Salme 10
1 Herre! hvorfor staar du saa langt borte! hvorfor skjuler du dig i Nødens Tider?
Why do thou stand afar off, O Jehovah? Why do thou hide thyself in times of trouble?
2 Ved den ugudeliges Hovmod ængstes de elendige; de gribes i de Tanker, hvilke han optænkte.
In the pride of the wicked man the poor man is hotly pursued. Let them be taken in the devices that they have conceived.
3 Thi den ugudelige roser sig af sin Sjæls Begæring, og den rovgerrige velsigner sig, Herren foragter han.
For the wicked man boasts of his heart's desire. And the greedy man renounces, yea, despises Jehovah.
4 Den ugudelige sætter Næsen højt og siger: Der er ingen Hjemsøgelse; der er ingen Gud, saa ere alle hans Tanker.
The wicked man, in the pride of his countenance, says, He will not require it. All his thoughts are, There is no God.
5 Hans Veje lykkes altid, dine Domme ere ham for høje; han trodser alle sine Fjender.
His ways are profane at all times. Thy judgments are far above out of his sight. As for all his adversaries, he puffs at them.
6 Han siger i sit Hjerte: Jeg skal ikke rokkes, fra Slægt til Slægt skal jeg ikke komme i Ulykke.
He says in his heart, I shall not be moved. To all generations I shall not be in adversity.
7 Hans Mund er fuld af Banden og Svig og Bedrageri, under hans Tunge er Uret og Ondskab.
His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and oppression. Under his tongue is mischief and iniquity.
8 Han sidder paa Lur i Byerne, i Skjul ihjelslaar han en uskyldig; hans Øjne spejde efter den svage.
He sits in the lurking-places of the villages. In the covert places he murders the innocent man. His eyes are secretly set against the poor man.
9 Han lurer i Skjul som en Løve i sin Hule, han lurer paa at gribe en elendig; han griber den elendige, idet han drager ham i sit Garn.
He lurks in secret as a lion in his covert. He lies in wait to catch the poor man. He catches the poor man when he draws him in his net.
10 Knuste synke disse hen, og for hans vældige falde de svage.
He crouches, he bows down, and helpless men fall by his strong men.
11 Han siger i sit Hjerte: Gud har glemt det, han har skjult sit Ansigt, han ser det ikke i Evighed.
He says in his heart, God has forgotten. He hides his face. He will never see it.
12 Staa op, Herre! Gud, opløft din Haand, glem ikke de elendige!
Arise, O Jehovah, O God, lift up thy hand. Do not forget the poor.
13 Hvorfor skal en ugudelig foragte Gud? han siger i sit Hjerte: Du hjemsøger ikke.
Why does the wicked man despise God, and say in his heart, Thou will not require it?
14 Du ser det! thi du skuer Møje og Fortræd, saa at de kunne lægges i din Haand; den svage forlader sig paa dig, du har været den faderløses Hjælper.
Thou have seen. For thou behold mischief and spite, to repay with thy hand. The poor man commits himself to thee. Thou have been the helper of the fatherless.
15 Sønderbryd den ugudeliges Arm; og hjemsøg den ondes Ugudelighed, indtil du ikke finder den mere.
Break thou the arm of the sinner and the evil man. His wickedness shall be sought, and shall not be found.
16 Herren er Konge evindelig, og altid; Hedningerne omkomme af hans Land.
Jehovah is King forever and ever. The nations have perished out of his land.
17 Du, Herre! hører de elendiges Begæring, du styrker deres Hjerte, du lader dit Øre mærke derpaa
Jehovah, thou have heard the desire of the humble. Thou will prepare their heart, thou will cause thine ear to hear,
18 for at skaffe den faderløse og ringe Ret; ej længer skal et Menneske, der er af Jorden, vedblive at volde Skræk.
to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that man who is of the earth may no more be terrible.
