Salme 57
1 Til Sangmesteren; „fordærv ikke‟; af David; „et gyldent Smykke‟; der han flyede fra Sauls Ansigt i Hulen.
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave. Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster 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 accomplishes my requests for me.
3 Jeg vil raabe til Gud, den Højeste, til den Gud, som udfører min Sag.
He will send from heaven, and save me, he rebukes the one who is pursuing me. (Selah) God will send out his loving kindness 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 lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue 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, 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 have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the middle of it themselves. (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 steadfast, God. My heart is steadfast. 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 glory! 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 your great loving kindness reaches to the heavens, and your truth to the skies.
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. Let your glory be over all the earth.
