Salme 41

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” Happy is he that careth for the poor: on the day of evil will the Lord deliver him.

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; he shall be made happy on the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the revengeful desire 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 sustain him upon the bed of painful disease: thou changest all his couch in his sickness.

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

I said, Lord, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

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

My enemies speak evil of 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 if he come to see [me], he speaketh falsely: his heart gathereth wickedness to itself; he goeth abroad [and] speaketh 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.

Altogether whisper against me all that hate me: against me do they devise my injury.

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

“His godless deed [say they] is poured out over him: as he lieth there he will never more rise up again.”

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

Yea, even the man that should have sought my welfare, in whom I trusted, who eateth my bread, hath 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 thou, O Lord, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite it unto them.

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

By this do I know that thou art pleased with me, that my enemy doth not triumph over me.

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

But as for me, thou upholdest me in my integrity, and placest me before thy presence 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 the God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen. BEGIM