Salme 10
1 Herre! hvorfor staar du saa langt borte! hvorfor skjuler du dig i Nødens Tider?
Wherefore, O Yahweh, shouldst thou stand afar off? [Wherefore] hide thyself, in times of destitution?
2 Ved den ugudeliges Hovmod ængstes de elendige; de gribes i de Tanker, hvilke han optænkte.
In the pride of the lawless one, he hotly pursueth the poor, let them be caught in the plots which they have devised!
3 Thi den ugudelige roser sig af sin Sjæls Begæring, og den rovgerrige velsigner sig, Herren foragter han.
For the lawless one hath boasted over the longing of his soul, and, the robber, hath blasphemed Yahweh.
4 Den ugudelige sætter Næsen højt og siger: Der er ingen Hjemsøgelse; der er ingen Gud, saa ere alle hans Tanker.
The lawless one, in the loftiness of his countenance, will not enquire, God is not in any of his plots:
5 Hans Veje lykkes altid, dine Domme ere ham for høje; han trodser alle sine Fjender.
His ways are firm at all times, On high, are thy righteous regulations, 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 hath said in his heart, I shall not be shaken, —From generation to generation, shall I be in no misfortune.
7 Hans Mund er fuld af Banden og Svig og Bedrageri, under hans Tunge er Uret og Ondskab.
With cursing, his mouth is full, and with deceptions and oppression, Under his tongue, are trouble and mischief:
8 Han sidder paa Lur i Byerne, i Skjul ihjelslaar han en uskyldig; hans Øjne spejde efter den svage.
He abideth in the lurking-place of villages, In the hiding-places, he murdereth the innocent, —His eyes, for the unfortunate, are on the watch:
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 hiding-place, like a lion in his covert, He lieth in wait to catch the humbled, He catcheth the humbled, by drawing him into his net:
10 Knuste synke disse hen, og for hans vældige falde de svage.
He croucheth, he lieth down, then falleth he with his strong claws upon the unfortunate.
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 hath veiled his face, Oh he hath never seen!
12 Staa op, Herre! Gud, opløft din Haand, glem ikke de elendige!
Arise! Yahweh! O GOD! raise thy hand, —Do not forget the patient!
13 Hvorfor skal en ugudelig foragte Gud? han siger i sit Hjerte: Du hjemsøger ikke.
Wherefore hath the lawless one blasphemed God? He hath said in his heart, Thou wilt 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 hast seen! For, thou, mischief and misery, dost discern, to requite with thine own hand, Unto thee, doth, the unfortunate one, give himself up, To the fatherless, thou thyself, hast become a helper.
15 Sønderbryd den ugudeliges Arm; og hjemsøg den ondes Ugudelighed, indtil du ikke finder den mere.
Shatter thou the arm of the lawless one, And, as for the wrongful, wilt thou not enquire for his lawlessness—wilt thou not find [it]?
16 Herren er Konge evindelig, og altid; Hedningerne omkomme af hans Land.
Yahweh, is king, to times age-abiding and beyond, 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
The longing of the patient, thou hast heard, O Yahweh, Thou wilt establish their heart, Thou wilt make attentive thine ear:
18 for at skaffe den faderløse og ringe Ret; ej længer skal et Menneske, der er af Jorden, vedblive at volde Skræk.
To vindicate the fatherless and the crushed, A man of the earth, shall, no further, cause terror!
