Salme 41

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

Blessed is he that considers the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.

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

The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed on the earth: and you will not deliver him to the will of his enemies.

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.

The LORD will strengthen him on the bed of languishing: you will make all his bed in his sickness.

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

I said, LORD, be merciful to me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against you.

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

My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

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

And if he come to see me, he speaks vanity: his heart gathers iniquity to itself; when he goes abroad, he tells it.

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 that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

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

An evil disease, say they, sticks fast to him: and now that he lies he shall rise up no more.

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

Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, has lifted up his heel against 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, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

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

By this I know that you favor me, because my enemy does not triumph over me.

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

And as for me, you uphold me in my integrity, and set me before your face for ever.

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 be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.