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 by David. Hear, LORD, my righteous plea. Give ear to my prayer that doesn’t go out of deceitful lips.
2 Lad min Ret udgaa fra dit Ansigt; lad dine Øjne beskue Retskaffenhed.
Let my sentence come out of your presence. Let your eyes look on equity.
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 proved my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.
4 Med Hensyn paa Menneskenes Gerninger, da har jeg vogtet mig for Røveres Stier efter dine Læbers Ord.
As for the deeds of men, by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
5 Mine Skridt holdt sig paa dine Veje, mine Trin rokkedes ikke.
My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.
6 Jeg raaber til dig; thi du, Gud! bønhører mig; bøj dit Øre til mig, hør min Tale!
I have called on you, for you will answer me, God. Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech.
7 Bevis din underfulde Miskundhed, du, som med din højre Haand frelser dem, som tro, fra Modstanderne.
Show your marvelous loving kindness, you who save those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies.
8 Bevar mig som Øjestenen, Øjets Datter, skjul mig under dine Vingers Skygge
Keep me as the apple of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,
9 for de ugudeliges Ansigt, som ødelægge mig, for min Sjæls Fjender, som omringe mig.
from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.
10 De lukke deres Hjerte til, de tale med deres Mund af Hovmod.
They close up their callous hearts. 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 surrounded us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
12 Han er lig en Løve, der higer efter Rov, og lig en ung Løve, der sidder i Skjul.
He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, 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, LORD, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your 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 by your hand, LORD, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill the belly of your cherished ones. Your sons have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.
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 righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form.
