Salme 64

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

2 Gud! hør min Røst i min Klage, bevar mit Liv fra Fjendens frygtelige Magt.

Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.

3 Skjul mig for de ondes lønlige Raad, for deres Forsamling, som gøre Uret,

Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow—a bitter word;

4 som skærpe deres Tunge som et Sværd; de skyde deres Pil, det bitre Ord,

To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

5 for i Skjul at skyde den retsindige; hastelig skyde de paa ham og frygte ikke.

They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?

6 De styrke sig i deres onde Handel, de fortælle, hvorledes de ville skjule Snarer; de sige: Hvo kan se dem?

They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.

7 De udtænke Misgerninger, de fuldkomme, hvad de nøje udtænke: Ja, enhvers Inderste og Hjerte er et Dyb.

Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!

8 Men Gud skyder paa dem; Pilen kommer hastigt, den bliver deres Saar.

When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.

9 Og de skulle falde for deres Tunges Skyld; hver, som ser paa dem, skal fly langt bort.

Therefore have all men feared, —And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.

10 Og alle Mennesker skulle frygte og forkynde Guds Gerning og forstaa, at det er hans Værk. Den retfærdige skal glædes i Herren og forlade sig paa ham; og alle oprigtige i Hjertet skulle prise sig lykkelige.

The righteous man shall rejoice in Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory—all who are upright in heart.