Klagesangene 1
1 Hvor sidder hun ene, den by så folkerig før - mægtig blandt Folkene før, men nu som en Enke! Fyrstinden blandt Lande er nu sat til at trælle.
See her seated by herself, the town which was full of people! She who was great among the nations has become like a widow! She who was a princess among the countries has come under the yoke of forced work!
2 Hun græder og græder om Natten med Tårer på Kind; ingen af alle hendes Elskere bringer hende Trøst, alle Vennerne sveg og blev hendes Fjender.
She is sorrowing bitterly in the night, and her face is wet with weeping; among all her lovers she has no comforter: all her friends have been false to her, they have become her haters.
3 Af Trang og tyngende Trældom udvandred Juda; blandt Folkene sidder hun nu og finder ej Ro, alle Forfølgerne nåede hende midt i Trængslerne.
Judah has been taken away as a prisoner because of trouble and hard work; her living-place is among the nations, there is no rest for her: all her attackers have overtaken her in a narrow place.
4 Vejene til Zion sørger, uden Højtidsgæster, alle hendes Porte er øde, Præsterne sukker, hendes Jomfruer knuges af Kvide, hun selv er i Vånde.
The ways of Zion are sad, because no one comes to the holy meeting; all her doorways are made waste, her priests are breathing out sorrow: her virgins are troubled, and it is bitter for her.
5 Hendes Avindsmænd er Herrer, hendes Fjender trygge, thi Kvide fik hun af HERREN for Mængden af Synder, hendes Børn drog bort som Fanger for Fjendens Åsyn.
Those who are against her have become the head, everything goes well for her haters; for the Lord has sent sorrow on her because of the great number of her sins: her young children have gone away as prisoners before the attacker.
6 Og bort fra Zions Datter drog al hendes Pragt; som Hjorte, der ej finder Græsning, blev hendes Fyrster, de vandrede kraftløse bort for Forfølgernes Åsyn.
And all her glory has gone from the daughter of Zion: her rulers have become like harts with no place for food, and they have gone in flight without strength before the attacker.
7 Jerusalem mindes den Tid, hun blev arm og husvild, (alle sine kostelige Ting fra fordums Dage), i Fjendehånd faldt hendes Folk, og ingen hjalp, Fjender så til og lo, fordi hun gik under.
Jerusalem keeps in mind, in the days of her sorrow and of her wanderings, all the desired things which were hers in days gone by; when her people came into the power of her hater and she had no helper, her attackers saw their desire effected on her and made sport of her destruction.
8 Jerusalem syndede svart, blev derfor til Afsky; hun foragtes af alle sine Beundrere, de så hendes Blusel, derfor sukker hun dybt og vender sig bort.
Great is the sin of Jerusalem; for this cause she has become an unclean thing: all those who gave her honour are looking down on her, because they have seen her shame: now truly, breathing out grief, she is turned back.
9 Hendes Urenhed pletter hendes Slæb, hun betænkte ej Enden; hun sank forfærdende dybt, og ingen trøster. Se min Elendighed, HERRE, thi Fjenden hoverer.
In her skirts were her unclean ways; she gave no thought to her end; and her fall has been a wonder; she has no comforter: see her sorrow, O Lord; for the attacker is lifted up.
10 Avindsmænd bredte deres Hånd over alle hendes Skatte, ja, ind i sin Helligdom så hun Hedninger komme, hvem du havde nægtet Adgang til din Forsamling.
The hand of her hater is stretched out over all her desired things; for she has seen that the nations have come into her holy place, about whom you gave orders that they were not to come into the meeting of your people.
11 Alt hendes Folk måtte sukke, søgende Brød; de gav deres Skatte for Mad for at friste Livet. HERRE, se til og giv Agt på, hvorledes jeg hånes!
Breathing out grief all her people are looking for bread; they have given their desired things for food to give them life: see, O Lord, and take note; for she has become a thing of shame.
12 Alle, som vandrer forbi, giv Agt og se, om det gives en Smerte som den, der er tilføjet mig, hvem HERREN voldte Harm på sin glødende Vredes Dag.
Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
13 Fra det høje sendte han Ild, der for ned i mine Ben; han spændte et Net for min Fod, han drev mig tilbage, han gjorde mig øde, syg både Dag og Nat.
From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
14 Der vogtedes på mine Synder, i hans Hånd blev de flettet, de kom som et Åg om min Hals, han brød min Kraft; Herren gav mig dem i Vold, som, er mig for stærke.
A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
15 Herren forkasted de vældige udi min Midte, han indbød til Fest på mig for at knuse mine unge, trådte Persen til Dom over Jomfruen, Judas Datter.
The Lord has made sport of all my men of war in me, he has got men together against me to send destruction on my young men: the virgin daughter of Judah has been crushed like grapes under the feet of the Lord.
16 Derover græder mit Øje, det strømmer med Tårer, thi langt har jeg til en Trøster, som kvæger min Sjæl; mine Børn er fortabt, thi Fjenden er blevet for stærk.
For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
17 Zion udrækker Hænderne, ingen trøster; mod Jakob opbød HERREN hans Fjender omkring ham; imellem dem er Jerusalem blevet til Afsky.
Zion's hands are outstretched; she has no comforter; the Lord has given orders to the attackers of Jacob round about him: Jerusalem has become like an unclean thing among them.
18 HERREN, han er retfærdig, jeg modstod hans Mund. Hør dog, alle I Folkeslag, se min Smerte! Mine Jomfruer og unge Mænd drog bort som Fanger.
The Lord is upright; for I have gone against his orders: give ear, now, all you peoples, and see my pain, my virgins and my young men have gone away as prisoners.
19 Mine Elskere kaldte jeg ad de svigtede mig; mine Præster og Ældste opgav Ånden i Byen, thi Føde søgte de efter, men intet fandt de.
I sent for my lovers, but they were false to me: my priests and my responsible men were breathing their last breath in the town, while they were looking for food to give them new life.
20 Se, HERRE, hvor jeg er i Vånde, mit Indre i Glød, mit Hjerte er knust i mit Bryst, thi jeg var genstridig; ude mejede Sværdet og inde Døden.
See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
21 Hør, hvor jeg sukker, ingen bringer mig Trøst. De hørte min Ulykke, glæded sig, da du greb ind. Lad komme den Dag, du loved, dem gå det som mig!
Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22 Læg al deres Ondskab for dig og gør med dem, som du gjorde med mig til Straf for al min Synd! Thi mange er mine Suk, mit Hjerte er sygt.
Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
