Salme 57
1 Til Sangmesteren; „fordærv ikke‟; af David; „et gyldent Smykke‟; der han flyede fra Sauls Ansigt i Hulen.
Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into a cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me. For my soul trusts in you. And I will hope in the shadow of your wings, until iniquity passes away.
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 will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me.
3 Jeg vil raabe til Gud, den Højeste, til den Gud, som udfører min Sag.
He sent from heaven and freed me. He has surrendered into disgrace those who trampled me. God has sent his mercy 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.
And he has rescued my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men: their teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue is a sharp sword.
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 above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
6 Gud! ophøj dig over Himlene, din Ære være over al Jorden!
They prepared a snare for my feet, and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, yet they 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 prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm.
8 Gud! mit Hjerte er trøstigt, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lege paa Harpe.
Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning.
9 Vaagn op, min Ære! vaagn op, Psalter og Harpe! jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations.
10 Herre! jeg vil takke dig iblandt Folkene; jeg vil lege paa Harpe for dig iblandt Folkestammer.
For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even 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 above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
