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.
“For the leader of the music. To be sung on stringed instruments. A psalm of David.” Give ear to my prayer, O God! 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 wander about mourning and wailing,
3 over Fjendens Røst, over den ugudeliges Undertrykkelse; thi de vælte Uret paa mig og hade mig i Vrede.
On account of the clamors of the enemy, On account of the violence of the wicked. For they bring evil upon me, And in wrath set themselves against me.
4 Mit Hjerte er bange inden i mig, og Dødens Rædsler ere faldne paa mig.
My heart trembleth in my bosom, And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
5 Frygt og Bæven kom over mig, og Gru lægger sig over mig.
Fear and trembling have seized 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.
Then I say, O 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)
Behold, I would wander far away, And take up my abode in a wilderness. (Pause)
8 Jeg vilde haste til et Tilflugtssted for mig, fra Hvirvelvinden og Stormen.
I would hasten away to a shelter From the rushing wind and tempest.
9 Herre! opslug dem, gør deres Tunger uens; thi jeg har set Vold og Trætte i Staden.
Confound, O Lord! divide their counsels! For I behold 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 do these go about its walls; In the midst of it are iniquity and mischief.
11 Ondskab hersker inden i den, og Bedrageri og Svig vige ikke fra dens Gade.
Wickedness is in the midst of it; Oppression and fraud depart not from its 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;
It was not an enemy that reviled me, Then I could have borne it; Nor one that hated me, who rose up against me; From him I could have hid myself.
13 men det er dig, et Menneske, som var min Jævnlige, min Ven og min Kynding,
But it was thou, a man my equal, My friend, and my acquaintance.
14 vi, som venligt holdt Raad sammen, som vandrede i Guds Hus iblandt Skaren.
We held sweet converse together, And walked to 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)
May sudden death seize upon them! May they go down to the underworld alive! For wickedness is in their dwellings, in the midst of them. (Sheol h7585)
16 Jeg vil raabe til Gud, og Herren skal frelse mig.
As for me, I will call upon God, And Jehovah will save me.
17 Jeg vil klage og hyle Aften og Morgen og Middag, og han vil høre min Røst.
At evening, at morn, and at noon I mourn and sigh, And he will hear my voice.
18 Han har forløst min Sjæl i Fred fra Striden imod mig; thi de vare i Mængde mig imod.
He will deliver me in peace from my conflict; For many have risen up against 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 will hear me, and bring them down, —He that hath been judge of old. (Pause) 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.
They lift up their hands against their friend, And break their covenant with him.
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.
Their speech was softer than butter, But war was in their heart; Their words were smoother 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 will sustain thee; He will never suffer the righteous to fall!”
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.
Yea, thou, O God! wilt bring them down into the lowest pit! Bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days. But I will trust in thee!
