Salme 10
1 Herre! hvorfor staar du saa langt borte! hvorfor skjuler du dig i Nødens Tider?
Why standest Thou afar off, O LORD? Why hidest Thou Thyself in times of trouble?
2 Ved den ugudeliges Hovmod ængstes de elendige; de gribes i de Tanker, hvilke han optænkte.
Through the pride of the wicked the poor is hotly pursued, they are taken in the devices that they have imagined.
3 Thi den ugudelige roser sig af sin Sjæls Begæring, og den rovgerrige velsigner sig, Herren foragter han.
For the wicked boasteth of his heart's desire, and the covetous vaunteth himself, though he contemn the LORD.
4 Den ugudelige sætter Næsen højt og siger: Der er ingen Hjemsøgelse; der er ingen Gud, saa ere alle hans Tanker.
The wicked, in the pride of his countenance, saith: 'He will not require'; 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 prosper at all times; Thy judgments are far above out of his sight; as for all his adversaries, he puffeth at them.
6 Han siger i sit Hjerte: Jeg skal ikke rokkes, fra Slægt til Slægt skal jeg ikke komme i Ulykke.
He saith in his heart: 'I shall not be moved, I who to all generations 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 sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; in secret places doth he slay the innocent; his eyes are on the watch for the helpless.
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 lieth in wait in a secret place as a lion in his lair, he lieth in wait to catch the poor; he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him up in his net.
10 Knuste synke disse hen, og for hans vældige falde de svage.
He croucheth, he boweth down, and the helpless fall into his mighty claws.
11 Han siger i sit Hjerte: Gud har glemt det, han har skjult sit Ansigt, han ser det ikke i Evighed.
He hath said in his heart: 'God hath forgotten; He hideth His face; He will never see.'
12 Staa op, Herre! Gud, opløft din Haand, glem ikke de elendige!
Arise, O LORD; O God, lift up Thy hand; forget not the humble.
13 Hvorfor skal en ugudelig foragte Gud? han siger i sit Hjerte: Du hjemsøger ikke.
Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God, and say in his heart: 'Thou wilt not require'?
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 hast seen; for Thou beholdest trouble and vexation, to requite them with Thy hand; unto Thee the helpless committeth himself; Thou hast 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 wicked; and as for the evil man, search out his wickedness, till none be found.
16 Herren er Konge evindelig, og altid; Hedningerne omkomme af hans Land.
The LORD is King for ever and ever; the nations are perished out of His land.
17 Du, Herre! hører de elendiges Begæring, du styrker deres Hjerte, du lader dit Øre mærke derpaa
LORD, Thou hast heard the desire of the humble: Thou wilt direct their heart, Thou wilt cause Thine ear to attend;
18 for at skaffe den faderløse og ringe Ret; ej længer skal et Menneske, der er af Jorden, vedblive at volde Skræk.
To right the fatherless and the oppressed, that man who is of the earth may be terrible no more.
