< Salme 22 >
1 Til Sangmesteren; til „Morgenrødens Hind‟; en Psalme af David.
[For the Chief Musician; set to "The Doe of the Morning." A Psalm by David.] My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
2 Min Gud, min Gud! hvorfor har du forladt mig, du er fjern fra min Frelse, fra mit Klageskrig.
My God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
3 Min Gud! jeg raaber om Dagen, og du svarer ikke; og om Natten, og jeg kan ikke være stille.
But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Israel.
4 Men du er hellig, du, som bor iblandt Israels Lovsange!
Our fathers trusted in you. They trusted, and you delivered them.
5 Vore Fædre forlode sig paa dig; de forlode sig paa dig, og du friede dem.
They cried to you, and escaped. They trusted in you, and were not put to shame.
6 Til dig raabte de og frelstes; de forlode sig paa dig, og bleve ikke beskæmmede.
But I am a worm, and no man; scorned by people and despised by the people.
7 Men jeg er en Orm og ikke en Mand, Menneskens Spot og Folks Foragt.
All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,
8 Alle de, som se mig, spotte mig; de vrænge Mund, de ryste med Hovedet:
"He trusts in the LORD; let him deliver him. Let him rescue him, since he delights in him."
9 „Vælt det paa Herren, han befri ham; han redde ham, efterdi han har Lyst til ham‟!
But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
10 Du er dog den, som drog mig af Moders Liv, du lod mig hvile trygt ved min Moders Bryster.
I was thrown on you from my mother's womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.
11 Paa dig er jeg kastet fra Moders Liv af; du er min Gud fra min Moders Skød.
Do not be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is none to help.
12 Vær ikke langt fra mig, thi Angest er nær; thi der er ingen Hjælper.
Many bulls have surrounded me. Mighty ones of Bashan have encircled me.
13 Mange Øksne have omgivet mig; Basans Tyre have omringet mig.
They open their mouths wide against me, like a lion tearing prey and roaring.
14 De oplode deres Gab imod mig som en Løve, der river og brøler.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15 Jeg er udøst som Vand, og alle mine Ben adskille sig; mit Hjerte er som Voks, det smelter midt i mit Liv.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; and you have brought me into the dust of death.
16 Min Kraft er tørret som et Potteskaar, min Tunge hænger ved mine Gummer, og du lægger mig ned i Dødens Støv.
For many dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and my feet.
17 Thi Hunde have omgivet mig; de ondes Hob har omringet mig; de have gennemboret mine Hænder og mine Fødder.
I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
18 Jeg kan tælle alle mine Ben; de se til, de se paa mig.
They divide my clothes among themselves, and for my clothing they cast a lot.
19 De dele mine Klæder imellem sig og kaste Lod om mit Klædebon.
But do not be far off, LORD. You are my help: hurry to help me.
20 Men du, Herre, vær ikke langt borte! min Styrke, skynd dig at hjælpe mig!
Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.
21 Red min Sjæl fra Sværdet, min eneste fra Hundes Vold!
Save me from the lion's mouth. Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen, you have answered me.
22 Frels mig fra Løvens Gab og fra Enhjørningens Horn! Du har bønhørt mig.
I will declare your name to my brothers. In the midst of the assembly I will praise you.
23 Jeg vil forkynde dit Navn for mine Brødre, midt i Forsamlingen vil jeg love dig.
You who fear the LORD, praise him. All you descendants of Jacob, glorify him. Revere him, all you descendants of Israel.
24 I, som frygte Herren, lover ham! al Jakobs Sæd, ærer ham! og bæver for ham, al Israels Sæd!
For he has not despised or detested the affliction of the afflicted, nor has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.
25 Thi han har ikke foragtet og ej havt Vederstyggelighed for den elendiges Elendighed og ikke skjult sit Ansigt for ham; men der han raabte til ham, hørte han det.
Of you comes my praise in the great assembly. I will pay my vows before those who fear him.
26 Fra dig begynder min Lovsang i en stor Forsamling; jeg vil betale mine Løfter i Paasyn af dem, som frygte ham.
The humble shall eat and be satisfied. They shall praise the LORD who seek after him. Let your hearts live forever.
27 De sagtmodige skulle æde og mættes, Herren skal prises af dem, som søge ham; eders Hjerter leve altid!
Every part of the earth shall remember and turn to the LORD, and all the families of the nations shall worship before you.
28 Alle Verdens Ender skulle komme det i Hu og omvende sig til Herren; og alle Hedningernes Slægter skulle tilbede for dit Ansigt.
For the kingdom is the LORD's, and he is the ruler over the nations.
29 Thi Riget hører Herren til, og han hersker over Hedningerne.
All the prosperous of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him; and my soul shall live for him.
30 Alle mægtige paa Jorden skulle æde og tilbede; for ham skulle alle de bøje sig, som sank i Muld, og den, som ikke kunde holde sin Sjæl i Live.
Posterity shall serve him. Future generations shall be told about the LORD.
31 Efterkommerne skulle tjene ham; der skal fortælles om Herren til Efterslægten. De skulle komme og forkynde hans Retfærdighed for det Folk, som bliver født; thi han har gjort det.
They shall come and shall declare his righteousness to a people that shall be born, for he has done it.