Hvordan er gullet blitt matt, det rene gull forandret! De hellige steiner er strødd ut over alle gatehjørner.

How the gold has grown dim, the fine gold has changed! The holy stones lie scattered at the head of every street.

Sions dyrebare sønner, liknet med fint gull, hvordan er de nå regnet som leirkar, et håndverk av pottemakerens hender!

The precious children of Zion, worth their weight in fine gold, how they are regarded as earthen vessels, the work of a potter's hands!

Selv sjakaler byr sine unger die, men datteren av mitt folk har blitt grusom som strutser i ørkenen.

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young; but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like ostriches in the wilderness.

Diebarnets tunge klistrer seg til ganen av tørst. Barn ber om brød, men ingen deler ut til dem.

The tongue of the nursing infant clings to the roof of its mouth because of thirst. The children beg for bread, but no one gives it to them.

De som spiste delikatesser ligger nå øde ute, og de som ble båret på purpur ligger i skitten.

Those who once feasted on delicacies now lie desolate in the streets; those who were brought up in fine crimson embrace ash heaps.

Min folks straff er større enn Sodomas synd, som ble ødelagt på et øyeblikk uten at noen hender rørte ved dem.

The iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment, with no hand turned to help her.

Hennes fyrster var renere enn snø, hvitere enn melk; deres kropp var rødere enn koraller, deres hud som safir.

Her nobles were purer than snow, whiter than milk; their bodies were more ruddy than coral, their appearance like sapphires.

Nå er deres hud mørkere enn svart, deres kropp er ikke gjenkjent i gatene. Deres hud klamrer seg til deres bein, den er blitt tørr som tre.

Now their appearance is darker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it has become as dry as wood.

De som ble drept med sverd er lykkeligere enn de som dør av sult; de visner bort, gjennomboret, fordi de mangler markens grøde.

Those slain by the sword are better off than those dying of hunger, wasting away, pierced by lack of the fruits of the field.

Barmhjertige kvinners hender kokte sine egne barn; de ble mat for dem under mitt folks ødeleggelse.

The compassionate women have boiled their own children; they became their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people.

HERREN har utøst sin vrede, han har øst ut sin brennende sinne; han tente en ild i Sion som fortærte dens grunnvoller.

The LORD has exhausted His wrath and poured out His fierce anger; He kindled a fire in Zion, consuming its foundations.

Jordens konger og verdens innbyggere kunne aldri tro at fiender og motstandere skulle trenge inn i Jerusalems porter.

Neither the kings of the earth nor the inhabitants of the world believed that the adversary and the enemy could enter the gates of Jerusalem.

Det er på grunn av dens profeters synder og dens presters misgjerninger, de som har utøst uskyldige blod i dens midte.

It happened because of the sins of her prophets and the iniquities of her priests, who shed the blood of the righteous in her midst.

De vandret som blinde gatelangs, beiset av blod, mens ingen kunne berøre deres klær.

They wandered blindly through the streets, defiled by blood, so that no one dared to touch their garments.

Gå bort, uren! ropte de til dem, gå bort, gå bort, ikke rør! For de flyktet, selv vandret de fra folket, og sa: De vil ikke mer bo her.

“Go away! You are unclean!” people shouted at them. “Away, away! Do not touch us!” When they fled and wandered, the nations said, “They can stay here no longer.”

HERRENS ansikt har spredt dem, han vil ikke lenger se på dem; prester respekteres ikke, og eldste får ingen nåde.

The LORD Himself has scattered them; He will no longer watch over them. The priests are not honored, and the elders receive no favor.

Våre øyne lengter fortsatt etter hjelp forgjeves, mens vi ser etter et folk som ikke kan redde oss.

Our eyes still fail as we look in vain for help; we have watched eagerly for a nation that could not save us.

De jaget våre skritt så vi ikke kunne gå i våre gater; vår ende er nær, våre dager er fullført, for vår ende er kommet.

Our steps were closely pursued so that we could not walk in our streets. Our end drew near; our days were fulfilled, for our end had come.

Våre forfølgere er raskere enn ørner i himmelen; over fjellene jaget de oss, i ørkenen ventet de oss.

Our pursuers were swifter than eagles in the sky; they chased us over the mountains and lay in wait for us in the wilderness.

Vår livsånd, HERRENS salvede, ble fanget i deres graver, hun som vi sa vi skulle leve i hennes skygge blant nasjonene.

The breath of our nostrils, the LORD’s anointed, was captured in their traps, of whom we said, 'Under his shadow we shall live among the nations.'

Gled deg og fryd deg, Edoms datter, du som bor i landet Uz. Men også de skal drikke av kalken, bli drukne og kaste opp.

Rejoice and be glad, O daughter of Edom, you who dwell in the land of Uz! But to you also the cup will pass; you will become drunk and strip yourself naked.

Straffen for din synd, Sions datter, er uttømt; Han vil ikke lenger føre deg i eksil. Men Edoms datter, Han vil straffe din skyld, Han vil avdekke dine synder.

The punishment of your iniquity, O daughter of Zion, is accomplished; He will keep you in exile no longer. But He will punish your iniquity, O daughter of Edom; He will expose your sins.