophets find no vision from Jehovah.
10 Dei sit på jordi tegjande, styresmennerne åt Sions dotter; dust hev dei drust uppi kruna, gyrdt seg med sekk. Dei luter mot jord sine hovud Jerusalems-møyarne.
The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground. They keep silence. They have cast up dust upon their heads. They have girded themselves with sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.
11 Mine augo talmast av tåror, det syd inni bringa og barm, og livri hev runne til jordi - for tjonet på mitt folks dotter; for born, jamvel sogborn vanmegtast på gatorne i byen.
My eyes fail with tears, my heart is troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young sons and the sucklings faint in the streets of the city.
12 Dei ropa til møderne sine: «Kvar er korn og vin?» vanmegtast som gjenomstungne på gatorne i byen då dei andast ved modersbarm.
They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? when they faint as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.
13 Kva skal eg vitna for deg, kva skal eg likna deg attåt, du Jerusalems dotter? kva likning skal eg finna fram åt deg til å trøysta deg med, du møy, Sions dotter? For stor som eit hav er din skade, kven kann lækja deg?
What shall I testify to thee? What shall I liken to thee, O daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare to thee, that I may comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Zion? For thy breach is great like the sea; who can heal thee?
14 Dine profetar såg deg syner med fåfengd og dårskap; dei hev ikkje synt deg di misgjerning, so dine fangar kunde koma attende, men dei såg deg syner, fulle med fåfengd og forføringar.
Thy prophets have seen false and foolish visions for thee. And they have not uncovered thine iniquity, to bring back thy captivity, but have seen for thee false oracles and causes of banishment.
15 Dei slær henderne i hop yver deg, alle som gjeng vegen framum. Dei blistrar og rister på hovudet yver Jerusalems dotter: «Er dette byen som dei kalla «den storfagre», «ei frygd for all jordi»?»
All who pass by clap their hands at thee. They hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, Is this the city that men called The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?
16 Dei spilar upp i mot deg sitt gap alle dine fiendar, blistrar og bit i hop tenner; dei segjer: «Me hev gløypt henne. Ja, dette er den dagen me stunda på; me fekk då liva og sjå den dagen.»
All thine enemies have opened their mouth wide against thee. They hiss and gnash the teeth. They say, We have swallowed her up. Certainly this is the day that we looked for. We have found, we have seen it.
17 Herren hev gjort det han hadde tenkt, hev fullført sitt ord, den rådgjerdi han tok alt i forne dagar; han hev rive ned utan nåde, og han let fienden frygda seg yver deg, let dine uvener bera hornet høgt.
Jehovah has done that which he purposed. He has fulfilled his word that he commanded in the days of old. He has thrown down, and has not pitied. And he has caused the enemy to rejoice over thee. He has exalted the horn of thine adversaries.
18 Hjarto deira ropar til Herren. Du mur kring Sions dotter, du strigråte dag og natt! Unn deg ikkje kvild! Gjev ikkje din augnestein ro!
Their heart cried to the Lord. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night. Give thyself no respite. Let not the apple of thine eye cease.
19 Statt upp, ropa høgt um natti, når nattevaktene tek til! Renn ut som vatn ditt hjarta framfor Herrens åsyn! Lyft upp til honom dine hender til livsens frelsa for dine born, som vanmegtast av svolt på kvart gatemot!
Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches. Pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young sons, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.
20 Sjå, Herre, og skoda etter! Kven annan for du åt soleis? Skal kvende sitt avkjøme eta, småborn, som på armar dei ber? Skal ein slå i Herrens heilagdom prest og profet i hel?
See, O Jehovah, and behold to whom thou have done thus! Shall the women eat their fruit, the sons who are dandled in the hands? Shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord?
21 På jordi i gatorne ligg ung og gamall. Mine møyar og gutar er falne for sverd. Du slo i hel på din vreide-dag, du slagta utan nåde.
The youth and the old man lie on the ground in the streets. My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword. Thou have slain them in the day of thine anger. Thou have slaughtered, and not pitied.
22 Du kalla som på ein høgtidsdag rædslor mot meg alle stader ifrå; og på Herrens vreide-dag fanst det ingen som vart berga og slapp undan. Deim eg hev bore på armar og ale upp, hev min fiende tynt.
Thou have called, as in the day of a solemn assembly, my terrors on every side. And there was none who escaped or remained in the day of Jehovah's anger. My enemy has consumed those whom I have dandled and brought up.
