Salme 41

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

Unto the end. A Psalm of David himself. Blessed is he who shows understanding toward the needy and the poor. The Lord will deliver him in the evil day.

2 Salig den, som handler forstandigt imod den ringe; Herren skal redde ham paa den onde Dag.

May the Lord preserve him and give him life, and make him blessed upon the earth. And may he not hand him over to the will of his adversaries.

3 Herren skal bevare ham og holde ham ved Live, han skal blive lyksalig paa Jorden; og du skal ikke give ham hen i hans Fjenders Villie.

May the Lord bring him help on his bed of sorrow. In his infirmity, you have changed his entire covering.

4 Herren skal opholde ham paa Sygesengen; du har hjulpet ham op igen fra hvert Sygeleje.

I said, “O Lord, be merciful to me. Heal my soul, because I have sinned against you.”

5 Jeg sagde: Herre! vær mig naadig, helbred min Sjæl; thi jeg har syndet imod dig.

My enemies have spoken evils against me. When will he die and his name perish?

6 Mine Fjender tale ondt om mig: Naar skal han dog dø og hans Navn forgaa?

And when he came in to see me, he was speaking emptiness. His heart gathered iniquity to itself. He went outside, and he was speaking in the same way.

7 Og dersom een kommer at se mig, taler han Falskhed, hans Hjerte samler paa Uret; gaar han ud udenfor, da taler han derom.

All my enemies were whispering against me. They were thinking up evils against me.

8 Alle mine Avindsmænd hviske sammen imod mig; de optænke imod mig det, som er mig ondt.

They established an unjust word against me. Will he that sleeps no longer rise again?

9 De sige: Der hænger en Niddingsdaad fast ved ham, og saasom han ligger, skal han ikke staa op mere.

For even the man of my peace, in whom I hoped, who ate my bread, has greatly supplanted me.

10 Ogsaa den Mand, som havde Fred med mig, hvem jeg forlod mig paa, som aad mit Brød, han opløftede sin Hæl imod mig.

But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, and raise me up again. And I will requite them.

11 Men du, Herre! vær mig naadig og rejs mig op, saa vil jeg betale dem.

By this, I knew that you preferred me: because my adversary will not rejoice over me.

12 Derpaa kender jeg, at du har Behagelighed til mig, at min Fjende ikke skal faa Glæde over mig.

But you have sustained me, because of my innocence, and you have confirmed me in your sight in eternity.

13 Men mig opholder du og sætter mig for dit Ansigt evindelig i min Oprigtighed. Lovet være Herren, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og indtil Evighed! Amen, ja, Amen.

Blessed is the Lord God of Israel, for all generations and even forever. Amen. Amen.