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.
Hear the right, O Yhwh, attend unto my cry, give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.
2 Lad min Ret udgaa fra dit Ansigt; lad dine Øjne beskue Retskaffenhed.
Let my sentence come forth from thy presence; let thine eyes behold the things that are equal.
3 Du prøvede mit Hjerte, du besøgte det om Natten, du smeltede mig: Du fandt intet; jeg tænkte, min Mund skal ikke overtræde.
Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast visited me in the night; thou hast tried me, and shalt find nothing; I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.
4 Med Hensyn paa Menneskenes Gerninger, da har jeg vogtet mig for Røveres Stier efter dine Læbers Ord.
Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.
5 Mine Skridt holdt sig paa dine Veje, mine Trin rokkedes ikke.
Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.
6 Jeg raaber til dig; thi du, Gud! bønhører mig; bøj dit Øre til mig, hør min Tale!
I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.
7 Bevis din underfulde Miskundhed, du, som med din højre Haand frelser dem, som tro, fra Modstanderne.
Shew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up against them.
8 Bevar mig som Øjestenen, Øjets Datter, skjul mig under dine Vingers Skygge
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,
9 for de ugudeliges Ansigt, som ødelægge mig, for min Sjæls Fjender, som omringe mig.
From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.
10 De lukke deres Hjerte til, de tale med deres Mund af Hovmod.
They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.
11 Hvor vi gaa, have de nu omringet os; deres Øjemed er, at vi maa glide paa Jorden.
They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;
12 Han er lig en Løve, der higer efter Rov, og lig en ung Løve, der sidder i Skjul.
Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
13 Herre! staa op, forekom ham, bøj ham; frels min Sjæl fra den ugudelige ved dit Sværd,
Arise, O Yhwh, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:
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.
From men which are thy hand, O Yhwh, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.
15 Men jeg skal beskue dit Ansigt i Retfærdighed; jeg skal mættes ved din Skikkelse, naar jeg opvaagner.
As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.
