Klagesangene 4
1 Kor vert då gullet skjemt, det finaste gullet brigda, dei heilage steinarne strådde på kvart eit gatemot!
How gold has tarnished! Even pure gold has lost its shine! Jewels from the Temple have been scattered on every street corner.
2 Sions søner, dei dyrverdige, gjæve som skire gullet, kor er dei då haldne jamgode med leirkrukkor, med eit verk av krusmakar-hender!
Look at how the precious people of Zion, worth their weight in gold, are now valued like cheap clay jars made by a potter!
3 Jamvel sjakalarne held fram juret, so ungarne fær suga - Sions dotter heldt seg hard; ho likjest på strussen i øydemarki.
Even jackals nurse their young at their breasts, but the women of my people have become cruel, like an ostrich in the desert.
4 Sogbarns-tunga kleimer seg til gomarne av torste; småborni bed um brød, men ingen etlar deim noko.
The nursing babies are so thirsty that their tongues stick to the roof of their mouths. Little children beg for food, but nobody gives them anything.
5 Dei som fyrr åt forkunnmat, ormegtast no på gatorne; dei som vart borne på skarlak, lyt no liggja i møk.
Those who used to eat gourmet food now die starving in the streets. Those who dressed in fine clothes from their childhood now live in heaps of rubbish.
6 Større vart soleis syndeskuldi til mitt folks dotter større enn syndi til Sodoma, som vart søkkt i jordi ein augneblink, utan at hender hjelpte til.
Jerusalem's punishment is worse than sinful Sodom's, which was destroyed in a brief moment, without the help of human hands.
7 Hovdingarne hennar var reinare enn snø, kvitare enn mjølk, raudare i holdet enn korallar; som safir såg dei ut.
Her leaders were purer than snow, whiter than milk; their bodies were a healthier red than coral, and they shone like lapis lazuli.
8 Myrkare enn svart er dei vortne å sjå til, ein kann ikkje kjenna deim att på gata; dei er vortne berre skinn og bein, hudi deira skrukkast som næver på tre.
But now they look blacker than soot; no one recognizes them in the street. Their skin has shrunk to their bones and is as dry as wood.
9 Det var betre for deim som fall for sverd, enn for deim som fall for svolten, deim som talmast av og var tynte av brødløysa.
Those killed by the sword are better off than those who die of hunger, who slowly waste away in agony because the fields produce no crops.
10 Hjartemilde kvende koka sjølve sine eigne born; dei hadde deim til mat, då mitt folks dotter vart tynt.
The hands of loving women have cooked their own children to eat during the destruction of Jerusalem.
11 Herren tømde ut sin harm, auste ut sin brennande vreide; i Sion kveikte han eld og snøydde til grunnen.
The Lord has given full expression to his anger. He has poured out his fury. He has started a fire in Zion, and it has burned down her very foundations.
12 Ingen konge på jord kunde tru, ingen i all verdi kunde tenkja at motstandar og fiend’ skulde koma inn i Jerusalems portar.
No king on earth—in fact nobody in all the world—thought that an enemy or attacker could enter the gates of Jerusalem.
13 Men det hende like vel, for hennar profetar hadde synda, hennar prestar var illgjerningsmenner, dei rende ut blod av rettferdige hjå henne.
But this happened because of the sins of her prophets and the wickedness of her priests, who shed the blood of the innocent right there in the city.
14 Dei for og vildra i gatorne som blinde, sulka med blod, so ein ikkje kunde taka i klædi deira.
They wandered like blind men through the streets, made unclean by this blood, so no one would touch their clothes.
15 «Hav dykk undan! Urein!» ropa folket framfyre deim; «hav dykk undan, hav dykk undan! kom ikkje burti!» Når dei flydde og vadra ikring, vart det sagt millom folki: «Her fær dei ikkje vera lenger.»
“Go away! You're unclean!” people would shout at them, “Go away, go away! Don't touch us!” So they ran away and wandered from country to country, but the people there told them, “You can't stay here!”
16 Herrens åsyn hev spreidt deim ikring, han ser ikkje lenger til deim. Prestar vyrder dei ikkje, gamle miskunnar dei ikkje.
The Lord himself has scattered them; he doesn't bother with them anymore. Nobody respects the priests, and nobody admires the leaders.
17 Endå stirer våre augo etter hjelp, men til fåfengs. Frå vårt vakttårn einstirde me etter eit folk som ikkje kann hjelpa.
We wore out our eyes pointlessly looking for help the whole time; we watched from our towers for a nation to come that couldn't save us.
18 Dei lurer på våre stig, so me ikkje kann ganga på våre gator. Det er nær innpå enden med oss, våre dager er ute, ja, vår ende er komen.
The enemy tracked our every movement so we couldn't walk through our streets. Our end approached. Our time was up because our end had come.
19 Våre forfylgjarar var snarare enn himmelens ørnar; burtetter fjelli elte dei oss, i øydemarki lurde dei på oss.
Our pursuers were faster than eagles in the sky. They chased us across the mountains and ambushed us in the desert.
20 Vår livsande, den Herren salva, vart fanga i deira løyngraver, han som me sagde dette um: «I hans livd skal me leva millom folki.»
The king, the Lord's anointed, our country's “life-breath,” was trapped and captured by them. We had said about him, “Under his protection we will live among the nations.”
21 Fagna og gled deg, du Edoms dotter, du som bur i Us-landet! Du og skal drikka same skåli, du skal verta drukki og nækja deg.
Celebrate and be happy while you can, people of Edom, you who live in the land of Uz, because this cup will be passed to you too. You will get drunk and strip yourself naked.
22 Di misgjerd er ende, Sions dotter. Han vil ikkje gjera deg utlæg att. Di misgjerd vil han heimsøkja, Edoms dotter, gjera synberre dine synder.
People of Zion, your punishment is coming to an end—he won't continue your exile for long. But he is going to punish your sins, people of Edom; he will reveal your sins.
