1 Se henne sitte alene, byen som en gang var full av folk! Hun som var mektig blant nasjonene, er blitt som en enke! Hun som var en fyrstinne blant landene, har kommet under tvangsarbeidets åk!

See her seated by herself, the town which was full of people! She who was great among the nations has become like a widow! She who was a princess among the countries has come under the yoke of forced work!

2 Hun sørger bittert om natten, og ansiktet er vått av tårer; blant alle sine elskere har hun ingen som trøster henne: alle hennes venner har sviktet henne, de er blitt hennes fiender.

She is sorrowing bitterly in the night, and her face is wet with weeping; among all her lovers she has no comforter: all her friends have been false to her, they have become her haters.

3 Juda er tatt som fange på grunn av plage og hardt arbeid; hennes bosted er blant nasjonene, hun finner ingen hvile: alle hennes forfølgere har innhentet henne på trange steder.

Judah has been taken away as a prisoner because of trouble and hard work; her living-place is among the nations, there is no rest for her: all her attackers have overtaken her in a narrow place.

4 Sions veier er sørgmodige, for ingen kommer til de hellige møtene; alle hennes porter er øde, prestene sukker tungt: hennes jomfruer er foruroliget, og det er bittert for henne.

The ways of Zion are sad, because no one comes to the holy meeting; all her doorways are made waste, her priests are breathing out sorrow: her virgins are troubled, and it is bitter for her.

5 De som er mot henne har blitt lederen, alt går godt for hennes fiender; for Herren har sendt sorg over henne på grunn av de mange syndene hennes: hennes unge barn har gått bort som fanger foran angriperen.

Those who are against her have become the head, everything goes well for her haters; for the Lord has sent sorrow on her because of the great number of her sins: her young children have gone away as prisoners before the attacker.

6 All hennes prakt har forsvunnet fra Sions datter: hennes fyrster er blitt som hjorter uten beite, og de flykter uten styrke foran angriperen.

And all her glory has gone from the daughter of Zion: her rulers have become like harts with no place for food, and they have gone in flight without strength before the attacker.

7 Jerusalem minnes i sine sorgfulle og omvandrende dager alle de ønskelige tingene hun hadde i tidligere dager; da hennes folk kom under hennes fiendes makt og hun ingen hjelper hadde, så angriperne sin vilje oppfylt over henne og gjorde narr av hennes ødeleggelse.

Jerusalem keeps in mind, in the days of her sorrow and of her wanderings, all the desired things which were hers in days gone by; when her people came into the power of her hater and she had no helper, her attackers saw their desire effected on her and made sport of her destruction.

8 Stor er Jerusalems synd; av denne grunn er hun blitt en uren ting: alle som æret henne ser ned på henne, fordi de har sett hennes skam: nå, mens hun sukker dypt, har hun vendt tilbake.

Great is the sin of Jerusalem; for this cause she has become an unclean thing: all those who gave her honour are looking down on her, because they have seen her shame: now truly, breathing out grief, she is turned back.

9 I hennes skjørter var hennes urene veier; hun tenkte ikke på sin ende; og hennes fall har vært en forundring; hun har ingen trøster: se hennes sorg, Herre, for angriperen er opphøyet.

In her skirts were her unclean ways; she gave no thought to her end; and her fall has been a wonder; she has no comforter: see her sorrow, O Lord; for the attacker is lifted up.

10 Hennes fiendes hånd er utstrakt over alle hennes ønskede ting; for hun har sett at nasjonene har kommet inn i hennes hellige sted, de som du ga ordre om at de ikke skulle komme til folkets møte.

The hand of her hater is stretched out over all her desired things; for she has seen that the nations have come into her holy place, about whom you gave orders that they were not to come into the meeting of your people.

11 Mens de sukker dypt, leter alle hennes folk etter brød; de har gitt sine ønskede ting for mat til å gi dem liv: se, Herre, og ta notis; for hun har blitt en skammelig ting.

Breathing out grief all her people are looking for bread; they have given their desired things for food to give them life: see, O Lord, and take note; for she has become a thing of shame.

12 Kom til meg, alle dere som går forbi! Se på meg, og se om det finnes noen smerte som min smerte, som Herren har sendt over meg på sin brennende vredes dag.

Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.

13 Fra det høye har han sendt ild inn i mine bein, og den har overvunnet dem: hans nett er strakt ut for mine føtter, jeg er vendt tilbake av ham; han har gjort meg til en øde og svak person hele dagen.

From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.

14 Mine synder blir voktet på; de er samlet av hans hånd, de har kommet til min nakke; han har gjort min styrke til intet: Herren har gitt meg i hendene på dem jeg har ingen makt over.

A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.

15 Herren har gjort narr av alle mine krigere i meg, han har samlet menn mot meg for å sende ødeleggelse på mine unge menn: jomfrudatteren Juda har blitt knust som druer under Herrens føtter.

The Lord has made sport of all my men of war in me, he has got men together against me to send destruction on my young men: the virgin daughter of Judah has been crushed like grapes under the feet of the Lord.

16 For disse tingene gråter jeg; øynene mine strømmer med vann; for trøsteren som kunne gi meg nytt liv er langt fra meg: mine barn er blitt lagt øde, fordi fienden er sterk.

For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.

17 Sions hender er utstrakt; hun har ingen trøster; Herren har gitt ordre til Jakobs angripere omkring ham: Jerusalem er blitt som en uren ting blant dem.

Zion's hands are outstretched; she has no comforter; the Lord has given orders to the attackers of Jacob round about him: Jerusalem has become like an unclean thing among them.

18 Herren er rettferdig; for jeg har gått imot hans ordre: hør nå, alle dere folk, og se min smerte, mine jomfruer og mine unge menn har gått bort som fanger.

The Lord is upright; for I have gone against his orders: give ear, now, all you peoples, and see my pain, my virgins and my young men have gone away as prisoners.

19 Jeg sendte bud etter mine elskere, men de var falske mot meg: mine prester og mine ansvarlige menn pustet sitt siste sukk i byen, mens de søkte etter mat for å gi dem nytt liv.

I sent for my lovers, but they were false to me: my priests and my responsible men were breathing their last breath in the town, while they were looking for food to give them new life.

20 Se, Herre, for jeg er i nød; de innerste delene av kroppen min er dypt beveget; hjertet mitt er vendt i meg; for jeg har vært ukontrollert: ute blir barna lagt for sverdet, og i huset er det død.

See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.

21 Hør min sorgens stemme; jeg har ingen trøster; alle mine fiender har hørt om mine problemer, de er glade fordi du har gjort det: la skjebnens dag komme når de skal være som meg.

Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.

22 La all deres ondskap komme foran deg; gjør mot dem som du har gjort mot meg for alle mine synder: for høy er lyden av min sorg, og hjertets styrke er borte.

Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.