Salme 140
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme, af David.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Rescue me, O Yahweh, from the men of mischief, From the men of violence, wilt thou preserve me:
2 Herre! udfri mig fra onde Mennesker, bevar mig fra Voldsmænd!
Who have devised mischiefs in their [heart], Every day, do they stir up wars:
3 de, som have optænkt ondt i Hjertet, hver Dag holde sig sammen til Krig.
They have sharpened their tongue like a serpent, —The poison of the asp, is under their lips. (Selah)
4 De have skærpet deres Tunge som en Slange, der er Øglegift under deres Læber. (Sela)
Keep me, O Yahweh, from the hands of the lawless one, From the man of violence, wilt thou preserve me, —who have devised, to thrust at my steps:
5 Beskærm mig, Herre! imod den ugudeliges Hænder, bevar mig fra Voldsmænd, som tænke at lægge Stød for mine Trin.
The proud have hidden a snare for me, and, cords, have they spread as a net beside the track, Snares, have they set for 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 have said unto Yahweh, My GOD, thou art! Give ear, O Yahweh, unto the voice of my supplications.
7 Jeg har sagt til Herren: Du er min Gud; Herre! vend dine Øren til mine ydmyge Begæringers Røst.
O Yahweh, My Lord, my saving strength, thou hast screened my head in the day of battle.
8 Den Herre, Herre er min Frelses Styrke; du har dækket mit Hoved paa Rustningens Dag.
Do not grant, O Yahweh, the desires of the lawless one, his device, do not promote, They would exalt themselves. (Selah)
9 Tilsted ikke, Herre! den ugudelige hans Begæringer, lad ikke hans onde Anslag faa Fremgang; de maatte ophøje sig deraf. (Sela)
As for the head of them who surround me, Let the mischief of their lips cover them:
10 Paa deres Hoved, som omringe mig, skal den Fortræd, deres Læber voldte, komme til at hvile.
May there be dropped on them live coals, —Into the fire, may they be let fall, into watery pits [from which] they shall not rise.
11 Der skal rystes Gløder over dem, han skal lade dem falde i Ilden, i dybe Grave, at de ikke skulle staa op igen.
As for the slanderer, let him not be established in the earth, —As for the man of wrongful violence, let misfortune hunt him with thrust upon thrust.
12 En mundkaad Mand skal ikke bestaa paa Jorden; en Voldsmand skal Ulykken jage, indtil han er ganske fordreven.
I know that Yahweh will execute, the right of the oppressed one, the vindication of the needy.
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.
Surely, the righteous, shall give thanks to thy Name, the upright shall dwell in thy presence.
