Klagesangene 3

 
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                                    1 Jeg er den, der så nød ved hans vredes ris,                                

                                    1 I am the man who has seen afflictionBecause of the rod of His wrath.                                
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                                    2 mig har han ført og ledt i det tykkeste Mulm,                                

                                    2 He has driven me and made me walkIn darkness and not in light.                                
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                                    3 ja, Hånden vender han mod mig Dagen lang.                                

                                    3 Surely against me He has turned His handRepeatedly all the day.                                
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                                    4 Mit Bød og min Hud har han opslidt, brudt mine Ben,                                

                                    4 He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away,He has broken my bones.                                
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                                    5 han mured mig inde, omgav mig med Galde og Møje,                                

                                    5 He has besieged and encompassed me with bitterness and hardship.                                
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                                    6 lod mig bo i Mørke som de, der for længst er døde.                                

                                    6 In dark places He has made me dwell,Like those who have long been dead.                                
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                                    7 Han har spærret mig inde og lagt mig i tunge Lænker.                                

                                    7 He has walled me in so that I cannot go out;He has made my chain heavy.                                
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                                    8 Om jeg end råber og skriger, min Bøn er stængt ude.                                

                                    8 Even when I cry out and call for help,He shuts out my prayer.                                
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                                    9 Han spærred mine Veje med Kvader, gjorde Stierne kroge.                                

                                    9 He has blocked my ways with hewn stone;He has made my paths crooked.                                
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                                    10 Han blev mig en lurende Bjørn, en Løve i Baghold;                                

                                    10 He is to me like a bear lying in wait,Like a lion in secret places.                                
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                                    11 han ledte mig vild, rev mig sønder og lagde mig øde;                                

                                    11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces;He has made me desolate.                                
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                                    12 han spændte sin Bue; lod mig være Skive for Pilen.                                

                                    12 He bent His bowAnd set me as a target for the arrow.                                
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                                    13 Han sendte sit Koggers Sønner i Nyrerne på mig;                                

                                    13 He made the arrows of His quiverTo enter into my inward parts.                                
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                                    14 hvert Folk lo mig ud og smæded mig Dagen lang,                                

                                    14 I have become a laughingstock to all my people,Their mocking song all the day.                                
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                                    15 med bittert mætted han mig, gav mig Malurt at drikke.                                

                                    15 He has filled me with bitterness,He has made me drunk with wormwood.                                
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                                    16 Mine Tænder lod han bide i Flint, han trådte mig i Støvet;                                

                                    16 He has broken my teeth with gravel;He has made me cower in the dust.                                
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                                    17 han skilte min Sjæl fra Freden, jeg glemte Lykken                                

                                    17 My soul has been rejected from peace;I have forgotten happiness.                                
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                                    18 og sagde: "Min Livskraft, mit Håb til HERREN er ude."                                

                                    18 So I say, “My strength has perished,And so has my hope from the Lord.”                                
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                                    19 At mindes min Vånde og Flakken er Malurt og Galde;                                

                                    19 Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood and bitterness.                                
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                                    20 min Sjæl, den mindes det grant den grubler betynget.                                

                                    20 Surely my soul remembersAnd is bowed down within me.                                
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                                    21 Det lægger jeg mig på Sinde, derfor vil jeg håbe:                                

                                    21 This I recall to my mind,Therefore I have hope.                                
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                                    22 HERRENs Miskundhed er ikke til Ende, ikke brugt op,                                

                                    22 The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease,For His compassions never fail.                                
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                                    23 hans Nåde er ny hver Morgen, hans Trofasthed stor.                                

                                    23 They are new every morning;Great is Your faithfulness.                                
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                                    24 Min Del er HERREN, (siger min Sjæl,) derfor håber jeg på ham.                                

                                    24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,“Therefore I have hope in Him.”                                
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                                    25 Dem, der bier på HERREN, er han god, den Sjæl, der ham søger;                                

                                    25 The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,To the person who seeks Him.                                
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                                    26 det er godt at håbe i Stilhed på HERRENs Frelse,                                

                                    26 It is good that he waits silentlyFor the salvation of the Lord.                                
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                                    27 godt for en Mand, at han bærer Åg i sin Ungdom.                                

                                    27 It is good for a man that he should bearThe yoke in his youth.                                
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                                    28 Han sidde ensom og tavs, når han lægger det på ham;                                

                                    28 Let him sit alone and be silentSince He has laid it on him.                                
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                                    29 han trykke sin Mund mod Støvet, måske er der Håb.                                

                                    29 Let him put his mouth in the dust,Perhaps there is hope.                                
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                                    30 Række Kind til den, der slår ham, mættes med Hån.                                

                                    30 Let him give his cheek to the smiter,Let him be filled with reproach.                                
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                                    31 Thi Herren bortstøder ikke for evigt,                                

                                    31 For the Lord will not reject forever,                                
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                                    32 har han voldt Kvide, så ynkes han, stor er hans Nåde;                                

                                    32 For if He causes grief,Then He will have compassionAccording to His abundant lovingkindness.                                
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                                    33 ej af Hjertet plager og piner han Menneskens Børn.                                

                                    33 For He does not afflict willinglyOr grieve the sons of men.                                
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                                    34 Når Landets Fanger til Hobe trædes under Fod,                                

                                    34 To crush under His feetAll the prisoners of the land,                                
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                                    35 når Mandens Ret for den Højestes Åsyn bøjes,                                

                                    35 To deprive a man of justiceIn the presence of the Most High,                                
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                                    36 når en Mand lider Uret i sin Sag mon Herren ej ser det?                                

                                    36 To defraud a man in his lawsuit—Of these things the Lord does not approve.                                
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                                    37 Hvo taler vel, så det sker, om ej Herren byder?                                

                                    37 Who is there who speaks and it comes to pass,Unless the Lord has commanded it?                                
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                                    38 Kommer ikke både ondt og godt fra den Højestes Mund?                                

                                    38 Is it not from the mouth of the Most HighThat both good and ill go forth?                                
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                                    39 Over hvad skal den levende sukke? Hver over sin Synd!                                

                                    39 Why should any living mortal, or any man,Offer complaint in view of his sins?                                
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                                    40 Lad os ransage, granske vore Veje og vende os til HERREN,                                

                                    40 Let us examine and probe our ways,And let us return to the Lord.                                
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                                    41 løfte Hænder og Hjerte til Gud i Himlen;                                

                                    41 We lift up our heart and handsToward God in heaven;                                
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                                    42 vi syndede og stod imod, du tilgav ikke,                                

                                    42 We have transgressed and rebelled,You have not pardoned.                                
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                                    43 men hylled dig i Vrede, forfulgte os, dræbte uden Skånsel,                                

                                    43 You have covered Yourself with angerAnd pursued us;You have slain and have not spared.                                
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                                    44 hylled dig i Skyer, så Bønnen ej nåed frem;                                

                                    44 You have covered Yourself with a cloudSo that no prayer can pass through.                                
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                                    45 til Skarn og til Udskud har du gjort os midt iblandt Folkene.                                

                                    45 You have made us mere offscouring and refuseIn the midst of the peoples.                                
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                                    46 De opspærred Munden imod os, alle vore Fjender.                                

                                    46 All our enemies have opened their mouths against us.                                
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                                    47 Vor Lod blev Gru og Grav og Sammenbruds Øde;                                

                                    47 Panic and pitfall have befallen us,Devastation and destruction;                                
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                                    48 Vandstrømme græder mit Øje, mit Folk brød sammen.                                

                                    48 My eyes run down with streams of waterBecause of the destruction of the daughter of my people.                                
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                                    49 Hvileløst strømmer mit Øje, det kender ej Ro,                                

                                    49 My eyes pour down unceasingly,Without stopping,                                
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                                    50 før HERREN skuer ned fra Himlen, før han ser til.                                

                                    50 Until the Lord looks downAnd sees from heaven.                                
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                                    51 Synet af Byens Døtre piner min Sjæl.                                

                                    51 My eyes bring pain to my soulBecause of all the daughters of my city.                                
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                                    52 Jeg joges som en Fugl af Fjender, hvis Had var grundløst,                                

                                    52 My enemies without causeHunted me down like a bird;                                
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                                    53 de spærred mig inde i en Grube, de stenede mig;                                

                                    53 They have silenced me in the pitAnd have placed a stone on me.                                
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                                    54 Vand strømmed over mit Hoved, jeg tænkte: "Fortabt!"                                

                                    54 Waters flowed over my head;I said, “I am cut off!”                                
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                                    55 Dit Navn påkaldte jeg, HERRE, fra Grubens Dyb;                                

                                    55 I called on Your name, O Lord,Out of the lowest pit.                                
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                                    56 du hørte min Røst: "O, gør dig ej døv for mit Skrig!"                                

                                    56 You have heard my voice,“Do not hide Your ear from my prayer for relief,From my cry for help.”                                
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                                    57 Nær var du den Dag jeg kaldte, du sagde: "Frygt ikke!"                                

                                    57 You drew near when I called on You;You said, “Do not fear!”                                
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                                    58 Du førte min Sag, o Herre, genløste mit Liv;                                

                                    58 O Lord, You have pleaded my soul’s cause;You have redeemed my life.                                
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                                    59 HERRE, du ser, jeg lider Uret. skaf mig min Ret!                                

                                    59 O Lord, You have seen my oppression;Judge my case.                                
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                                    60 Al deres Hævnlyst ser du, alle deres Rænker,                                

                                    60 You have seen all their vengeance,All their schemes against me.                                
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                                    61 du hører deres Smædeord HERRE, deres Rænker imod mig,                                

                                    61 You have heard their reproach, O Lord,All their schemes against me.                                
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                                    62 mine Fjenders Tale og Tanker imod mig bestandig.                                

                                    62 The lips of my assailants and their whisperingAre against me all day long.                                
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                                    63 Se dem, når de sidder eller står, deres Nidvise er jeg.                                

                                    63 Look on their sitting and their rising;I am their mocking song.                                
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                                    64 Dem vil du gengælde, HERRE, deres Hænders Gerning,                                

                                    64 You will recompense them, O Lord,According to the work of their hands.                                
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                                    65 gør deres Hjerte forhærdet din Forbandelse over dem!                                

                                    65 You will give them hardness of heart,Your curse will be on them.                                
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                                    66 forfølg dem i Vrede, udryd dem under din Himmel. ﻿                                

                                    66 You will pursue them in anger and destroy themFrom under the heavens of the Lord!