2 Samuel 22
1 David sang HERREN denne Sang, dengang HERREN havde frelst ham af alle hans Fjenders og af Sauls Haand.
And David spake unto Yahweh, the words of this song, in the day when Yahweh had rescued him, out of the hand of all his enemies, and out of the hand of Saul;
2 Han sang: »HERRE, min Klippe, min Borg, min Befrier,
and he said, —Yahweh, was my mountain crag and my stronghold, and my deliverer—mine;
3 min Gud, mit Bjerg, hvortil jeg tyr, mit Skjold, mit Frelseshorn, mit Værn, min Tilflugt, min Frelser, som frelser mig fra Vold!
My God, was my rock, I sought refuge in him, —My shield, and my horn of salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, My Saviour! from violence, thou didst save me.
4 Jeg paakalder HERREN, den Højlovede, og frelses fra mine Fjender.
As one worthy to be praised, called I on Yahweh, —And, from my foes, was I saved.
5 Dødens Brændinger omsluttede mig, Ødelæggelsens Strømme forfærdede mig,
When the breakers of death had encompassed me, —the torrents of perdition, made me afraid, —
the meshes of hades, had surrounded me, —the snares of death had confronted me, (Sheol h7585)
7 i min Vaande paakaldte jeg HERREN og raabte til min Gud. Han hørte min Røst fra sin Helligdom, mit Raab fandt ind til hans Ører!
In my distress, called I on Yahweh, Yea, unto my God, did I call, —and he hearkened, out of his temple, unto my voice, and, my cry for help, was in his ears!
8 Da rystede Jorden og skjalv, Himlens Grundvolde bæved og rysted, thi hans Vrede blussede op.
Then did the earth shake and quake, the foundations of the heavens, were deeply moved, —yea they did shake, because he was angry,
9 Røg for ud af hans Næse, fortærende Ild af hans Mund, Gløder gnistrede fra ham.
There went up a smoke in his nostrils, and, a fire out of his mouth, devoured, —live coals, were kindled from it:
10 Han sænkede Himlen, steg ned med Skymulm under sine Fødder;
Then he stretched out the heavens, and came down, —and, thick gloom, was under his feet;
11 baaret af Keruber fløj han, svæved paa Vindens Vinger;
Then he rode on a cherub, and flew, —and was seen on the wings of the wind;
12 han omgav sig med Mulm som en Bolig, mørke Vandmasser, vandfyldte Skyer.
And made of the darkness around him, pavilions, —gathering of waters, clouds of vapours.
13 Fra Glansen foran ham for der Hagl og Ildgløder ud.
Out of the brightness before him, were kindled live coals of fire;
14 HERREN tordned fra Himlen, den Højeste lod høre sin Røst;
Thunder from the heavens, did Yahweh give forth, —yea, the Highest, uttered his voice;
15 han udslynged Pile, adsplittede dem, lod Lynene funkle og skræmmede dem.
And he sent forth arrows, and scattered them, —lightning, and confused them;
16 Havets Bund kom til Syne, Jordens Grundvolde blottedes ved HERRENS Trusel, for hans Vredes Pust.
Then appeared the channels of the sea, were uncovered the foundations of the world, —at the rebuke of Yahweh, the blast of the breath of his nostrils;
17 Han udrakte Haanden fra det høje og greb mig, drog mig op af de vældige Vande,
He sent from on high, he took me, —he drew me out of many waters;
18 frelste mig fra mine mægtige Fjender, fra mine Avindsmænd; de var mig for stærke.
He rescued me from my foe, in his might, —from them who hated me, because they were too strong for me:
19 Paa min Ulykkes Dag faldt de over mig, men HERREN blev mig et Værn.
They confronted me, in the day of my necessity, —then became Yahweh my stay:
20 Han førte mig ud i aabent Land, han frelste mig, thi han havde Behag i mig.
And brought out, into a large place, even me, —he delivered me, because he delighted in me:
21 HERREN gengældte mig efter min Retfærd, lønned mig efter mine Hænders Uskyld;
Yahweh rewarded me, according to my righteousness—according to the cleanness of my hands, he repaid me:
22 thi jeg holdt mig til HERRENS Veje, svigted i Gudløshed ikke min Gud;
For I had kept the ways of Yahweh, —and not broken away from my God;
23 hans Bud stod mig alle for Øje, jeg veg ikke fra hans Love.
For, all his regulations, were before me, —and, as for his statutes, I turned not from them.
24 Ustraffelig var jeg for ham og vogtede mig for Brøde.
So became I blameless towards him, —and kept myself from mine iniquity:
25 HERREN lønned mig efter min Retfærd, mine Hænders Uskyld, som var ham for Øje!
Yahweh therefore repaid me, according to my righteousness, —according to my pureness before his eyes.
26 Du viser dig from mod den fromme, retsindig mod den retsindige,
With the loving, thou didst show thyself loving, —with the blameless hero, thou didst show thyself blameless;
27 du viser dig ren mod den rene og vrang mod den svigefulde.
With the pure, thou didst show thyself pure, —but, with the perverse, thou didst shew thyself ready to contend:
28 De arme giver du Frelse, hovmodiges Øjne Skam!
And, a patient people, thou didst save, —but, thine eyes, were on the lofty—thou layedst them low;
29 Ja, du er min Lampe, HERRE! HERREN opklarer mit Mørke.
For, thou, wast my lamp, O Yahweh, —and, Yahweh, enlightened my darkness;
30 Thi ved din Hjælp søndrer jeg Mure, ved min Guds Hjælp springer jeg over Volde.
For, by thee, I ran through a troop, —by my God, I leapt over a wall.
31 Fuldkommen er Guds Vej, lutret er HERRENS Ord. Han er et Skjold for alle, der sætter deres Lid til ham.
As for God, blameless is his way, —the speech of Yahweh, hath been proved, a shield, he is to all who seek refuge in him.
32 Ja, hvem er Gud uden HERREN, hvem er en Klippe uden vor Gud,
For who is a GOD, save Yahweh? and who a Rock, save our God?
33 den Gud, der omgjorded mig med Kraft, jævnede Vejen for mig,
GOD, is my fortress of strength, —and shewed to the blameless his way;
34 gjorde mine Fødder som Hindens og gav mig Fodfæste paa Højne,
Planting my feet like the hinds’, —yea, on my high places, he caused me to stand;
35 oplærte min Haand til Krig, saa mine Arme spændte Kobberbuen?
Teaching my hands, to war, —so that a bow of bronze was bent by mine arms;
36 Du gav mig din Frelses Skjold, din Nedladelse gjorde mig stor;
Thus didst thou grant me, as a shield, thy salvation, —and, thy condescension, made me great.
37 du skaffede Plads for mine Skridt, mine Ankler vaklede ikke.
Thou didst widen my stepping-places, under me, —so that mine ankles faltered not:
38 Jeg jog mine Fjender, indhentede dem, vendte først om, da de var gjort til intet,
I pursued my foes, and destroyed them, —and returned not, till they were consumed;
39 slog dem ned, saa de ej kunde rejse sig, men laa faldne under min Fod.
So I consumed them, and crushed them, and they rose not again, —thus fell they under my feet:
40 Du omgjorded mig med Kraft til Kampen, mine Modstandere tvang du i Knæ for mig;
Thus didst thou gird me with strength, for the battle, —thou subduedst mine assailants under me:
41 du slog mine Fjender paa Flugt mine Avindsmænd ryddede jeg af Vejen.
And, as for my foes, thou didst give me their neck, —yea, them who hated me, that I might destroy them:
42 De raabte, men ingen hjalp, til HERREN, han svared dem ikke.
They cried out, but there was none to save, —unto Yahweh, but he answered them not.
43 Jeg knuste dem som Jordens Støv, som Gadeskarn tramped jeg paa dem.
Then did I beat them in pieces, like the dust of the earth, —like the clay of the lanes, did I crush them, stamp them down.
44 Du friede mig af Folkekampe, du satte mig til Folkeslags Høvding; nu tjener mig ukendte Folk;
Thus didst thou rescue me from the contentions of my people, didst keep me to be the head of nations: —a people whom I had not known, served me;
45 Udlandets Sønner kryber for mig; blot de hører om mig, lyder de mig:
The sons of the foreigner, came cringing unto me, —at the hearing of the ear, they submitted to me, —
46 Udlandets Sønner vansmægter, kommer skælvende frem af deres Skjul.
The sons of the foreigner, were disheartened, and came quaking, out of their fortresses.
47 HERREN lever, højlovet min Klippe, ophøjet være min Frelses Gud,
Yahweh liveth, and blessed be my rock, —and exalted be the God (of the rock) of my salvation: —
48 den Gud, som giver mig Hævn, lægger Folkeslag under min Fod
The GOD who hath avenged me, and brought down peoples under me;
49 og frier mig fra mine Fjender! Du ophøjer mig over mine Modstandere, fra Voldsmænd frelser du mig.
And brought me forth from among my foes, —yea, from mine assailants, hast thou set me on high, from the man of violence, hast thou delivered me.
50 HERRE, derfor priser jeg dig blandt Folkene og lovsynger dit Navn,
For this cause, will I praise thee, O Yahweh, among the nations, —and, to thy name, will I touch the strings: —
51 du, som kraftig hjælper din Konge og viser din Salvede Miskundhed. David og hans Æt evindelig.«
Who hath made great the victories of his King, —and shown lovingkindness to his Anointed One, to David and to his Seed, unto times age-abiding.
