Salme 57
1 Til Sangmesteren; „fordærv ikke‟; af David; „et gyldent Smykke‟; der han flyede fra Sauls Ansigt i Hulen.
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David, when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy, for in You my soul takes refuge. In the shadow of Your wings I will take shelter until the danger has passed.
2 Gud! vær mig naadig, vær mig naadig; thi min Sjæl forlader sig paa dig, og under dine Vingers Skygge søger jeg Ly, indtil al Ulykken er gaaet over.
I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills His purpose for me.
3 Jeg vil raabe til Gud, den Højeste, til den Gud, som udfører min Sag.
He reaches down from heaven and saves me; He rebukes those who trample me. (Selah) God sends forth His loving devotion and His truth.
4 Han skal sende fra Himmelen og frelse mig; den, som vilde opsluge mig, haaner. (Sela) Gud skal sende sin Miskundhed og sin Sandhed.
My soul is among the lions; I lie down with ravenous beasts— with men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords.
5 Min Sjæl er iblandt Løver, jeg maa ligge imellem dem, som sprude Ild, Menneskens Børn, hvis Tænder ere Spyd og Pile, og hvis Tunge er et skarpt Sværd.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; may Your glory cover all the earth.
6 Gud! ophøj dig over Himlene, din Ære være over al Jorden!
They spread a net for my feet; my soul was despondent. They dug a pit before me, but they themselves have fallen into it!
7 De stillede Garn for mine Trin, min Sjæl nedbøjede sig; de grove en Grav for mit Ansigt, de faldt selv midt i den. (Sela)
My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing and make music.
8 Gud! mit Hjerte er trøstigt, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lege paa Harpe.
Awake, my glory! Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.
9 Vaagn op, min Ære! vaagn op, Psalter og Harpe! jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
I will praise You, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing Your praises among the peoples.
10 Herre! jeg vil takke dig iblandt Folkene; jeg vil lege paa Harpe for dig iblandt Folkestammer.
For Your loving devotion reaches to the heavens, and Your faithfulness to the clouds.
11 Thi din Miskundhed er stor indtil Himlene og din Sandhed indtil Skyerne. Gud! ophøj dig over Himlene, din Ære være over al Jorden.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; may Your glory cover all the earth.
