Salme 39
1 Til Sangmesteren; til Jeduthun; en Psalme af David.
Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.
2 Jeg sagde: Jeg vil vare paa mine Veje, at jeg ikke skal synde med min Tunge; jeg vil vare paa min Mund, at den holdes lukket, da den ugudelige endnu er for mig.
I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
3 Jeg var stum i Tavshed, jeg tav, uden at det blev godt; og min Smerte blev oprørt.
My heart grew hot within me, and, during my (meditation) a fire would flare up.
4 Mit Hjerte blev hedt inden i mig, under min Betænkning optændtes en Ild; jeg talte med min Tunge.
I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
5 Herre! lad mig kende mit Endeligt og mine Dages Maal, hvilket det monne være; maatte jeg kende, hvor snart jeg skal bort.
Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
6 Se, du har sat mine Dage som en Haandbred og mit Livs Tid er som intet for dig; hvert Menneske er kun idel Forfængelighed, hvor fast han end staar. (Sela)
So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
7 Mennesket vandrer kun som et Skyggebillede, de gøre sig kun Uro forgæves; han samler og kan ikke vide, hvo der skal sanke det hjem.
And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
8 Og nu, Herre! hvad har jeg biet efter? Min Forventning er til dig.
Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
9 Fri mig fra alle mine Overtrædelser, sæt mig ikke til Spot for Daaren!
I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
10 Jeg var stum, jeg vilde ikke oplade min Mund; thi du har gjort det.
Remove your scourges from me.
11 Borttag din Plage fra mig; jeg er forgaaet ved din Haands Slag.
I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
12 Tugter du nogen med megen Straf for Misgerning, da bringer du hans Herlighed til at hensmuldre ligesom Møl; alle Mennesker ere kun Forfængelighed. (Sela)
O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.
13 Herre! hør min Bøn og vend dine Øren til mit Raab, ti ikke til min Graad; thi jeg er en fremmed hos dig, en Gæst som alle mine Fædre. Se bort fra mig, at jeg maa vederkvæges, førend jeg farer bort, og er ikke mere til.
Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.
