Salme 140
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme, af David.
For the music director. A psalm of David. Lord, please save me from those who do evil; protect me especially from those who are violent!
2 Herre! udfri mig fra onde Mennesker, bevar mig fra Voldsmænd!
Their minds are busy plotting evil things, stirring up trouble all day long.
3 de, som have optænkt ondt i Hjertet, hver Dag holde sig sammen til Krig.
Their tongues are as sharp as those of snakes; viper's venom is on their lips. (Selah)
4 De have skærpet deres Tunge som en Slange, der er Øglegift under deres Læber. (Sela)
Lord, please keep me from falling into the hands of the wicked; protect me especially from those who are violent, who are plotting my downfall.
5 Beskærm mig, Herre! imod den ugudeliges Hænder, bevar mig fra Voldsmænd, som tænke at lægge Stød for mine Trin.
Proud people have hidden a trap for me—they have strung out a net on the path, they have set snares to catch me. (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 told the Lord, “You are my God! Lord, please listen to my cries for help!”
7 Jeg har sagt til Herren: Du er min Gud; Herre! vend dine Øren til mine ydmyge Begæringers Røst.
Lord God, my powerful Savior, you covered my head like a helmet on the day of battle.
8 Den Herre, Herre er min Frelses Styrke; du har dækket mit Hoved paa Rustningens Dag.
God, don't allow the wicked to get what they want—don't let them be successful in what they plan so they don't become proud. (Selah)
9 Tilsted ikke, Herre! den ugudelige hans Begæringer, lad ikke hans onde Anslag faa Fremgang; de maatte ophøje sig deraf. (Sela)
May the harm spoken against me by those who surround me fall back on them,
10 Paa deres Hoved, som omringe mig, skal den Fortræd, deres Læber voldte, komme til at hvile.
Let burning coals rain down on them! Let them be thrown into the fire, or into bottomless pits, never to rise 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.
Don't let people who slander others live in our land. May disaster strike down violent people.
12 En mundkaad Mand skal ikke bestaa paa Jorden; en Voldsmand skal Ulykken jage, indtil han er ganske fordreven.
Yet I know the Lord defends the rights of those who are persecuted, and gives justice to the poor.
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 those who live right are thankful for the kind of person you are, and those who are honest will live in your presence.
