Salme 41
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.
For the leader; for Jeduthun. A psalm of David. Happy are those who consider the weak; in the day of misfortune the Lord will deliver them.
2 Salig den, som handler forstandigt imod den ringe; Herren skal redde ham paa den onde Dag.
He will keep them safe, happy, and long in the land, and not give them up to the rage of their foes.
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 them on bed of languishing; tending their sickness, as long as they lie.
4 Herren skal opholde ham paa Sygesengen; du har hjulpet ham op igen fra hvert Sygeleje.
For this cause I say, ‘Lord, show me your favour; heal me, because I have sinned against you.’
5 Jeg sagde: Herre! vær mig naadig, helbred min Sjæl; thi jeg har syndet imod dig.
My enemies speak of me nothing but evil, ‘When will he die, and his name pass away?’
6 Mine Fjender tale ondt om mig: Naar skal han dog dø og hans Navn forgaa?
When one comes to see me, their words ring hollow; their heart keeps gathering mischief the while; and when they go out, they give it speech.
7 Og dersom een kommer at se mig, taler han Falskhed, hans Hjerte samler paa Uret; gaar han ud udenfor, da taler han derom.
In secret they whisper together against me, all those who hate me plot evil against me.
8 Alle mine Avindsmænd hviske sammen imod mig; de optænke imod mig det, som er mig ondt.
‘Some fatal disease has fastened upon him; and now that he lies, he will rise up no more.’
9 De sige: Der hænger en Niddingsdaad fast ved ham, og saasom han ligger, skal han ikke staa op mere.
My most trusted friend, on whom I relied, who ate of my bread, has turned 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 do you, Lord, graciously raise me up, that I may pay them their due reward.
11 Men du, Herre! vær mig naadig og rejs mig op, saa vil jeg betale dem.
By this will I know you delight in me: if my foes may not shout over me in triumph.
12 Derpaa kender jeg, at du har Behagelighed til mig, at min Fjende ikke skal faa Glæde over mig.
For my innocence you uphold me, and set me forever before your face.
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 to everlasting, Amen and Amen.
