Salme 88
1 En Sang, en Psalme; af Koras Børn; til Sangmesteren; til Makalath-Leanoth; en Undervisning af Heman, Esrahiteren. Herre, min Frelses Gud! jeg har raabt om Dagen, ja, om Natten for dig.
A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Suffering of Affliction.” A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite. LORD, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
2 Lad min Bøn komme for dit Ansigt, bøj dit Øre til mit Raab!
Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
4 Jeg agtes lige med dem, som fare ned i Hulen, jeg er som en Mand uden Kraft,
I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
5 løsladt iblandt de døde, som de ihjelslagne, der ligge i Graven, hvilke du ikke ydermere kommer i Hu, da de ere udrevne af din Haand.
set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
6 Du har lagt mig i Hulen hernedenunder, i de mørke, i de dybe Steder.
You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
7 Din Vrede har lagt sig tungt paa mig, og du trænger mig med alle dine Bølger. (Sela)
Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
8 Du har fjernet mine Kyndinger langt fra mig, du har gjort mig vederstyggelig for dem, jeg er indelukket og gaar ikke ud.
You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.
9 Mit Øje er bedrøvet af Elendighed; Herre! jeg har raabt til dig den ganske Dag, jeg har udbredt mine Hænder til dig.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
10 Vil du vel gøre Undere for de døde? eller skulle Dødninger opstaa, skulle de takke dig? (Sela)
Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? (Selah)
11 Fortælles der vel i Graven om din Miskundhed? om din Sandhed i Dødens Bo?
Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
12 Kendes vel dine Undere i Mørket? eller din Retfærdighed i Forglemmelsens Land?
Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
13 Men jeg har raabt til dig Herre! og min Bøn kommer dig i Møde om Morgenen.
But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
14 Hvorfor, Herre! forkaster du min Sjæl? du skjuler dit Ansigt for mig.
LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
15 Elendig er jeg og som en døende fra min Ungdom af; jeg bærer paa Rædsel for dig, jeg maa fortvivle.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
16 Din Vredes Flammer ere gaaede hen over mig; Rædsler for dig have tilintetgjort mig.
Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
17 De have omringet mig som Vande den ganske Dag, de have omspændt mig tilsammen.
They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
18 Du har fjernet min Ven og Stalbroder langt fra mig; mine Kyndinger ere Mørkets Sted.
You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
