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Verse 1

Hvordan har Herren i sin vrede dekket datter Sion med mørke! Han har kastet Israels herlighet fra himmelen til jorden og glemt sin fotskammel på sin vredes dag.

How the Lord has covered the daughter of Zion in his anger with a cloud! He has thrown down the splendor of Israel from heaven to earth and has not remembered his footstool in the day of his anger.

Verse 2

Herren har slukt, uten å spare, alle Jakobs boliger. I sin vrede har han revet ned datter Judas festninger, brakt dem til bakken og vanæret kongeriket og dets fyrster.

The Lord has swallowed up all the dwellings of Jacob without pity. In his wrath, he has torn down the fortresses of the daughter of Judah, bringing them down to the ground. He has defiled her kingdom and its rulers.

Verse 3

Han har i brennende vrede hugget ned alle Israels makt. Han har trukket sin høyre hånd tilbake fra fienden og brent som en flammende ild i Jakob, rundt omkring.

In his fierce anger, he has cut off every horn of Israel. He has withdrawn his right hand from the presence of the enemy and burned in Jacob like a blazing fire that engulfs everything around it.

Verse 4

Han har spente sin bue som en fiende, med sin høyre hånd som en motstander. Han har drept alt som var til behagelig å se i datter Sions telt. Han har øst ut sin vrede som ild.

He bent his bow like an enemy, his right hand poised like an adversary. He has killed all that was precious to the eye and poured out his fury like fire on the tent of the daughter of Zion.

Verse 5

Herren har blitt som en fiende, han har slukt Israel. Han har slukt alle dens palasser, ødelagt sine festninger og lagt økning av klage og jamring i datter Juda.

The Lord appeared like an enemy; he has swallowed up Israel. He has swallowed all her palaces, destroyed her strongholds, and filled the daughter of Judah with mourning and lamentation.

Verse 6

Han har ødelagt sin lystgårds hytte, ruinert sine forsamlingssteder. Herren har fått i glemsel i Sion festdager og sabbater, og i sin harme har han foraktet konge og prest.

He has violently done away with his dwelling, as if it were a garden, destroying his appointed meeting place. The LORD has caused Zion to forget its appointed times and Sabbaths. In his fierce anger, he has despised king and priest alike.

Verse 7

Herren har forkastet sitt alter, disrespektert sin helligdom. Han har overgitt hennes palassers murer i fiendens hånd. De har brakt bråk i Herrens hus som på festdag.

The Lord has rejected his altar and disowned his sanctuary. He has delivered into the hand of the enemy the walls of her palaces. They raised their voices in the house of the LORD as on a day of appointed festival.

Verse 8

Herren har bestemt å ødelegge datter Sions mur. Han har strukket sitt måleinstrument og har ikke trukket sin hånd tilbake fra å ødelegge. Han har fått voll og mur til å sørge, de svinner sammen.

The LORD determined to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion. He stretched out a measuring line and did not turn back his hand from destroying. He caused rampart and wall to lament; they languished together.

Verse 9

Hennes porter har sunket i jorden, han har ødelagt og knust bommene. Hennes konge og fyrster er blant folkene; det er ingen lov. Heller ikke hennes profeter finner en visjon fra Herren.

Her gates have sunk into the ground; he has destroyed and broken her bars. Her king and princes are among the nations, and there is no law. Even her prophets receive no vision from the LORD.

Verse 10

Datter Sions eldste sitter stille på bakken. De har strødd støv på hodene, kledd seg i sekk. Jerusalems jomfruer har bøyd hodene til bakken.

The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust on their heads and dressed themselves in sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground in despair.

Verse 11

Mine øyne er utmattet av tårer, mine innvoller er i opprør. Min lever er utøst på bakken over mitt folks dattersruin, når spedbarn og småbarn besvimer i byens gater.

My eyes are worn out from weeping, my inner being is in turmoil; my heart is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, as children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

Verse 12

De roper til mødrene: Hvor er korn og vin? Mens de besvimer som sårede i byens gater, når de utånder i deres mødres fang.

They cry out to their mothers, 'Where is the bread and the wine?' as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, and as they breathe their last in their mothers’ arms.

Verse 13

Hva skal jeg vitne for deg, hva skal jeg sammenligne deg med, Jerusalems datter? Hva skal jeg likne deg ved, så jeg kan trøste deg, jomfru Sions datter? For ditt sammenbrudd er stort som havet. Hvem kan helbrede deg?

What can I say on your behalf? To what can I compare you, O daughter of Jerusalem? What can I liken you to, so that I may comfort you, O virgin daughter of Zion? Your wound is as vast as the sea—who can heal you?

Verse 14

Dine profeter har for deg sett falske og tåpelige syner. De har ikke avdekket din skyld for å bringe tilbake fangenskapet, men har sett for deg falske og villedende syner.

The visions of your prophets were false and empty; they did not expose your iniquity to restore your fortunes. Instead, they saw false and misleading oracles for you.

Verse 15

Alle som går forbi slår hendene sammen over deg. De plystrer og rister på hodet over Jerusalem og sier: Er dette byen som ble kalt skjønnhetens fullkommenhet, hele jordens glede?

All who pass along the way clap their hands at you; they hiss and wag their heads at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, 'Is this the city that was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of all the earth?'

Verse 16

Alle dine fiender har åpnet munnen mot deg. De plystrer og skjærer tenner og sier: Vi har svelget henne. Ja, dette er dagen vi har ventet på; vi har funnet den, vi har sett den.

All your enemies open their mouths against you; they hiss and grind their teeth, saying, 'We have swallowed her up. Surely this is the day we hoped for; we have found it, we have seen it.'

Verse 17

Herren har gjort hva han hadde til hensikt, han har oppfylt sitt ord som han ga befaling om i gamle dager. Han har revet ned uten medlidenhet, og han har latt fienden glede seg over deg, gitt dine motstandere makt.

The LORD has done what he planned; he has fulfilled his word that he decreed long ago. He has overthrown without pity; he has let the enemy gloat over you and exalt the horn of your adversaries.

Verse 18

Deres hjerte ropte til Herren: Muren til datter Sion, la dine tårer renne som en bekk både dag og natt. Gi deg selv ingen hvile, la ikke øyets eple roe seg.

Their heart cried out to the Lord. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let your tears flow like a stream day and night; give yourself no rest, and let your eyes have no respite.

Verse 19

Stå opp, rop ut om natten ved begynnelsen av vekter. Øs ut ditt hjerte som vann foran Herrens åsyn. Løft dine hender til ham for dine smås liv, de som besvimer av sult ved alle gates hjørner.

Arise, cry out in the night, at the start of the night watches; pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your little children who faint from hunger at every street corner.

Verse 20

Herre, se og betrakt hvem du har behandlet slik. Skal kvinner spise sine fruktbare barn, de små de bar på sine armer? Skal prest og profet bli drept i Herrens helligdom?

Look, LORD, and consider: Whom have you ever treated like this? Should women eat their own children, the little ones they have cherished? Should priest and prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?

Verse 21

Ung og gammel ligger på gaten, mine jomfruer og mine unge menn har falt for sverdet. Du har slaktet dem på din vredes dag, og du har ikke spart.

Young and old lie together in the dust of the streets; my young women and young men have fallen by the sword. You have slain them in the day of your anger; you have slaughtered them without pity.

Verse 22

Du kalte mine redsler sammen som på en festdag. På Herrens vredes dag var det ingen som slapp unna eller overlevde. De jeg pleide og oppfostret, ble fienden utryddet.

You summoned, as if to a feast day, terrors on every side. On the day of the LORD’s anger, no one escaped or survived. Those I cared for and raised, my enemy has destroyed.

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