Salme 140
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme, af David.
To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, take me out of the power of the evil man; keep me safe from the violent man:
2 Herre! udfri mig fra onde Mennesker, bevar mig fra Voldsmænd!
For their hearts are full of evil designs; and they are ever making ready causes of war.
3 de, som have optænkt ondt i Hjertet, hver Dag holde sig sammen til Krig.
Their tongues are sharp like the tongue of a snake; the poison of snakes is under their lips. (Selah)
4 De have skærpet deres Tunge som en Slange, der er Øglegift under deres Læber. (Sela)
O Lord, take me out of the hands of sinners; keep me safe from the violent man: for they are designing my downfall.
5 Beskærm mig, Herre! imod den ugudeliges Hænder, bevar mig fra Voldsmænd, som tænke at lægge Stød for mine Trin.
The men of pride have put secret cords for my feet; stretching nets in my way, so that they may take me with their tricks. (Selah)
6 De hovmodige have skjult en Snare for mig og Reb, de have udspændt et Garn ved Siden af Vejen, de have lagt Fælder for mig. (Sela)
I have said to the Lord, You are my God: give ear, O Lord, to the voice of my prayer.
7 Jeg har sagt til Herren: Du er min Gud; Herre! vend dine Øren til mine ydmyge Begæringers Røst.
O Lord God, the strength of my salvation, you have been a cover over my head in the day of the fight.
8 Den Herre, Herre er min Frelses Styrke; du har dækket mit Hoved paa Rustningens Dag.
O Lord, give not the wrongdoer his desire; give him no help in his evil designs, or he may be uplifted in pride. (Selah)
9 Tilsted ikke, Herre! den ugudelige hans Begæringer, lad ikke hans onde Anslag faa Fremgang; de maatte ophøje sig deraf. (Sela)
As for those who come round me, let their heads be covered by the evil of their lips.
10 Paa deres Hoved, som omringe mig, skal den Fortræd, deres Læber voldte, komme til at hvile.
Let burning flames come down on them: let them be put into the fire, and into deep waters, so that they may not get up again.
11 Der skal rystes Gløder over dem, han skal lade dem falde i Ilden, i dybe Grave, at de ikke skulle staa op igen.
Let not a man of evil tongue be safe on earth: let destruction overtake the violent man with blow on blow.
12 En mundkaad Mand skal ikke bestaa paa Jorden; en Voldsmand skal Ulykken jage, indtil han er ganske fordreven.
I am certain that the Lord will take care of the cause of the poor, and of the rights of those who are troubled.
13 Jeg ved, at Herren skal udføre den elendiges Sag, de fattiges Ret. Ja, de retfærdige skulle prise dit Navn; de oprigtige skulle blive for dit Ansigt.
Truly, the upright will give praise to your name: the holy will have a place in your house.
