¹(En Salme af Asaf.) Hedninger er trængt ind i din arvelod, Gud de har besmittet dit hellige Tempel og gjort Jerusalem til en Stenhob;

¹A Psalm of Asaph. O God, nations have come into Thy inheritance, They have defiled Thy holy temple, They made Jerusalem become heaps,

²de har givet Himlens Fugle dine Tjeneres Lig til Æde, Jordens vilde Dyr dine frommes Kød;

²They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.

³deres Blod har de udøst som Vand omkring Jerusalem, ingen jorder dem;

³They have shed their blood As water round about Jerusalem, And there is none burying.

⁴vore Naboer er vi til Hån, vore Grander til Spot og Spe.

⁴We have been a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.

⁵Hvor længe vredes du, HERRE - for evigt? hvor længe skal din Nidkærhed lue som Ild?

⁵Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as fire.

⁶Udøs din Vrede på Folk, der ikke kender dig, på Riger, som ikke påkalder dit Navn;

⁶Pour Thy fury on the nations who have not known Thee, And on kingdoms that have not called in Thy name.

⁷thi de har opædt Jakob og lagt hans Bolig øde.

⁷For [one] hath devoured Jacob, And his habitation they have made desolate.

⁸Tilregn os ikke Fædrenes Brøde, lad din Barmhjertighed komme os snarlig i Møde, thi vi er såre ringe,

⁸Remember not for us the iniquities of forefathers, Haste, let Thy mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.

⁹Hjælp os, vor Frelses Gud, for dit Navns Æres Skyld, fri os, forlad vore Synder for dit Navns Skyld!

⁹Help us, O God of our salvation, Because of the honour of Thy name, And deliver us, and cover over our sins, For Thy name`s sake.

¹⁰Hvorfor skal Hedninger sige: "Hvor er deres Gud?" Lad dine Tjeneres udgydt Blod blive hævnet på Hedningerne for vore Øjne!

¹⁰Why do the nations say, `Where [is] their God?` Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.

¹¹Lad de fangnes Suk nå hen for dit Åsyn, udløs Dødens Børn efter din Arms Vælde,

¹¹Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.

¹²lad syvfold Gengæld ramme vore Naboer for Hånen, de viser dig, Herre!

¹²And turn Thou back to our neighbours, Sevenfold unto their bosom, their reproach, Wherewith they reproached Thee, O Lord.

¹³Men vi dit Folk og den Hjord, du røgter, vi vil evindelig takke dig, forkynde din Pris fra Slægt til Slægt!

¹³And we, Thy people, and the flock of Thy pasture, We give thanks to Thee to the age, To all generations we recount Thy praise!