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.
How is seated alone, the city that abounded with people, hath become as a widow, —She who abounded among the nations was a princess among provinces, hath come under tribute.
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.
She, weepeth sore, in the night, and, her tear, is on her cheek, She hath none to comfort her, of all her lovers, —All her friends, have betrayed her, have become her foes.
3 Land laut Juda fly, utor trengsla og stor træling. Ho bur millom folki, finn ingen kvildarstad. Alle hennar forfylgjarar nådde henne på trongstigarne.
Carried away captive is Judah—because of oppression, and because of great servitude, She, hath remained among the nations, hath found no place of rest, —All her pursuers, have overtaken her, between 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.
The ways to Zion, are mourning, because none come to her appointed feasts, All her gates, are desolate, her priests, are sighing, —her virgins, are grieved, and, she, it is bitter for her.
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.
Her adversaries have become chief, her foes, are at ease, for, Yahweh, hath grieved her, because of the multitude of her transgressions, —Her children, have gone into captivity, before the adversary.
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.
Thus hath gone forth from the daughter of Zion, all that adorned her, —Her princes have become like harts that have found no pasture, and have gone strengthless before 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.
Jerusalem hath remembered in the days of her humiliation and her fleeings—all her precious things, which have existed from the days of old, —Now that her people have been falling into the hand of the adversary, with none to help her, the adversaries have seen her, have mocked over her sabbath-keepings.
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.
Jerusalem, hath grievously sinned, For this cause, unto exile, hath she been delivered, —All who used to honour her, have despised her, for they have descried her unseemliness, yea, she herself, hath sighed, and turned back.
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.
Her impurity, is in her skirts, She hath not remembered her hereafter, Therefore hath she come down wonderfully, none to comfort her, —Behold, O Yahweh, my humiliation, that the foe, hath made himself great.
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.
His hand, hath the adversary spread out, over all her precious things, —for she saw that, the nations, entered her sanctuary, as to whom thou didst command they should not enter—in the convocation—unto thee!
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.
All her people, are sighing, seeking bread, They have given their precious things for food, to bring back life, —Behold, O Yahweh, and discern, that I have become worthless.
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.
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Look around and see, whether there is pain like my pain, which is severely dealt out to me, —in that Yahweh, hath caused grief, in the day of the glow of his 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.
From on high, sent he fire, among my bones, and laid them prostrate, —He spread out a net for my feet, he made me turn back, he made me desolate, all the day, faint.
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.
The yoke of my transgressions, hath been bound, by his hand—They have intertwined themselves, have come up on my neck, it hath paralysed my strength, —My Lord, hath delivered me, into the hands of those against whom I cannot rise up.
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.
My Lord, hath flouted at all my magnates, in my midst, He hath called against me a host, to crush my young men, —A winepress, hath My Lord trodden, to the virgin, the daughter of Judah.
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.
For these things, am, I, weeping, Mine eye, mine eye, is running down with waters, for, far from me, is any who could comfort, could bring back my life, —My sons are amazed, for strong is the foe.
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.
Zion, hath spread forth, her hands, there is none to comfort her, Yahweh, hath given command, respecting Jacob, unto them who surround him—his adversaries, —Jerusalem, hath become as a removed woman, in their midst.
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.
Righteous is Yahweh, for, against his bidding, had I rebelled, —Hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men, have gone into exile.
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.
I called to my lovers, they, deceived me, My priests and mine elders, in the city, have breathed their last, —for they sought them food, that they might bring back their life.
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.
See, O Yahweh, that I am in distress, Mine inward parts, are in ferment, My heart is turned within me, for I have obstinately rebelled, —Without, bereaveth the sword, Within, is like death,
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.
They have heard—that, sighing am, I, [and am saying] —There is none to comfort me, All my foes, —having heard of my calamity—have rejoiced, because, thou, hast done it, —thou hast brought in the day thou didst proclaim, So let them become like 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.
Let all their wickedness, come in, before thee, and deal thou severely with them, according as thou hast dealt severely with me, for all my transgressions; for many are my sighs, and, my heart, is sick.
