Salme 141
1 Herre! jeg har raabt til dig, skynd dig til mig, vend dine Øren til min Røst, naar jeg kalder paa dig.
A Psalm of David. O Lord, I have cried to you; hear me: attend to the voice of my supplication, when I cry to you.
2 Lad min Bøn staa som et Røgelseoffer for dit Ansigt, mine Hænders Opløftelse som et Aftenmadoffer.
Let my prayer be set forth before you as incense; the lifting up of my hands [as] an evening sacrifice.
3 Herre! sæt Vagt for min Mund, tag Vare paa mine Læbers Dør.
Set a watch, O Lord, on my mouth, and a strong door about by lips.
4 Bøj ikke mit Hjerte til nogen ond Handel, til at bedrive Misgerninger i Ugudelighed i Samfund med Mænd, som øve Uret; og lad mig ikke æde af deres lækre Mad!
Incline not my heart to evil things, to employ pretexts for sins, with me who work iniquity: and I will not. let me not unite with their choice ones.
5 Lad en retfærdig slaa mig i Kærlighed og revse mig; mit Hoved skal ikke vise Hovedolien fra sig; thi min Bøn skal fremdeles møde hines Ondskab.
The righteous shall chasten me with mercy, and reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner anoint my head: for yet shall my prayer also be in their pleasures.
6 Deres Dommere ere nedstyrtede i Klippens Favn; og de selv have hørt mine Ord, at de vare liflige.
Their mighty ones have been swallowed up near the rock: they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.
As a lump of earth is crushed upon the ground, our bones have been scattered by the [mouth of] the grave. (Sheol h7585)
8 Thi til dig, Herre, Herre! se mine Øjne hen; paa dig forlader jeg mig; giv ikke min Sjæl til Pris!
For mine eyes are to you, O Lord God: I have hoped in you; take not away my life.
9 Bevar mig fra Snaren, som de have udstillet for mig, og fra deres Garn, som gøre Uret.
Keep me from the snare which they have set for me, and from the stumbling blocks of them that work iniquity.
10 Lad de ugudelige falde i deres eget Garn, medens jeg derhos slipper forbi.
Sinners shall fall by their own net: I am alone until I shall escape.
