Klagesangene 2
1 Hvor Herren i sin vrede har innhyllet Sions datter i mørke skyer! Han har kastet Israels herlighet fra himmelen til jorden, og han har ikke kommet i hu sine føtters skammel på sin vredes dag.
How the Lord has covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in his anger! He has cast down the beauty of Israel from heaven to the earth, and has not remembered his footstool in the day of his anger.
2 Herren har uten skånsel tilintetgjort alle Jakobs boliger, han har i sin vrede brutt ned Judas datters festninger, kastet dem til jorden; han har vanhelliget riket og dets fyrster.
The Lord has swallowed up all the habitations of Jacob, and has not pitied. In his wrath he has thrown down the strongholds of the daughter of Judah. He has brought them down to the ground. He has profaned the kingdom and the rulers thereof.
3 Han har i brennende vrede avhugget hvert horn i Israel, dradd sin høire hånd tilbake for fiendens åsyn og satt Jakob i brand lik en ildslue som fortærer rundt omkring.
In fierce anger he has cut off all the horn of Israel. He has drawn back his right hand from before the enemy. And he has burned up Jacob like a flaming fire which devours round about.
4 Han har spent sin bue som en fiende, stilt sig med sin høire hånd som en motstander og drept alt som var en lyst for vårt øie; i Sions datters telt har han utøst sin vrede som ild.
He has bent his bow like an enemy. He has stood with his right hand as an adversary, and has slain all who were pleasant to the eye. He has poured out his wrath like fire in the tent of the daughter of Zion.
5 Herren er blitt som en fiende, han har tilintetgjort Israel, tilintetgjort alle dets palasser, ødelagt dets festninger og hopet sorg på sorg over Judas datter.
The Lord has become as an enemy. He has swallowed up Israel. He has swallowed up all her palaces. He has destroyed his strongholds. And he has multiplied mourning and lamentation in the daughter of Judah.
6 Han har med vold revet ned sitt gjerde som gjerdet om en have, han har ødelagt sitt forsamlingssted; Herren har latt høitid og sabbat bli glemt i Sion, og i sin vrede og harme forskutt konge og prest.
And he has taken away his tabernacle violently, as a garden. He has destroyed his place of assembly. Jehovah has caused solemn assembly and sabbath to be forgotten in Zion. And in the indignation of his anger has despised the king and the priest.
7 Herren har forkastet sitt alter, forsmådd sin helligdom; han har overgitt dets palassers murer i fiendens vold; de lot sin røst høre i Herrens hus som på en høitidsdag.
The Lord has cast off his altar. He has abhorred his sanctuary. He has given up the walls of her palaces into the hand of the enemy. They have made a noise in the house of Jehovah, as in the day of a solemn assembly.
8 Herren tenkte på å ødelegge Sions datters mur, han strakte ut målesnoren, han drog ikke sin hånd tilbake fra herjing, og han lot voller og murer sørge; forfalne ligger de der alle.
Jehovah has purposed to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion. He has stretched out the line. He has not withdrawn his hand from destroying. And he has made the rampart and wall to lament, they languish together.
9 Dets porter er sunket i jorden, han har ødelagt og sprengt dets bommer; dets konge og dets høvdinger bor blandt hedningene, så der ikke er nogen lov; heller ikke har dets profeter fått noget syn fra Herren.
Her gates are sunk into the ground. He has destroyed and broken her bars. Her king and her rulers are among the nations where the law is not. Yea, her prophets find no vision from Jehovah.
10 Sions datters eldste sitter tause på jorden; de har strødd støv på sitt hode, omgjordet sig med sekk; Jerusalems jomfruer har senket sitt hode til jorden.
The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground. They keep silence. They have cast up dust upon their heads. They have girded themselves with sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.
11 Mine øine er borttæret av tårer, det gjærer i mitt indre, min lever er utøst til jorden, fordi mitt folks datter er ødelagt, fordi de små barn og de diende vansmektet på byens gater;
My eyes fail with tears, my heart is troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young sons and the sucklings faint in the streets of the city.
12 de ropte til sine mødre: Hvor er korn og vin? - da de vansmektet på byens gater lik sårede, da de opgav ånden ved sine mødres barm.
They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? when they faint as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.
13 Hvad skal jeg vidne for dig, hvad skal jeg ligne dig med, du Jerusalems datter? Hvad skal jeg stille ved siden av dig, så jeg kunde trøste dig, du jomfru, Sions datter? For stor som havet er din skade; hvem kan læge dig?
What shall I testify to thee? What shall I liken to thee, O daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare to thee, that I may comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Zion? For thy breach is great like the sea; who can heal thee?
14 Dine profeter har skuet for dig tomme og dårlige ting; de åpenbarte ikke din misgjerning for å avvende ditt fangenskap, men de forkynte dig tomme og villedende spådommer.
Thy prophets have seen false and foolish visions for thee. And they have not uncovered thine iniquity, to bring back thy captivity, but have seen for thee false oracles and causes of banishment.
15 De slår hendene sammen over dig alle de som går forbi på veien; de spotter og ryster på hodet over Jerusalems datter: Er dette den stad de kalte skjønnhetens krone, all jordens glede?
All who pass by clap their hands at thee. They hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, Is this the city that men called The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?
16 Alle dine fiender spiler op sin munn mot dig, de spotter og skjærer tenner, de sier: Vi har ødelagt den; ja, dette er den dag vi har ventet på; vi har oplevd den, vi har sett den.
All thine enemies have opened their mouth wide against thee. They hiss and gnash the teeth. They say, We have swallowed her up. Certainly this is the day that we looked for. We have found, we have seen it.
17 Herren har gjort det han hadde tenkt, han har fullbyrdet sitt ord som han hadde forkynt alt i fordums dager, han har brutt ned uten skånsel; og han lot fienden glede sig over dig, han lot dine motstandere bære sine horn høit.
Jehovah has done that which he purposed. He has fulfilled his word that he commanded in the days of old. He has thrown down, and has not pitied. And he has caused the enemy to rejoice over thee. He has exalted the horn of thine adversaries.
18 Deres hjerte roper til Herren. - Du Sions datters mur! La tårer rinne som bekker dag og natt, unn dig ikke nogen hvile, la ikke ditt øie ha ro!
Their heart cried to the Lord. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night. Give thyself no respite. Let not the apple of thine eye cease.
19 Stå op, rop høit om natten, når nattevaktene begynner! Utøs ditt hjerte som vann for Herrens åsyn! Løft dine hender til ham for dine barns liv, de som vansmekter av hunger på alle gatehjørner!
Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches. Pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young sons, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.
20 Se, Herre, se! Hvem har du gjort således med? Skal kvinner ete sin livsfrukt, de spede barn som bæres på armen? Skal prest og profet slås ihjel i Herrens helligdom?
See, O Jehovah, and behold to whom thou have done thus! Shall the women eat their fruit, the sons who are dandled in the hands? Shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord?
21 Ung og gammel ligger på jorden i gatene, mine jomfruer og mine unge menn er falt for sverdet; du slo ihjel på din vredes dag, du slaktet uten skånsel.
The youth and the old man lie on the ground in the streets. My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword. Thou have slain them in the day of thine anger. Thou have slaughtered, and not pitied.
22 Som på en høitidsdag kalte du redsler over mig fra alle kanter, og det var ikke på Herrens vredes dag nogen som slapp unda eller blev reddet; dem som jeg hadde båret på armen og opfostret, dem ødela min fiende.
Thou have called, as in the day of a solemn assembly, my terrors on every side. And there was none who escaped or remained in the day of Jehovah's anger. My enemy has consumed those whom I have dandled and brought up.
