Salme 79
1 (En Salme af Asaf.) Hedninger er trængt ind i din arvelod, Gud de har besmittet dit hellige Tempel og gjort Jerusalem til en Stenhob;
[A Psalm by Asaph.] God, the nations have come into your inheritance. They have defiled your holy temple. They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.
2 de har givet Himlens Fugle dine Tjeneres Lig til Æde, Jordens vilde Dyr dine frommes Kød;
They have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your faithful to the animals of the earth.
3 deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
Their blood they have shed like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them.
4 vore Naboer er vi til Hån, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
We have become objects of contempt to our neighbors, mocked and ridiculed by those who are around us.
5 Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE - for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
How long, LORD? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire?
6 Udøs din Vrede på Folk, der ikke kender dig, på Riger, som ikke påkalder dit Navn;
Pour out your wrath on the nations that do not know you; on the kingdoms that do not call on your name;
7 thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
For they have devoured Jacob, and destroyed his homeland.
8 Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er såre ringe,
Do not hold the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your tender mercies speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need.
9 Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud, for dit Navns Æres Skyld, fri os, forlad vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld!
Help us, God of our salvation, for the glory of your name. Deliver us, and forgive our sins, for your name's sake.
10 Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: "Hvor er deres Gud?" Lad dine Tjeneres udgydt Blod blive hævnet på Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
Why should the nations say, "Where is their God?" Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants' blood is being poured out.
11 Lad de fangnes Suk nå hen for dit Åsyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you. According to the greatness of your power, free those who are sentenced to death.
12 lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Hånen, de viser dig, Herre!
Pay back to our neighbors seven times into their lap the insults with which they have insulted you, LORD.
13 Men vi dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
So we, your people and sheep of your pasture, will give you thanks forever. We will praise you forever, to all generations.
