Klagesangene 2
1 Hvor har dog Herren i Vrede lagt mulm over Zion, slængt Israels herlighed ned fra Himmel til Jord og glemt sine Fødders Skammel på sin Vredes Dag.
How could My Lord, in his anger, enshroud in gloom, the daughter of Zion? have cast from the heavens to the earth, the beauty of Israel? and not have remembered his footstool, in the day of his anger?
2 Herren har skånselsløst opslugt hver Bolig i Jakob, han nedbrød i Vrede Judas Datters Borge, slog dem til Jorden, skændede Rige og Fyrster,
My Lord hath swallowed up—without pity—all the pastures of Jacob, hath laid waste—in his indignation—the strongholds of the daughter of Judah, hath brought them down to the ground, —hath profaned the kingdom, and the princes thereof.
3 afhugged i glødende Vrede hvert Horn i Israel; sin højre drog han tilbage for Fjendens Åsyn og brændte i Jakob som en Lue, der åd overalt.
He hath broken off—in the glow of his anger—the whole horn of Israel, hath turned back his right hand, from the face of the foe, —and hath kindled against Jacob, a very fire of flame, devouring round about.
4 På Fjendevis spændte han Buen, stod som en Uven; han dræbte al Øjnenes Lyst i Zions Datters Telt, udgød sin Vrede som Ild.
He hath trodden his bow like a foe, his right hand erect as an adversary, and hath slain all them who delighted the eye, —In the home of the daughter of Zion, hath he poured out, as fire, his indignation.
5 Herren har vist sig som Fjende, opslugt Israel, opslugt alle Paladser, lagt Borgene øde, ophobet Jammer på Jammer i Judas Datter.
My Lord hath become like a foe, hath swallowed up Israel, hath swallowed up all her castles, ruined his strongholds, —and hath caused to abound, in the daughter of Judah, lamentation and mourning.
6 Han nedrev sin Hytte, lagde sit Feststed øde, HERREN lod Fest og Sabbat gå ad Glemme i Zion, bortstødte i heftig Vrede Konge og Præst.
Thus hath he destroyed, like a garden, his pavilion, hath laid waste his place of assembly, —Yahweh, hath caused to be forgotten, in Zion, the appointed assembly and the sabbath, and hath spurned, in the indignation of his anger, the king and the priest.
7 Herren forkasted sit Alter, brød med sin Helligdom, hengav i Fjendens Hånd dets Paladsers Mure; man skreg i HERRENs Hus som på Festens Dag.
My Lord hath rejected his altar, hath abhorred his sanctuary, hath delivered, into the hand of the foe, the walls of her castles, —A voice, have they uttered in the house of Yahweh, as on the day of an appointed assembly.
8 HERREN fik i Sinde at ødelægge Zions Datters Mur, han udspændte Snoren, holdt ikke sin Hånd fra Fordærv, lod Vold og Mur få Sorg, de vansmægted sammen.
Yahweh hath devised to lay in ruins, the wall of the daughter of Zion, he hath stretched out a line, he hath not turned back his hand from swallowing up, —Thus hath he caused to mourn—rampart and wall, together, have they languished!
9 I Jorden sank hendes Porte, Slåerne brød han. Blandt Folkene bor uden Lov hendes Konge og Fyrster, og ikke fanger Profeterne Syn fra HERREN.
Her gates, have sunk in the earth, He hath destroyed and broken in pieces, her bars, —Her king and her princes, are among the nations, There is no instruction, Even her prophets, have found no vision, from Yahweh.
10 Zions datters Ældste sidder på Jorden i Tavshed; på Hovedet kaster de Støv, de er klædt i Sæk; Jerusalems Jomfruer sænker mod Jord deres Hoved.
Seated on the ground, in silence, are the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have lifted up dust on their head, have girded themselves with sackcloth, —Bowed down to the ground is the head, of the virgins of Jerusalem.
11 Mine Øjne hensvinder i Gråd, mit Indre gløder, mit Hjerte er knust, fordi mit Folk er brudt sammen; thi Børn og spæde forsmægter på Byens Torve;
Blinded with tears are mine eyes, In ferment is my body, Poured out to the earth is my grief, for the sore hurt of the daughter of my people, —when child and suckling are swooning, in the broadways of the city.
12 hver spørger sin Moder: "Hvor er der Korn og Vin?" forsmægter på Byens Torve som en, der er såret, idet de udånder Sjælen ved Moderens Bryst.
To their mothers, they keep saying, Where are corn and wine? Swooning off, like one thrust through, in the broadways of the city, pouring out their life into the bosom of their mothers.
13 Med hvad skal jeg stille dig lige, Jerusalems Datter, hvormed skal jeg ligne og trøste dig, Zions Jomfru? Thi dit Sammenbrud er stort som Havet, hvo læger dig vel?
How shall I solemnly admonish thee? What shall I liken to thee, thou daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare with thee, that I may comfort thee, thou virgin, daughter of Zion? for, great as the sea, is thy grievous injury, Who can heal thee?
14 Profeternes Syner om dig var Tomhed og Løgn, de afsløred ikke din Skyld for at vende din Skæbne, Synerne gav dig kun tomme, vildende Udsagn.
Thy prophets, have had visions for thee, false and foolish, and have not unveiled thine iniquity, to turn back thy captivity, —Yea they have had visions for thee, oracles of falsehood, and enticements!
15 Over dig slog de Hænderne sammen, de, hvis Vej faldt forbi, de hån fløjted, rysted på Hoved ad Jerusalems Datter: "Er det da Byen, man kaldte den fuldendt skønne, al Jordens Glæde?"
All passing by, have clapped, over thee, their hands, have hissed and wagged their head over the daughter of Jerusalem, —[saying], Is, this, the city, of which men used to say—The perfection of beauty! A joy to the whole earth!
16 De opspærred Munden imod dig, alle dine Fjender, hånfløjted, skar Tænder og sagde: "Vi opslugte hende; ja, det er Dagen, vi vented, vi fik den at se."
All thy foes, have opened wide, over thee their mouth, They have hissed, and gnashed their teeth, They have said—We have swallowed [her] up! Surely, this, is the day for which we have waited, We have found! We have seen!
17 HERREN har gjort, som han tænkte, fuldbyrdet det Ord, han sendte i fordums Dage, brudt ned uden Skånsel, ladet Fjender glæde sig over dig, rejst Uvenners Horn.
Yahweh hath done what he thought, hath carried out his word, wherewith he gave charge in the days of old, hath thrown down, and not spared, —Thus hath he let the enemy rejoice over thee, hath raised high the horn of thine adversaries.
18 Råb højt til Herren, du Jomfru, Zions Datter, lad Tårerne strømme som Bække ved Dag og ved Nat, und dig ej Ro, lad ikke dit Øje få Hvile!
Their heart, hath made outcry, unto My Lord, —O wall of the daughter of Zion—Let tears run down as a torrent day and night, Do not give thyself relief, Let not the weeping of thine eye cease!
19 Stå op og klag dig om Natten, når Vagterne skifter, udøs dit Hjerte som Vand for Herrens Åsyn, løft dine Hænder til ham for Børnenes Liv, som forsmægter af Hunger ved alle Gadernes Hjørner.
Arise, cry out in the night, At the beginning of the watches, pour out, like waters, thy heart, right before the face of My Lord, —Lift up, above thee, the palms of thy hands, for the life of thy children, who are swooning for hunger, at the top of all the streets!
20 HERRE se til og agt på, mod hvem du har gjort det. Skal Kvinder da æde den Livsfrugt, de kælede for, myrdes i Herrens Helligdom Præst og Profet?
See, O Yahweh, and do consider, to whom thou hast acted thus severely, —Will women, devour, their own fruit—the children they have dandled? Shall priest and prophet, be slain in the sanctuary of My Lord?
21 I Gaderne ligger på Jorden unge og gamle, mine Jomfruer og mine Ynglinge faldt for Sværdet; på din Vredesdag slog du ihjel, hugged ned uden Skånsel.
Youth and elder, have lain down on the ground in the streets, My virgins and my young men, have fallen by the sword, —Thou hast slain, in the day of thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered, hast not spared!
22 Du bød mine Rædsler til Fest fra alle Sider. På HERRENs Vredes Dag undslap og frelstes ingen; min Fjende tilintetgjorde dem, jeg plejed og fostred.
Wilt thou proclaim, like the day of an appointed meeting—My terrors round about? when there was not—in the day of the anger of Yahweh—fugitive or survivor, —Those whom I dandled and reared, my foe hath destroyed.
