Salme 38
1 En Psalme af David; til Ihukommelse.
A psalm of David, for a memorial. Lord, please don't condemn me because you're angry with me; don't punish me because you're furious with me!
2 Herre! straf mig ikke i din Vrede og tugt mig ikke i din Harme.
Your arrows have pierced me deeply, your hand has come down hard on me.
3 Thi dine Pile ere dybt nedtrykte i mig, og din Haand har lagt sig paa mig.
Because you're so upset with me, not a single part of my body is healthy; I am completely sick because of my sins.
4 Der er intet sundt paa mit Kød for din Vredes Skyld; der er ingen Fred i mine Ben for min Synds Skyld.
I'm drowning in guilt—the burden is too heavy to bear.
5 Thi mine Misgerninger ere gaaede mig over Hovedet; de ere blevne mig for svare som en svar Byrde.
My wounds are infected—they're smelling—all because of my stupidity.
6 Mine Saar lugte ilde, de ere raadne for min Daarskabs Skyld.
I am bent over, doubled up in pain. The whole day I walk around crying my eyes out.
7 Jeg gaar kroget, jeg er saare nedbøjet; jeg gaar hver Dag i Sørgeklæder.
Inside I'm burning up with fever; no part of my body is healthy.
8 Thi mine Lænder ere fulde af Skorpe, og der er intet sundt paa mit Kød.
I'm worn out, totally down. I groan because of the anguish I feel in my heart.
9 Jeg er bleven dødkold og saare sønderknust; jeg hyler ud af mit Hjertes Uro.
Lord, you know what I desperately want, you hear every sigh I make.
10 Herre! al min Begæring er for dig, og mit Suk er ikke skjult for dig.
My heart is racing, leaving me with no strength; my eyesight is failing.
11 Mit Hjerte slaar heftigt, min Kraft har forladt mig, og mine Øjnes Lys, endog det er svundet for mig.
My loved ones and my friends don't come near me because they're afraid of what I've got. Even my family keeps me at a distance.
12 Mine Venner og mine Frænder holde sig i Afstand fra min Plage, og mine nærmeste staa langt borte.
Those who are trying to kill me set traps for me; those who want to hurt me make threats against me, working on their deceitful schemes all day long.
13 Og de, som søge efter mit Liv, satte Snarer, og de, som søge min Ulykke, førte Fordærvelsens Tale og grunde den ganske Dag paa alle Haande Svig.
I act as if I'm deaf to what they're saying, and pretend to be dumb so I don't have to speak.
14 Men jeg er som en døv, der ikke hører, og som en stum, der ikke oplader sin Mund.
Like a man who can't hear, and who doesn't reply—that's me!
15 Jeg er som en Mand, der ikke hører, og som intet Gensvar har i sin Mund.
For I'm waiting on you, Lord! You will answer for me, my Lord and my God.
16 Thi jeg bier paa dig, Herre; du, Herre min Gud! vil bønhøre.
I'm asking you, Lord, please don't let my enemies gloat over me, don't let them be glad when I trip up.
17 Thi jeg sagde: De skulle ikke glæde sig over mig; da min Fod snublede, gjorde de sig store imod mig.
For I'm about ready to collapse—the pain never stops.
18 Thi jeg er nær ved at halte, og min Pine er stadig for mig.
I do confess my sins; I am terribly sorry for what I've done.
19 Thi jeg maa bekende min Misgerning, jeg sørger over min Synd.
I have many powerful enemies—they are very active, hating me for no reason.
20 Men mine Fjender leve og ere mægtige, og der er mange, som hade mig uden Skel.
They pay me back evil for good; they accuse me for the good I try to do.
21 Og de, som betale ondt for godt, de staa mig imod, fordi jeg efterjager det gode.
Don't give up on me, my Lord and my God, don't stay away from me.
22 Forlad mig ikke, Herre! min Gud, vær ikke langt fra mig! Skynd dig at hjælpe mig, Herre, min Frelse!
Hurry, come and help me, Lord my salvation.
