Salme 41

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:

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

Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the 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.

Yahweh, will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch, hast thou transformed in his disease.

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

I, said—O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou my soul, for I have sinned against thee:

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

Mine enemies, speak ill 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 have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, abroad he telleth 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.

Together—against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me.

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

An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise.

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

Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, —hath magnified 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 Yahweh, show me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them.

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

Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout 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, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.

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 Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past, even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!