< Salme 57 >

1 Til Sangmesteren; „fordærv ikke‟; af David; „et gyldent Smykke‟; der han flyede fra Sauls Ansigt i Hulen.
For the chief musician; set to Al Tashheth. A psalm of David. A michtam; when he fled from Saul, in the cave. Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for I take refuge in you until these troubles are over. I stay under your wings for protection until this destruction is over.
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 to God Most High, to God, who does all things for me.
3 Jeg vil raabe til Gud, den Højeste, til den Gud, som udfører min Sag.
He will send help from heaven and save me, he is angry with those who crush me. (Selah) God will send me his loving kindness and his faithfulness.
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 life is among lions; I am among those who are ready to devour me. I am among people whose teeth are spears and arrows, and 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, God, above the heavens; let your glory be above all the earth.
6 Gud! ophøj dig over Himlene, din Ære være over al Jorden!
They spread out a net for my feet; I was distressed. They dug a pit in front of me. They themselves have fallen into the middle of it! (Selah)
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 fixed, God, my heart is fixed; I will sing, yes, I will sing praises.
8 Gud! mit Hjerte er trøstigt, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lege paa Harpe.
Wake up, my honored heart; wake up, lute and harp; I will wake up the dawn.
9 Vaagn op, min Ære! vaagn op, Psalter og Harpe! jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
I will give thanks to you, Lord, among the peoples; I will sing praises to you among the nations.
10 Herre! jeg vil takke dig iblandt Folkene; jeg vil lege paa Harpe for dig iblandt Folkestammer.
For great is your unfailing love, reaching 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, God, above the heavens; may your glory be exalted over all the earth.

< Salme 57 >