Salme 31
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David. Herre! jeg tror paa dig, lad mig ikke beskæmmes evindelig; udfri mig ved din Retfærdighed.
To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. In you, O Lord, have I put my hope; let me never be shamed; keep me safe in your righteousness.
2 Bøj dit Øre til mig, red mig hastelig; vær mig en fast Klippe, en sikker Borg til at frelse mig.
Let your ear be turned to me; take me quickly out of danger; be my strong Rock, my place of strength where I may be safe.
3 Thi du er min Klippe og min Befæstning, og for dit Navns Skyld vil du lede mig og føre mig.
For you are my Rock and my strong tower; go in front of me and be my guide, because of your name.
4 Du vil udføre mig af Garnet, som de have skjult for mig; thi du er min Styrke.
Take me out of the net which they have put ready for me secretly; for you are my strength.
5 I din Haand befaler jeg min Aand; du forløste mig, Herre, du sande Gud!
Into your hands I give my spirit; you are my saviour, O Lord God for ever true.
6 Jeg hader dem, som tage Vare paa Løgnens Gøglebilleder; men paa Herren forlader jeg mig.
I am full of hate for those who go after false gods; but my hope is in the Lord.
7 Jeg vil fryde mig og være glad ved din Miskundhed; thi du har set min Elendighed, du har kendt min Sjæleangest.
I will be glad and have delight in your mercy; because you have seen my trouble; you have had pity on my soul in its sorrows;
8 Du overantvordede mig ikke i Fjendens Haand; du lod mine Fødder staa paa et vidt Rum.
And you have not given me into the hand of my hater; you have put my feet in a wide place.
9 Herre! vær mig naadig, thi jeg er angest; hentæret af Sorg er mit Øje, min Sjæl og min Krop.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10 Thi mit Liv er svundet hen i Bedrøvelse og mine Aar i Suk; min Kraft er brudt for min Misgernings Skyld, og mine Ben ere hentørrede.
My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
11 Ved alle mine Fjender er jeg bleven til Spot, og det i rigt Maal for mine Naboer og til Forskrækkelse for mine Kyndinge; de, som saa mig udenfor, flyede fra mig.
Because of all those who are against me, I have become a word of shame to my neighbours; a cause of shaking the head and a fear to my friends: those who saw me in the street went in flight from me.
12 Jeg blev glemt, ude af Sinde som en død, jeg var som et Kar, der gaar tabt.
I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
13 Thi jeg hørte manges Bagtalelse, der var Rædsel trindt omkring; idet de raadsloge sammen over mig, tænkte de at tage Livet af mig.
False statements against me have come to my ears; fear was on every side: they were talking together against me, designing to take away my life.
14 Men jeg forlader mig paa dig, Herre! jeg sagde: Du er min Gud.
But I had faith in you, O Lord; I said, You are my God.
15 Mine Tider ere i din Haand; red mig fra mine Fjenders Haand og fra dem, som forfølge mig.
The chances of my life are in your hand; take me out of the hands of my haters, and of those who go after me.
16 Lad dit Ansigt lyse over din Tjener; frels mig ved din Miskundhed.
Let your servant see the light of your face; in your mercy be my saviour.
17 Herre! lad mig ikke beskæmmes, thi jeg har kaldt paa dig; lad de ugudelige beskæmmes, lad dem tie i Dødsriget. (Sheol h7585)
Let me not be shamed, O Lord, for I have made my prayer to you; let the sinners be shamed, and let their mouths be shut in the underworld. (Sheol h7585)
18 Lad de falske Læber blive stumme, som tale frækt i Hovmod og Foragt imod den retfærdige.
Let the false lips be shut, which say evil against the upright, looking down on him in their pride.
19 Hvor stor er din Godhed, som du har gemt for dem, som dig frygte, hvilken du har udvist imod dem, som tro paa dig, for Menneskens Børn.
O how great is your grace, which you have put in store for your worshippers, and which you have made clear to those who had faith in you, before the sons of men!
20 Du vil skjule dem i dit Ansigts Skjul for Menneskers Sammensværgelser; du vil gemme dem i en Hytte for Tungers Kiv.
You will keep them safe in your house from the designs of man; in the secret of your tent will you keep them from angry tongues.
21 Lovet være Herren! thi han har underligt bevist sin Miskundhed imod mig i en fast Stad.
May the Lord be praised, because he has made clear to me the wonder of his grace in a strong town.
22 Og jeg sagde, der jeg var forfærdet: Jeg er udryddet fra dine Øjne; men du hørte mine ydmyge Begæringers Røst, da jeg raabte til dig.
And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up to you.
23 Elsker Herren, alle hans hellige! Herren bevarer de trofaste og betaler i Overmaal ham, som øver Hovmod.
O have love for the Lord, all you his saints; for the Lord keeps safe from danger all those who are true to him, and gives the workers of pride their right reward.
24 Værer frimodige, og han skal styrke eders Hjerte, alle I, som haabe paa Herren!
Put away fear and let your heart be strong, all you whose hope is in the Lord.
