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. Hear the right, O LORD, attend to my cry, give ear to 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 thy 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 my heart; thou hast visited [me] in the night; thou hast tried me, [and] shalt find nothing; I have 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.
Uphold 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 thy ear to me, [and hear] my speech.
7 Bevis din underfulde Miskundhed, du, som med din højre Haand frelser dem, som tro, fra Modstanderne.
Show thy wonderful loving-kindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them who 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 shade 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] encompass me,
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 LORD disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, [who 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 [who are] thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, [who 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 shall behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.
