Salme 109
1 Min Lovsangs Gud, ti ikke!
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;
2 Thi de have opladt Ugudeligheds Mund og Falskheds Mund imod mig; de have talt imod mig med Løgnens Tunge,
For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of deceit have they opened against me: They have spoken unto me with a lying tongue.
3 og de have omringet mig med hadefulde Ord og stridt imod mig uden Aarsag.
They have compassed me about also with words of hatred, And fought against me without a cause.
4 Til Løn for min Kærlighed staa de mig imod, men jeg er stedse i Bøn.
For my love they are my adversaries: But I [give myself unto] prayer.
5 Og de beviste mig ondt for godt, og Had for min Kærlighed.
And they have rewarded me evil for good, And hatred for my love.
6 Sæt en ugudelig over ham og lad en Anklager staa ved hans højre Haand!
Set thou a wicked man over him; And let an adversary stand at his right hand.
7 Naar han dømmes, da lad ham gaa ud som skyldig, og lad hans Bøn blive tir Synd!
When he is judged, let him come forth guilty; And let his prayer be turned into sin.
8 Hans Dage vorde faa, en anden annamme hans Embede!
Let his days be few; [And] let another take his office.
9 Hans Børn vorde faderløse og hans Hustru Enke!
Let his children be fatherless, And his wife a widow.
10 Og lad hans Børn vanke hid og did og tigge, og lad dem fra deres øde Hjem søge om Føde!
Let his children be vagabonds, and beg; And let them seek [their bread] out of their desolate places.
11 Lad Aagerkarlen kaste Garn ud efter alt det, han har, og fremmede røve Frugten af hans Arbejde.
Let the extortioner catch all that he hath; And let strangers make spoil of his labor.
12 Lad ham ikke finde nogen, som bevarer Miskundhed imod ham, og ingen forbarme sig over hans faderløse!
Let there be none to extend kindness unto him; Neither let there be any to have pity on his fatherless children.
13 Hans Fremtid vorde afskaaren, deres Navn vorde udslettet i andet Led!
Let his posterity be cut off; In the generation following let their name be blotted out.
14 Hans Fædres Misgerning vorde ihukommet hos Herren og hans Moders Synd ikke udslettet!
Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with Jehovah; And let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.
15 De være Herren altid for Øje, og han udrydde deres Ihukommelse af Jorden;
Let them be before Jehovah continually, That he may cut off the memory of them from the earth;
16 fordi han ikke kom i Hu at gøre Miskundhed, men forfulgte en elendig og en fattig Mand og den, som var bedrøvet i Hjertet, for at dræbe ham.
Because he remembered not to show kindness, But persecuted the poor and needy man, And the broken in heart, to slay [them].
17 Han elskede Forbandelse, den kom ogsaa over ham, og han havde ikke Lyst til Velsignelse, og den blev ogsaa langt fra ham.
Yea, he loved cursing, and it came unto him; And he delighted not in blessing, and it was far from him.
18 Og han iførte sig Forbandelse som sit Klædebon, og den kom ind i ham som Vand og som Olie i hans Ben.
He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment, And it came into his inward parts like water, And like oil into his bones.
19 Den vorde ham som et Klædebon, hvilket han ifører sig, og som et Bælte, hvilket han altid ombinder sig med.
Let it be unto him as the raiment wherewith he covereth himself, And for the girdle wherewith he is girded continually.
20 Dette er Lønnen fra Herren til dem, som staa mig imod, og som tale ondt imod min Sjæl!
This is the reward of mine adversaries from Jehovah, And of them that speak evil against my soul.
21 Men du, Herre, Herre! gøre vel imod mig for dit Navns Skyld; red mig, fordi din Miskundhed er god.
But deal thou with me, O Jehovah the Lord, for thy name’s sake: Because thy lovingkindness is good, deliver thou me;
22 Thi jeg er elendig og fattig, og mit Hjerte er saaret inden i mig.
For I am poor and needy, And my heart is wounded within me.
23 Jeg svinder bort som en Skygge, naar den hælder, jeg bliver jaget bort som en Græshoppe.
I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
24 Mine Knæ rave af Faste, og mit Kød er magert og har ingen Fedme.
My knees are weak through fasting; And my flesh faileth of fatness.
25 Og jeg maa være deres Spot; de se mig, de ryste med deres Hoved.
I am become also a reproach unto them: When they see me, they shake their head.
26 Hjælp mig, Herre, min Gud! frels mig efter din Miskundhed,
Help me, O Jehovah my God; Oh save me according to thy lovingkindness:
27 at de maa kende, at dette er din Haand; du, Herre! du har gjort det.
That they may know that this is thy hand; [That] thou, Jehovah, hast done it.
28 Forbande de, saa velsigner du, de rejse sig, men blive til Skamme, og din Tjener glædes.
Let them curse, but bless thou: When they arise, they shall be put to shame, But thy servant shall rejoice.
29 Lad mine Modstandere iføres Forsmædelse og klædes med deres Skam som med en Kappe.
Let mine adversaries be clothed with dishonor, And let them cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.
30 Jeg vil takke Herren højlig med min Mund, og jeg vil love ham midt iblandt mange;
I will give great thanks unto Jehovah with my mouth; Yea, I will praise him among the multitude.
31 thi han staar ved den fattiges højre Haand for at frelse ham fra dem, som dømme hans Sjæl.
For he will stand at the right hand of the needy, To save him from them that judge his soul.
