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.
[ALEPH-BET] How the Lord clouds in His anger the daughter of Zion, He has cast from the heavens [to] earth the beauty of Israel, 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, He has not pitied any of the pleasant places of Jacob, He has broken down in His wrath The fortresses of the daughter of Judah, He has caused to come to the earth, He defiled the kingdom and its princes.
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.
He has cut off in the heat of anger every horn of Israel, He has turned backward His right hand From the face of the enemy, And He burns against Jacob as a flaming fire, It has devoured all around.
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 as an enemy, His right hand has stood as an adversary, And He slays all the desirable ones of the eye, In the tent of the daughter of Zion, He has poured out as fire His fury.
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 been as an enemy, He has swallowed up Israel, He has swallowed up all her palaces, He has destroyed His fortresses, And He multiplies in the daughter of Judah Mourning and moaning.
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 shakes as a garden His dwelling place, He has destroyed His appointed place, YHWH has forgotten in Zion the appointed time and Sabbath, And despises, in the indignation of His anger, king and 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 rejected His sanctuary, He has shut up into the hand of the enemy The walls of her palaces, A noise they have made in the house of YHWH Like a day of appointment.
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.
YHWH has devised to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion, He has stretched out a line, He has not turned His hand from destroying, And He causes bulwark and wall to mourn, Together—they have been weak.
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.
Sunk into the earth have her gates, He has 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 YHWH.
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.
Sit on the earth—[the] elderly of Zion’s daughter keep silent, They have caused dust to go up on their head, They have girded on sackcloth, The virgins of Jerusalem have Put their head down to the earth.
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 have been consumed by tears, My bowels have been troubled, My liver has been poured out to the earth, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places 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.
To their mothers they say, “Where [are] grain 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.
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 do I testify [to] you, what do I liken to you, O daughter of Jerusalem? What do I equal to you, and I comfort you, O virgin daughter of Zion? For great as a sea [is] your breach, Who gives healing to you?
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.
Your prophets have seen for you a false and insipid thing, And have not revealed concerning your iniquity, To return your captivity, And they see for you false burdens and causes of expulsion.
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»?»
Everyone passing by the way clapped hands at you, 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?”
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.»
Opened against you their mouth have all your enemies, They have hissed, indeed, 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.”
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.
YHWH has done that which He devised, He has fulfilled His saying That He commanded from the days of old, He has broken down and has not pitied, And causes an enemy to rejoice over you, He lifted up the horn of your 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 has cried to the Lord; O wall of the daughter of Zion, Cause to go down tears as a stream daily and nightly, do not give rest to yourself, Do not let the daughter of your eye stand still.
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 aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out your heart as water, Before the face of the Lord, Lift up to Him your hands, for the soul of your infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.
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 YHWH, and look attentively, To whom You have acted thus, Do women eat their fruit, infants of a handbreadth? Slain in the sanctuary of the Lord are priest and prophet?
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.
Lain on the earth [in] out-places have young and old, My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword, You have slain in a day of Your anger, You have slaughtered—You have 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.
You call as [at] a day of appointment, My fears from all around, And there has not been in the day of the anger of YHWH, An escaped and remaining one, They whom I stretched out and nourished, My enemy has consumed!
