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Lamentations 1

1[a]How deserted lies the city,
    once so full of people!
How like a widow is she,
    who once was great among the nations!
She who was queen among the provinces
    has now become a slave.

Bitterly she weeps at night,
    tears are on her cheeks.
Among all her lovers
    there is no one to comfort her.
All her friends have betrayed her;
    they have become her enemies.

After affliction and harsh labour,
    Judah has gone into exile.
She dwells among the nations;
    she finds no resting place.
All who pursue her have overtaken her
    in the midst of her distress.

The roads to Zion mourn,
    for no one comes to her appointed festivals.
All her gateways are desolate,
    her priests groan,
her young women grieve,
    and she is in bitter anguish.

Her foes have become her masters;
    her enemies are at ease.
The Lord has brought her grief
    because of her many sins.
Her children have gone into exile,
    captive before the foe.

All the splendour has departed
    from Daughter Zion.
Her princes are like deer
    that find no pasture;
in weakness they have fled
    before the pursuer.

In the days of her affliction and wandering
    Jerusalem remembers all the treasures
    that were hers in days of old.
When her people fell into enemy hands,
    there was no one to help her.
Her enemies looked at her
    and laughed at her destruction.

Jerusalem has sinned greatly
    and so has become unclean.
All who honoured her despise her,
    for they have all seen her naked;
she herself groans
    and turns away.

Her filthiness clung to her skirts;
    she did not consider her future.
Her fall was astounding;
    there was none to comfort her.
‘Look, Lord, on my affliction,
    for the enemy has triumphed.’

10 The enemy laid hands
    on all her treasures;
she saw pagan nations
    enter her sanctuary –
those you had forbidden
    to enter your assembly.

11 All her people groan
    as they search for bread;
they barter their treasures for food
    to keep themselves alive.
‘Look, Lord, and consider,
    for I am despised.’

12 ‘Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by?
    Look around and see.
Is any suffering like my suffering
    that was inflicted on me,
that the Lord brought on me
    in the day of his fierce anger?

13 ‘From on high he sent fire,
    sent it down into my bones.
He spread a net for my feet
    and turned me back.
He made me desolate,
    faint all the day long.

14 ‘My sins have been bound into a yoke[b];
    by his hands they were woven together.
They have been hung on my neck,
    and the Lord has sapped my strength.
He has given me into the hands
    of those I cannot withstand.

15 ‘The Lord has rejected
    all the warriors in my midst;
he has summoned an army against me
    to[c] crush my young men.
In his winepress the Lord has trampled
    Virgin Daughter Judah.

16 ‘This is why I weep
    and my eyes overflow with tears.
No one is near to comfort me,
    no one to restore my spirit.
My children are destitute
    because the enemy has prevailed.’

17 Zion stretches out her hands,
    but there is no one to comfort her.
The Lord has decreed for Jacob
    that his neighbours become his foes;
Jerusalem has become
    an unclean thing among them.

18 ‘The Lord is righteous,
    yet I rebelled against his command.
Listen, all you peoples;
    look on my suffering.
My young men and young women
    have gone into exile.

19 ‘I called to my allies
    but they betrayed me.
My priests and my elders
    perished in the city
while they searched for food
    to keep themselves alive.

20 ‘See, Lord, how distressed I am!
    I am in torment within,
and in my heart I am disturbed,
    for I have been most rebellious.
Outside, the sword bereaves;
    inside, there is only death.

21 ‘People have heard my groaning,
    but there is no one to comfort me.
All my enemies have heard of my distress;
    they rejoice at what you have done.
May you bring the day you have announced
    so that they may become like me.

22 ‘Let all their wickedness come before you;
    deal with them
as you have dealt with me
    because of all my sins.
My groans are many
    and my heart is faint.’

Footnotes

  1. Lamentations 1:1 This chapter is an acrostic poem, the verses of which begin with the successive letters of the Hebrew alphabet.
  2. Lamentations 1:14 Most Hebrew manuscripts; many Hebrew manuscripts and Septuagint He kept watch over my sins
  3. Lamentations 1:15 Or has set a time for me / when he will

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Klagesangene 1

Jerusalem i sorg

1Ak ja, den travle by er nu folketom.
    Den storslåede by sidder tilbage som en fattig enke.
        Dronningen blandt byer blev degraderet til tjenestepige.
Byen jamrer og græder natten lang.
    Ingen kommer for at trøste hende i sorgen.
        Alle de gamle venner har svigtet hende.
Det judæiske folk blev mishandlet og ført bort som slaver.
    De vansmægter nu i det fremmede uden at finde hvile.
        De kunne ikke undslippe, da fjenden oversvømmede byen.
Efter at templet blev ødelagt, er det forbi med højtid og fest.
    Vejene op til Jerusalem er øde, og byens gader tomme.
        Præsterne sørger, pigerne græder, hele byen er fortvivlet.
Fjenderne gik af med sejren og plyndrede byen.
    Det var Herrens straf for al folkets ulydighed.
        Alle byens indbyggere blev ført bort som slaver.
Glansen er fuldstændig gået af den før så herlige by.
    Byens ledere var udhungrede som hjorte, der forgæves leder efter føde.
        De var for udmattede til at undslippe deres forfølgere.
Hjemløs og fattig sidder Jerusalem og mindes de skatte, hun[a] har mistet.
    Ingen af hendes venner kom hende til hjælp mod fjendens angreb.
        Hun blev hånet og spottet af den overlegne fjende.
Ingen vil længere se op til Jerusalem, som de gjorde engang.
    Hun blev ydmyget og plyndret på grund af sine mange synder.
        Nu sidder hun og jamrer, afklædt og skamfuld.
Jerusalem var utro mod Herren uden at tænke på følgerne.
    Hun fik en frygtelig straf, og der er ingen, der trøster hende.
        „Se min elendighed!” råber hun til Herren. „Min fjende foragter mig!”
10 Katastrofen er ikke til at bære, for alt er tabt.
    Ikke alene blev alle byens værdier plyndret,
        men fremmede folkeslag brød ind i templet og vanhelligede det.
11 Lidelsen ramte alle, som boede i byen.
    Hungersnøden tvang dem til at sælge deres sidste ejendele for lidt mad.
        Byen råber i sin nød: „Ak, Herre, se dog, hvor foragtet jeg er!
12 Mon der findes en større smerte end min?
    Hvad mener I, der står og ser på min ulykke?
        Det er jo Herren selv, der har sendt sin straf.
13 Nettet blev kastet ud over mig, og han fangede mig i fælden.
    Dommen kom ned fra himlen som en fortærende ild.
        Ensom og forladt sidder jeg her i min stadige pine.
14 Om halsen på mig ligger en byrde, som tynger mig til jorden.
    Alle mine synder har han lagt som et åg på mine skuldre.
        Jeg kunne intet gøre mod de mægtige fjender, han sendte.
15 På slagmarken ligger mine døde, tapre krigere.
    Han sendte en mægtig hær mod mine unge soldater.
        Han trampede på os, som man tramper druer i vinpersen.
16 Resultatet er en stadig strøm af tårer.
    Der er ingen til at trøste og hjælpe mig.
        Alt er håbløst, for fjenden har besejret os totalt.”

17 Selv om byen beder om nåde, er der ingen trøst at hente.
    Det var Herren, der befalede nabofolkene at gå imod Israel.
        De ser nu på Jerusalem som det værste skidt.

18 „Trods mine lidelser,” siger Jerusalem, „ved jeg, at Herrens dom var retfærdig,
    for vi gjorde oprør imod alle hans befalinger.
        Forstå min smerte, alle I folkeslag: Mine indbyggere er ført bort som slaver.
19 Uanset mit råb om hjælp blev jeg svigtet af mine nærmeste venner.
    Mine præster og ledere bukkede under for hungersnøden,
        forgæves søgte de efter mad nok til at overleve.
20 Vær mig nådig, Herre, for jeg erkender min synd.
    De, der vovede sig ud på gaden, blev dræbt af sværdet,
        men de, der blev inde i husene, bukkede under for sulten.
21 Ynkelige suk er alt, hvad jeg kan ytre, og der kommer ingen for at trøste mig.
    Mine fjender fryder sig over den dom, du har afsagt over mig.
        Gid du snart vil fælde dom over dem, ligesom du dømte mig.
22 Åh, Herre, glem ikke al deres ondskab!
    Straf dem, som du har straffet mig!
        Mit hjerte er fuldt af sorg, og jeg sukker konstant.”

Footnotes

  1. 1,7 Byer er i bibelsk poesi altid hunkøn.