Salme 31
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David. Herre! jeg tror paa dig, lad mig ikke beskæmmes evindelig; udfri mig ved din Retfærdighed.
Unto the end. A Psalm of David according to an ecstasy. In you, Lord, I have hoped; let me never be confounded. In your justice, deliver me.
2 Bøj dit Øre til mig, red mig hastelig; vær mig en fast Klippe, en sikker Borg til at frelse mig.
Incline your ear to me. Hasten to rescue me. Be for me a protector God and a house of refuge, so as to accomplish my salvation.
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 strength and my refuge; and for the sake of your name, you will lead me and nourish me.
4 Du vil udføre mig af Garnet, som de have skjult for mig; thi du er min Styrke.
You will lead me out of this snare, which they have hidden for me. For you are my protector.
5 I din Haand befaler jeg min Aand; du forløste mig, Herre, du sande Gud!
Into your hands, I commend my spirit. You have redeemed me, O Lord, God of truth.
6 Jeg hader dem, som tage Vare paa Løgnens Gøglebilleder; men paa Herren forlader jeg mig.
You have hated those who practice emptiness to no purpose. But I have hoped 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 exult and rejoice in your mercy. For you have looked upon my humility; you have saved my soul from needfulness.
8 Du overantvordede mig ikke i Fjendens Haand; du lod mine Fødder staa paa et vidt Rum.
And you have not enclosed me in the hands of the enemy. You have set my feet in a spacious 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, Lord, for I am troubled. My eye has been disturbed by wrath, along with my soul and my gut.
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.
For my life has fallen into sorrow, and my years into sighing. My virtue has been weakened in poverty, and my bones have been disturbed.
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.
I have become a disgrace among all my enemies, and even more so to my neighbors, and a dread to my acquaintances. Those who catch sight of me, flee away from me.
12 Jeg blev glemt, ude af Sinde som en død, jeg var som et Kar, der gaar tabt.
I have become forgotten, like one dead to the heart. I have become like a damaged utensil.
13 Thi jeg hørte manges Bagtalelse, der var Rædsel trindt omkring; idet de raadsloge sammen over mig, tænkte de at tage Livet af mig.
For I have heard the harsh criticism of many who linger in the area. While assembled together against me in that place, they deliberated on how to take away my life.
14 Men jeg forlader mig paa dig, Herre! jeg sagde: Du er min Gud.
But I have hoped 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.
My fate is in your hands. Rescue me from the hand of my enemies and from those who are persecuting me.
16 Lad dit Ansigt lyse over din Tjener; frels mig ved din Miskundhed.
Shine your face upon your servant. Save me in your mercy.
17 Herre! lad mig ikke beskæmmes, thi jeg har kaldt paa dig; lad de ugudelige beskæmmes, lad dem tie i Dødsriget. (Sheol h7585)
Do not let me be confounded, Lord, for I have called upon you. Let the impious be ashamed and be drawn down into Hell. (Sheol h7585)
18 Lad de falske Læber blive stumme, som tale frækt i Hovmod og Foragt imod den retfærdige.
May deceitful lips be silenced: those that speak iniquity against the just, in arrogance and in abusiveness.
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.
How great is the multitude of your sweetness, O Lord, which you keep hidden for those who fear you, which you have perfected for those who hope in you, in the sight of 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 hide them in the concealment of your face, from the disturbance of men. You protect them in your tabernacle, from the contradiction of tongues.
21 Lovet være Herren! thi han har underligt bevist sin Miskundhed imod mig i en fast Stad.
Blessed is the Lord. For he has shown his wonderful mercy to me, in a fortified city.
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.
But I said in the excess of my mind: “I have been cast away from the glance of your eyes.” And so, you heeded the voice of my prayer, while I was still crying out to you.
23 Elsker Herren, alle hans hellige! Herren bevarer de trofaste og betaler i Overmaal ham, som øver Hovmod.
Love the Lord, all you his saints. For the Lord will require truth, and he will abundantly repay those who act with arrogance.
24 Værer frimodige, og han skal styrke eders Hjerte, alle I, som haabe paa Herren!
Act manfully, and let your heart be strengthened, all you who hope in the Lord.
