Salme 56

1 Til Sangmesteren; til „den stumme Due i det fjerne‟ af David; „et gyldent Smykke‟, der Filisterne havde grebet ham i Gath.

“For the leader of the music. To be sung to the tune of “The dumb dove among strangers.” A psalm of David, when the Philistines took him in Gath.” Have pity upon me, O God! for man panteth for my life; My adversary daily oppresseth me!

2 Gud! vær mig naadig; thi et Menneske søger at opsluge mig, Stridsmanden trænger mig den ganske Dag.

Mine enemies daily pant for my life, And many are they who war proudly against me.

3 Mine Fjender søge den ganske Dag at opsluge mig; thi de ere mange, som i Hovmod stride imod mig.

When I am in fear, I will put my trust in thee!

4 Paa den Dag, jeg frygter, forlader jeg mig paa dig.

Through God shall I praise his word; In God do I put my trust; I will not fear; What can flesh do to me?

5 I Gud vil jeg prise hans Ord; jeg forlader mig paa Gud, jeg vil ikke frygte; hvad kan Kød gøre mig?

Every day they wrest my words; All their thoughts are against me for evil.

6 Den ganske Dag fordreje de mine Ord; alle deres Tanker ere imod mig til det onde.

They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they watch my steps, Lying in wait for my life.

7 De holde sig sammen, de skjule sig, de tage Vare paa mine Fodspor, ligesom de have tragtet efter mit Liv.

Shall they escape by their iniquity? In thine anger cast down the people, O God!

8 Skulde de undkomme ved deres Uretfærdighed? Gud! nedstød disse Folk i Vrede!

Count thou my wanderings; Put my tears into thy bottle! Are they not recorded in thy book?

9 Du har talt mine Landflygtighedsdage; gem mine Taarer i din Flaske; staa de ikke i din Bog?

When I cry to thee, my enemies shall turn back; This I know, that God is for me.

10 Da skulle mine Fjender vende tilbage paa den Dag, jeg raaber; dette ved jeg, at du er min Gud.

Through God shall I praise his word; I shall glory in the promise of Jehovah.

11 I Gud vil jeg prise Ordet; i Herren vil jeg prise Ordet.

In God do I put my trust; I will not fear: What can man do to me?

12 Jeg forlader mig paa Gud, jeg vil ikke frygte; hvad skulde et Menneske gøre mig?

Thy vows are upon me, O God! I will render praises to thee!

13 Gud! Løfter til dig hvile paa mig, med Taksigelse vil jeg betale dig. Thi du friede min Sjæl fra Døden, ja, mine Fødder fra Fald, at jeg skal vandre for Guds Ansigt i de levendes Lys.

For thou hast delivered me from death, Yea, my feet from falling, That I may walk before God in the light of the living.