Psalms 79
1 A Melody of Asaph. O God, nations, Have entered thine inheritance, Have profaned thy holy temple, —Have laid Jerusalem in heaps:
En Salme af Asaf. Hedninger er trængt ind i din arvelod, Gud, de har besmittet dit hellige Tempel og gjort Jerusalem til en Stenhob;
2 They have given, The dead bodies of thy servants, As food for the birds of the heavens, The flesh of thy men of lovingkindness, Unto the wild beast of the earth:
de har givet Himlens Fugle dine Tjeneres Lig til Æde, Jordens vilde Dyr dine frommes Kød;
3 They have poured out their blood like water, Round about Jerusalem, With none to bury.
deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;
4 We have become, A reproach to our neighbours, —A mockery and a derision, to them who are round about us.
vore Naboer er vi til Haan, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.
5 How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou be angry utterly? Shall thy jealousy, burn like fire?
Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE — for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?
6 Pour out thy wrath, Upon the nations that have not known thee—and, Upon the kingdoms that, on thy Name, have not called.
Udøs din Vrede paa Folk, der ikke kender dig, paa Riger, som ikke paakalder dit Navn;
7 For he hath devoured Jacob, —And, his dwelling-place, have they laid waste.
thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.
8 Do not remember against us former iniquities, —Haste thee, let thy compassions, come to meet us, For we have been brought very low!
Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er saare ringe,
9 Help us, O God of our salvation, on account of the glory of thy Name, —Rescue us then, and put a propitiatory-covering over our sins, For the sake of thy Name.
Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud, for dit Navns Æres Skyld, fri os, forlad vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld!
10 Wherefore should the nations say—Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! [Yea! By] the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed!
Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: »Hvor er deres Gud?« Lad dine Tjeneres udgydte Blod blive hævnet paa Hedningerne for vore Øjne!
11 Let the groaning of the prisoner, come in before thee, —According to the greatness of thine arm, Set free them who are appointed to death.
Lad de fangnes Suk naa hen for dit Aasyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,
12 Return, therefore, unto our neighbours—Sevenfold, into their own bosom, The reproach wherewith they have reproached thee, O Adonay!
lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Haanen, de viser dig, Herre!
13 So, we, thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks unto thee, to times age-abiding, —To generation after generation, will we recount thy praise.
Men vi, dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!
