Salme 17
1 En Bøn af David. Herre! hør Retfærdighed, giv Agt paa mit Raab, vend Øren til min Bøn, som ikke sker med svigefulde Læber.
A prayer of David. Lord, please hear my cry for justice! Please pay attention to my call for help! Listen to the prayer of an honest man!
2 Lad min Ret udgaa fra dit Ansigt; lad dine Øjne beskue Retskaffenhed.
Vindicate me before you—for you see what is right.
3 Du prøvede mit Hjerte, du besøgte det om Natten, du smeltede mig: Du fandt intet; jeg tænkte, min Mund skal ikke overtræde.
You have observed my thoughts, you have visited me at night, you have examined me—and you have found nothing wrong. I promised myself I wouldn't say anything I shouldn't.
4 Med Hensyn paa Menneskenes Gerninger, da har jeg vogtet mig for Røveres Stier efter dine Læbers Ord.
With regard to the actions of others: I have done what you told me and I have avoided what violent people do.
5 Mine Skridt holdt sig paa dine Veje, mine Trin rokkedes ikke.
I have not strayed from your path; my feet have not slipped from it.
6 Jeg raaber til dig; thi du, Gud! bønhører mig; bøj dit Øre til mig, hør min Tale!
God, I call out to you because I know you will answer; please listen carefully to what I have to say.
7 Bevis din underfulde Miskundhed, du, som med din højre Haand frelser dem, som tro, fra Modstanderne.
Show me how wonderful your trustworthy love really is, Savior of those who come to you for protection against their enemies!
8 Bevar mig som Øjestenen, Øjets Datter, skjul mig under dine Vingers Skygge
Keep me safe as someone you love; hide me underneath your wings.
9 for de ugudeliges Ansigt, som ødelægge mig, for min Sjæls Fjender, som omringe mig.
Protect me from the attacks of the wicked who want to destroy me, from my enemies who surround me, intent on killing me.
10 De lukke deres Hjerte til, de tale med deres Mund af Hovmod.
They have no compassion, and all they have to say is pure arrogance.
11 Hvor vi gaa, have de nu omringet os; deres Øjemed er, at vi maa glide paa Jorden.
They hunt me down and surround me, looking for the chance to knock me down in the dust.
12 Han er lig en Løve, der higer efter Rov, og lig en ung Løve, der sidder i Skjul.
They are like lions, longing to tear their prey apart; like fierce lions crouching in ambush.
13 Herre! staa op, forekom ham, bøj ham; frels min Sjæl fra den ugudelige ved dit Sværd,
Lord, stand up and confront them! Force them to back down! By your sword rescue me from the wicked!
14 fra Folk ved din Haand; Herre! fra Verdens Folk, som have deres Del i Livet, øg hvis Bug du fylder med dine Skatte; deres Børn mættes, og det, som de have tilovers, efterlade de til deres spæde Børn.
Lord, by your power, save me from people whose only thought is for this world. May they be filled with what you have in store for them, their children too, with left-overs for their grandchildren!
15 Men jeg skal beskue dit Ansigt i Retfærdighed; jeg skal mættes ved din Skikkelse, naar jeg opvaagner.
As for me, I shall see your face in all its goodness. When I awake, I will be so pleased to see you face to face.
