Salme 140
1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.
2 Red mig, HERRE, fra onde Mennesker, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd,
Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble [for] wars.
3 der pønser paa ondt i Hjertet og daglig ægger til Strid.
They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder [is] under their lips. (Selah)
4 De hvæsser Tungen som Slanger, har Øglegift under deres Læber. (Sela)
Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
5 Vogt mig, HERRE, for gudløses Haand, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd, som pønser paa at bringe mig til Fald.
The proud hid a snare for me — and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. (Selah)
6 Hovmodige lægger Snarer og Strikker for mig, breder et Net for min Fod, lægger Fælder for mig ved Vejen. (Sela)
I have said to Jehovah, 'My God [art] Thou, Hear, Jehovah, the voice of my supplications.'
7 Jeg siger til HERREN: Du er min Gud, HERRE, lyt til min tryglende Røst!
O Jehovah, my Lord, strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of armour.
8 HERRE, Herre, min Frelses Styrke, du skærmer mit Hoved paa Stridens Dag.
Grant not, O Jehovah, the desires of the wicked, His wicked device bring not forth, They are high. (Selah)
9 Opfyld ej, HERRE, den gudløses Ønsker, lad ikke hans Raad have Fremgang!
The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.
10 Lad dem ikke løfte Hovedet mod mig, lad deres Trusler ramme dem selv!
They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits — they arise not.
11 Det regne paa dem med gloende Kul, styrt dem i Dybet, ej staa de op!
A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence — evil hunteth to overflowing.
12 Lad ikke Bagtaleren holde sig i Landet, ondt ramme Voldsmanden Slag i Slag!
I have known that Jehovah doth execute The judgment of the afflicted, The judgment of the needy.
13 Jeg ved, at HERREN vil føre de armes Sag og skaffe de fattige Ret. For vist skal retfærdige prise dit Navn, oprigtige bo for dit Aasyn.
Only — the righteous give thanks to Thy name, The upright do dwell with Thy presence!
