Salme 60
1 Til Sangmesteren; til Susan-Eduth; af David; „et gyldent Smykke”; til at læres;
Unto the end. For those who will be changed, with the inscription of a title, of David himself, for instruction: when he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal, and Joab turned back and struck Idumea, in the valley of the salt pits, twelve thousand men. O God, you have rejected us, and you have ruined us. You became angry, and yet you have been merciful to us.
2 der han stred med Mesopotamierne og med Syrerne af Zoba, og der Joab kom tilbage og slog Edomiterne i Saltdalen, tolv Tusinde.
You have moved the earth, and you have disturbed it. Heal its breaches, for it has been moved.
3 Gud! du har forkastet os, du har sønderrevet os; du har været vred; vend om til os igen!
You have revealed to your people difficulties. You have made us drink the wine of remorse.
4 Du har bragt Jorden til at skælve, du har sønderslidt den, læg dens Brøst; thi den ryster.
You have given a warning sign to those who fear you, so that they may flee from before the face of the bow, so that your beloved may be delivered.
5 Du lod dit Folk se haarde Ting; du gav os Vin at drikke, saa at vi tumlede.
Save me with your right hand, and hear me.
6 Men nu har du givet dem, som dig frygte, et Banner, som hæver sig for Sandhedens Skyld (Sela)
God has spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Shechem, and I will measure the steep valley of the tabernacles.
7 paa det dine elskelige maa udfries; saa frels med din højre Haand og bønhør os!
Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. And Ephraim is the strength of my head. Judah is my king.
8 Gud har talt i sin Helligdom, jeg vil fryde mig; jeg vil uddele Sikem og opmaale Sukots Dal.
Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. Into Idumea, I will extend my shoe. To me, the foreigners have been made subject.
9 Mig hører Gilead til, og mig hører Manasse til, og Efraim er mit Hoveds Værn, Juda er min Herskerstav.
Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me all the way to Idumea?
10 Moab er mit Vadskefad; jeg vil kaste min Sko til Edom; bryd ud i Jubel over mig, du Filisterland!
Will not you, O God, who has rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies?
11 Hvo vil føre mig til den faste Stad? Hvo har ledet mig indtil Edom?
Grant us help from tribulation. For salvation from man is empty.
12 Mon ikke du, Gud, som har forkastet os? og vil du, Gud, ikke uddrage med vore Hære? Fly os Hjælp af Nød; thi Menneskers Hjælp er Forfængelighed. Ved Gud ville vi vinde Kraft; og han skal nedtræde vore Fjender.
In God, we will act virtuously. And those who trouble us, he will lead to nothing.
