Salme 55
1 Til Sangmesteren; med Strengeleg; en Undervisning af David. Gud! vend Øren til min Bøn og skjul dig ikke for min ydmyge Begæring.
GIVE ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication.
2 Giv Agt paa mig og bønhør mig; jeg vil overlade mig til min Klage og hyle
Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
3 over Fjendens Røst, over den ugudeliges Undertrykkelse; thi de vælte Uret paa mig og hade mig i Vrede.
Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.
4 Mit Hjerte er bange inden i mig, og Dødens Rædsler ere faldne paa mig.
My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
5 Frygt og Bæven kom over mig, og Gru lægger sig over mig.
Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
6 Og jeg sagde: Gid jeg havde Vinger som en Due, da vilde jeg flyve bort og fæste Bo.
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
7 Se, jeg vilde flygte langt bort; jeg vilde blive Natten over i Ørken. (Sela)
Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. (Selah)
8 Jeg vilde haste til et Tilflugtssted for mig, fra Hvirvelvinden og Stormen.
I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
9 Herre! opslug dem, gør deres Tunger uens; thi jeg har set Vold og Trætte i Staden.
Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongues: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
10 Dag og Nat omringe de den paa dens Mure, og Uret og Møje er inden i den.
Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof: mischief also and sorrow are in the midst of it.
11 Ondskab hersker inden i den, og Bedrageri og Svig vige ikke fra dens Gade.
Wickedness is in the midst thereof: deceit and guile depart not from her streets.
12 Thi det er ikke en Fjende, som forhaaner mig, ellers maatte jeg bære det; det er ikke min Avindsmand, som gør sig stor over mig, ellers kunde jeg skjule mig for ham;
For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:
13 men det er dig, et Menneske, som var min Jævnlige, min Ven og min Kynding,
But it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance.
14 vi, som venligt holdt Raad sammen, som vandrede i Guds Hus iblandt Skaren.
We took sweet counsel together, and walked unto the house of God in company.
15 Døden føre Forglemmelse over dem! lad dem fare levende ned i Dødsriget; thi der er Ondskab i deres Boliger, i deres Inderste. (Sheol h7585)
Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them. (Sheol h7585)
16 Jeg vil raabe til Gud, og Herren skal frelse mig.
As for me, I will call upon God; and the Lord shall save me.
17 Jeg vil klage og hyle Aften og Morgen og Middag, og han vil høre min Røst.
Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.
18 Han har forløst min Sjæl i Fred fra Striden imod mig; thi de vare i Mængde mig imod.
He hath delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me.
19 Gud skal høre og svare dem, han, der bliver evindelig (Sela) efterdi der ingen Forandring er hos dem, og de ikke frygte Gud.
God shall hear, and afflict them, even he that abideth of old. (Selah) Because they have no changes, therefore they fear not God.
20 Han har lagt Haand paa dem, som havde Fred med ham; han har vanhelliget sin Pagt.
He hath put forth his hands against such as be at peace with him: he hath broken his covenant.
21 Hans Munds Ord ere glatte som Smør; men der er Strid i hans Hjerte; hans Ord ere blødere end Olie, og dog ere de dragne Sværd.
The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.
22 Kast din Sag paa Herren, og han skal forsørge dig; han skal ikke evindelig tilstede, at den retfærdige rokkes.
Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.
23 Men du, Gud! du skal støde dem ned i Gravens Dyb; blodgerrige og falske Mænd skulle ikke naa deres Dages halve Tal; men jeg vil forlade mig paa dig.
But thou, O God, shalt bring them down into the pit of destruction: bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days; but I will trust in thee.
